I am bored at 10:50AM my time after getting no sleep because I've been thinking of this girl I can't have because life sucks.... so I'm putting a few really shitty poems I wrote up... you don't like them then fuck yourself because I don't care
loss of thought
a little girl walks alone. she doesnt seem to be lost but she doesnt seem to be found. walk up to her and ask her if she has a name. she stares blankly at the walls. she looks hallow. no sparkle in her eyes and no life in her soul. so beautiful she is but no beauty she sees. she glares at her surroundings. so cold her stares are. she looks beyond us. go to her. make sure she is ok. is that blood? please help her shes hurt. she notices us now. look at the fear. her eyes filled with terror i have never seen before. she may be really hurt. dont let her run. she is opening her mouth to scream. wait there is no noise. watch the way she moves. it's as though she is shell of what she once was and still should be
Love by Daniel Epstein
I have no desire to take a breath... to think the thoughts... to dream the dreams... I cannot watch what I want... or feel what I want to feel... all the oblivious sensations sink into me and I am left to sit there and just close me eyes and hope they all go away... no rest for the one's that don't deserve it... and I surely don't... I'm like old King Henry... half driven mad because he couldn't sleep... and he begs sleep to just let him lay his head down in peace... and I do the same... but I beg love to release me from it's icy grasp and allow me to move on... but no it holds me tight and I cannot budge or feel... or breath... or think... just sit where I am... motionless... and hollow... who said love made everything better?... whoever did is a fool.... how can anything that you cannot master be a good thing?... I stare blankly into love and it, just as blankly, stares back but it has something I dont it has its power and I am left there weakened by it no reason no heart those were all taken away so violently by the bitch called love and it is a bitch it dogs man so harshly and nips at him so severely and is not male by sexit cant be because men cannot fathom the depths it can go so it is female my naturebut it cannot be entirely female either for it can be the downfall if any woman that dares try to appreciate it so it must be some genderless anomaly it is one that can never be replicated but why would anyone want to replicate something so dangerous? love can be the destroyer of man there is no destructive force like the one that is driven by love wars have been waged for a mere woman the face that launched 1000 ships Troy was destroyed over the love of a woman a city once the jewel of Greece burned to the ground because a man fell in love how many times do you think this event has occurred? men fight in the streets over a girl in a bar but when a man is asked to defend his morals or intellect he usually backs down because there is nothing to fight for there is no passion in an intelligent fight there is no raw emotion out of two men disagreeing over black holes or quantum theory they can get heated sure but there is no where near the fierceness there can be if you throw in a woman between the same two men it would be rather funny to see two astrophysicists battling it out over if a black hole really exists but more realistic to see them brandish a stick and beat the other into submission if love is on the line I guess both scenarios are rather humorous by naturebut back to the subject at hand love is not to be trusted how can you trust anything that allows such destruction to be left in its pathand it is destruction isnt it? how else would you describe broken spirits and hearts mangled emotions and thoughts what would you call a shattered human being? just another casualty of the war I suppose the war fought in everyone the war between the heart soul and mind it wages on and on never to end and when it does you know you are in trouble because it only ends when you are deadwhy does death always have to be the final release? since love is only ended by death and you always strive toward love never fully attaining it finally attaining love could be death they have many similarities peacefulness no pain there is only the embrace of whatever is there either the reaper or your true love and if earlier comment is right maybe the reaper is your true love but well all hope thats not true who wants to love some creepy skeleton in a black robe? love is so very painful it brings tears to my eyes I can barely stand it but I would never do without it thats right with all the pain that love brings with all the destruction it can cause I would rather be a stone then not try to feel it love is the perfection of emotion and when you feel it there is nothing better its truly like a race to feel love before you die I did say love could be death but I always hope that its something that can be felt before death and Im not talking about this watered down puppy love Im talking about earth shaking heart-pounding brain numbing love that you only can think about and never truly feel unless some miracle happens and you are blessed with what every soul on earth is striving for absolute happiness
No one knows what they are talking about by Daniel Epstein
I sit on the edge of my bed
The pain searing through my arm
The bottle in front of me
Telling me to take just one
Another telling me to just drink up
I close my eyes and try to collect
Collect any rational thought I could
None came to me
I slowly open my eyes
Reach out with my one good hand
The next day I am silent
No one can hear me
Or see me
My bottles still lay near
People are fickle
They never see what they want
I lay there unhappy
I know what I want
That makes me even sadder
What do you want little boy?
I want to be with the one I love
Why are you so sad my good friend?
I cant be near the one I long for
Why are you dead my son?
Because I saw no point to move on
Off to the stones I go
Shadows cast on my face
Tears roll off my beloveds cheek
But she is still not at my side
She has moved on and now cries
Shed your tears for another
I am gone from you
Never to think of you again
Do the same to me
Whats the use to remember a dead man?
What good can he do you where he is?
I feel like Im drowning and Im not dead
You see what you want in the above
But I am not dead
I lay here struggling for life
For emotion
For drive
Someones drunken joke turns my life
I could have been happy.
I could have been
But my fate never meets my wants or needs
I love you
No one ever believes me.
People are crying and people are dying and you can't get around it b/c it's
this whole damn race.
