vampirexpsycho
04-30-2008, 02:39 PM
I'm feeling like crap today, I don't even have something to say.
Just that this poem is the first rhyming poem ever made by me.
Called Ode to Banality...
Ode to Banality
Brought to you by vampirexpsycho
My futile heart inebriates me.
Once upon a time I felt so many tears.
Today I wrote a poem, empty pages is all I see.
I fell asleep with sorrows, silent dreams about thee.
Once upon a time I felt pain when I woke up.
Today I didn't, I shrugged it off.
Why would I have to suffer,
From something I didn't ask for?
Yesterday morning I heard the raindrops tell.
A story about a girl who I identified with myself.
With a smile I think about my past.
That I remember, as the wind passes me by fast.
Yet, I still smile, no wait! Maybe not.
It's so thin I can barely see.
Is it sad? I don't know! Maybe not.
But I look down and say it's easier than breathe.
I drink the coffee and think about life.
Not mine, but of other people who passed me by.
My life is just too painful to think about.
I disappear in my thoughts, something I can't live without.
But today at night I simply think.
I think and by thinking I forget everything.
Everything about these tense last days.
About every thought I've had that came only to stay.
I listen now to one loved song.
I talk now with someone that made me strong.
That's when I smile but nobody notices.
That's when I cry looking at my ode black roses.
Just that this poem is the first rhyming poem ever made by me.
Called Ode to Banality...
Ode to Banality
Brought to you by vampirexpsycho
My futile heart inebriates me.
Once upon a time I felt so many tears.
Today I wrote a poem, empty pages is all I see.
I fell asleep with sorrows, silent dreams about thee.
Once upon a time I felt pain when I woke up.
Today I didn't, I shrugged it off.
Why would I have to suffer,
From something I didn't ask for?
Yesterday morning I heard the raindrops tell.
A story about a girl who I identified with myself.
With a smile I think about my past.
That I remember, as the wind passes me by fast.
Yet, I still smile, no wait! Maybe not.
It's so thin I can barely see.
Is it sad? I don't know! Maybe not.
But I look down and say it's easier than breathe.
I drink the coffee and think about life.
Not mine, but of other people who passed me by.
My life is just too painful to think about.
I disappear in my thoughts, something I can't live without.
But today at night I simply think.
I think and by thinking I forget everything.
Everything about these tense last days.
About every thought I've had that came only to stay.
I listen now to one loved song.
I talk now with someone that made me strong.
That's when I smile but nobody notices.
That's when I cry looking at my ode black roses.