Red Art...

A different style of poem to normal, someone asked if my poems all had the same rhythm to them and I realised the majority did! So I thought I would try something new; Quite dark for my first poem in a few months, enjoy!



Shh now
Need sleep
More drink
Dreams creep
Night time
Dark thoughts
Day time
face taught
Sharp blade
Cold heart
Pain made
Red Art
Words hurt
Hurt heals
Dumb girl
Blood spills

Unsure

Needing comfort more than ever but cannot turn to you
Life falling around me but I don't know what to do
Small things matter when big things go wrong
Turns out I've relied on your strength too long
Feelings left on edge and emotions still unsure
What happens if I cannot cope with anymore?
Bad things happen and our stories go on
Even if the life you knew is well and truly gone.

What happens?

What happens when you just don't know

How make the bad feelings go

What happens when you can't work out

Whether to smile or to scream and shout

What happens when memories wont disapear

And remind you of all the things you fear

What happens when the one you need

Is the one who's made you bleed?

It's just a Game

Hello, been keeping myself so busy lately I haven't really had time to write, but the last few nights I have not been sleeping well so I thought this might help me tonight, get a few creative words out before bed. This poem does have personal significance to me, it is not one of my best but I hope it's enjoyed.

It's just a Game

Emotions play by their own rules

Controlling me, it feels so cruel

Knowing my personality at length

Using my weaknesses and strengths

Like a puppet I smile and sing

Until they pull upon my string

Then its up to them to choose

Whether I'm happy or have the blues

One day slides into the next

They decide I am feeling stressed

Late at night trying to sleep

Into my dreams, sad thoughts creep

When they allow excitement to appear

Its usually followed by nerves and fear

You know that we are just their fools

When Emotions play by their own rules