Dead Hand Of The Past

[Hysteria]

Wrote a long time ago. I'm better now, just not comfortable with sharing my more...personal poems. Enjoy? :/


I feel the nostalgia blowing through my hair like the winds of my past,
When my thoughts revert to those memories of better times that never seemed to last.
Sink my teeth into this heart, only to bite off more than I can chew,
My thanks and goodbye is way overdue.
But please forgive me, because my letters never seem to mean much,
I never get through to you what it means to dream of feeling your violently soft touch.
I scream for you, I bleed for you, I'd die for you, I give my heart to you,
My minds racing in colours of every single fucking hue.
Im shaking uncontrollably, I'm cold but I swear I mean the words I said,
I'd take a bullet for you too, because of you my blood flows red...
Because of you Im alive and well (or so it seems),
In my dreams you would hear the screams of me tearing myself apart at the seams.
Desperately I reach for something to hold me fast,
But all that I can come to grips with is the dead hand of my past.


ANOTHER ONE

Beneath My Own Debris:
The pain is so sharp, it cuts but wont bleed.
Lateral scars cover this soul, that never gets what it needs.
I bite my lips bloody to suppress the pain,
I'm fucked up and going insane.
I cut up my fucking tongue to stop my emotions from finding their way out,
Staring through blank eyes and I just can't see past my self doubt.
Poison my own drink, a shot or two and down the regret.
I fall apart and break out in a cold sweat.
Am I losing myself, along with my mind?
But If I am lost, how hard will I be to find?
And is there anyone even searching for me,
Will they think to look under my own fallen debris.
Just stare into my own being,
I don't even know what the fuck I'm seeing...
Because the mirror is shattered,
Just like my soul is scattered.
Both like the pieces of me thrown to the floor,
What will happen when I cannot take it anymore.
So who will find my scattered pieces beneath this debris.
Or is there nobody who gives a shit to look for me.

[Trianglez]

Holy shit.

This is good.

[Hysteria]

Holy shit.

This is good.

Lol. This is probably one of my worst. I'll post another one in a sec, just looking through my saved poems... trying to find one not too personal. I don't like sharing my more personal ones... usually about the girl I love.

EDIT: They are all too personal, sorry :/ I'll write a new one then I guess. I'll post it tomorrow. Gonna fall asleep in 5...4...3..

[Trianglez]

Did not rike second one, too much cursing, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with cursing, but in a poem, especially this kind of poem, it just doesn't fit and ruins the flow.

[Hysteria]

Did not rike second one, too much cursing, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with cursing, but in a poem, especially this kind of poem, it just doesn't fit and ruins the flow.

/ 4 occurences of fuck (or a variation if it) and 1 "shit". Not that bad, and I swear alot so when I express anger or pain of any kind curse words tend to find their way out. I made a rap, I will post it since it isn't personal. It's about the world in chaos. Posting it in a different thread though, since it's a rap.

[Trianglez]

I know and I understand but, in my opinion, they just don't belong.

[Hysteria]

I know and I understand but, in my opinion, they just don't belong.

K.

/short