Too many ways to go the same place
it's misery to me
So people are crying and people are dying and it's just too hard to say
it just has to be this way
Leave me all alone in the field
The wind blows right through my hair
And people are crying
and people are dying
Just leave me alone
just leave me alone
walk the path that they all have to follow and go to where they are hiding
people are crying
and people are dying
But it's all ok
B/c we're all done for now
We just don't know how
Let it go and don't worry about today
Again
People are crying and people are dying
It's just not today
It's every damn day
But it's ok
After reading all my old poems... I think I'm the corniest fucker ever.. this shit makes me laugh... heh like any of this shit was good... why did I even waster paper or drive space?
loss of thought
a little girl walks alone. she doesnt seem to be lost but she doesnt seem to be found. walk up to her and ask her if she has a name. she stares blankly at the walls. she looks hallow. no sparkle in her eyes and no life in her soul. so beautiful she is but no beauty she sees. she glares at her surroundings. so cold her stares are. she looks beyond us. go to her. make sure she is ok. is that blood? please help her shes hurt. she notices us now. look at the fear. her eyes filled with terror i have never seen before. she may be really hurt. dont let her run. she is opening her mouth to scream. wait there is no noise. watch the way she moves. it's as though she is shell of what she once was and still should be
Love by Daniel Epstein
I have no desire to take a breath... to think the thoughts... to dream the dreams... I cannot watch what I want... or feel what I want to feel... all the oblivious sensations sink into me and I am left to sit there and just close me eyes and hope they all go away... no rest for the one's that don't deserve it... and I surely don't... I'm like old King Henry... half driven mad because he couldn't sleep... and he begs sleep to just let him lay his head down in peace... and I do the same... but I beg love to release me from it's icy grasp and allow me to move on... but no it holds me tight and I cannot budge or feel... or breath... or think... just sit where I am... motionless... and hollow... who said love made everything better?... whoever did is a fool.... how can anything that you cannot master be a good thing?... I stare blankly into love and it, just as blankly, stares back but it has something I dont it has its power and I am left there weakened by it no reason no heart those were all taken away so violently by the bitch called love and it is a bitch it dogs man so harshly and nips at him so severely and is not male by sexit cant be because men cannot fathom the depths it can go so it is female my naturebut it cannot be entirely female either for it can be the downfall if any woman that dares try to appreciate it so it must be some genderless anomaly it is one that can never be replicated but why would anyone want to replicate something so dangerous? love can be the destroyer of man there is no destructive force like the one that is driven by love wars have been waged for a mere woman the face that launched 1000 ships Troy was destroyed over the love of a woman a city once the jewel of Greece burned to the ground because a man fell in love how many times do you think this event has occurred? men fight in the streets over a girl in a bar but when a man is asked to defend his morals or intellect he usually backs down because there is nothing to fight for there is no passion in an intelligent fight there is no raw emotion out of two men disagreeing over black holes or quantum theory they can get heated sure but there is no where near the fierceness there can be if you throw in a woman between the same two men it would be rather funny to see two astrophysicists battling it out over if a black hole really exists but more realistic to see them brandish a stick and beat the other into submission if love is on the line I guess both scenarios are rather humorous by naturebut back to the subject at hand love is not to be trusted how can you trust anything that allows such destruction to be left in its pathand it is destruction isnt it? how else would you describe broken spirits and hearts mangled emotions and thoughts what would you call a shattered human being? just another casualty of the war I suppose the war fought in everyone the war between the heart soul and mind it wages on and on never to end and when it does you know you are in trouble because it only ends when you are deadwhy does death always have to be the final release? since love is only ended by death and you always strive toward love never fully attaining it finally attaining love could be death they have many similarities peacefulness no pain there is only the embrace of whatever is there either the reaper or your true love and if earlier comment is right maybe the reaper is your true love but well all hope thats not true who wants to love some creepy skeleton in a black robe? love is so very painful it brings tears to my eyes I can barely stand it but I would never do without it thats right with all the pain that love brings with all the destruction it can cause I would rather be a stone then not try to feel it love is the perfection of emotion and when you feel it there is nothing better its truly like a race to feel love before you die I did say love could be death but I always hope that its something that can be felt before death and Im not talking about this watered down puppy love Im talking about earth shaking heart-pounding brain numbing love that you only can think about and never truly feel unless some miracle happens and you are blessed with what every soul on earth is striving for absolute happiness
No one knows what they are talking about by Daniel Epstein
I sit on the edge of my bed
The pain searing through my arm
The bottle in front of me
Telling me to take just one
Another telling me to just drink up
I close my eyes and try to collect
Collect any rational thought I could
None came to me
I slowly open my eyes
Reach out with my one good hand
The next day I am silent
No one can hear me
Or see me
My bottles still lay near
People are fickle
They never see what they want
I lay there unhappy
I know what I want
That makes me even sadder
What do you want little boy?
I want to be with the one I love
Why are you so sad my good friend?
I cant be near the one I long for
Why are you dead my son?
Because I saw no point to move on
Off to the stones I go
Shadows cast on my face
Tears roll off my beloveds cheek
But she is still not at my side
She has moved on and now cries
Shed your tears for another
I am gone from you
Never to think of you again
Do the same to me
Whats the use to remember a dead man?
What good can he do you where he is?
I feel like Im drowning and Im not dead
You see what you want in the above
But I am not dead
I lay here struggling for life
For emotion
For drive
Someones drunken joke turns my life
I could have been happy.
I could have been
But my fate never meets my wants or needs
I love you
No one ever believes me.
People are crying and people are dying and you can't get around it b/c it's
this whole damn race.
Too many ways to go the same place
it's misery to me
So people are crying and people are dying and it's just too hard to say
it just has to be this way
Leave me all alone in the field
The wind blows right through my hair
And people are crying
and people are dying
Just leave me alone
just leave me alone
walk the path that they all have to follow and go to where they are hiding
people are crying
and people are dying
But it's all ok
B/c we're all done for now
We just don't know how
Let it go and don't worry about today
Again
People are crying and people are dying
It's just not today
It's every damn day
But it's ok
After reading all my old poems... I think I'm the corniest fucker ever.. this shit makes me laugh... heh like any of this shit was good... why did I even waster paper or drive space?