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Cant you see? Every ounce is a cup spilling turned over?!

Every ounce of pain felt comes with fear.
drowning me in Hades plans of torture.(the god of the underworld).
I have a feeling the bitter coldness holds me. hot and cold.
maybe the underworld took its toll.

Every ounce of happiness felt comes with hope.
drowning in the fear of a memory close to haunt.
rumples deal , my soul his meal.

Every step forward is a space gap, Throwing my entity backwards.
Forced into a time portal, i become a frozen figure. Unknown.
maybe thats the price for praying. Tripping over steps.

Every time i come to write , i loose my sight.
so im riddled in pain gaps or forgotten time laps.
frozen composure of the dwelling torture.
Forced into a stay safe closure.
No hurt here .
No hurt here.

Every idea comes with a price.
Even words cut like ice so be careful is my only advice.

Every move creates a groove.
Even actions change transactions so be careful is my only advice.

Every time fate is circled. A map of nothingness is drawn.
No lines, No shapes , No numbers , No alphabet, No figures.
Nothingness, Home. mind blown.

Every anxious breathe is another hole shot in.
heart gaps soaking.

Every paranoid thought is a water filled lung.
capsized soldier.

Every look in my mother and fathers eyes is a life i cant deny.
Every turn away is a goodbye into hells gates.

Dance with me again ...

Every hope is a bounce of heat on your back.
the sun soaking up your scars. sizzling away the masks.
you feel safe , until it fades away.

you are my sunshine ... My only sunshine ... you make me happy when skys are grey ...you dont know dear how much i love you ... so please dont take my sunshine ...away.

Remember me ... who i can be.

Every song is a time frame filled in the anxious deserted storm.
left to becon at thoughts.

Nothing can save this , maybe i could , yet i feel this great mist.
foggy clouds. Sure they will clear.

Beaten down , Every simple answer is a whirl wind of disaster.
Every simple questions cause fire , Every simple demand gives me shaky hands.

Every ounce of freedom is a stab in the chest.
Goodbye for this.
Every ounce of seeming is a disastrous mess.
Goodbye for forgiveness.

Every dream of faces.
The faces of Angels.

Not so beautiful now.
Not so charming now.
Not so warm now.
Not so enchanting now.
Not so lovely now.
Not so mesmerizing now.
Not a babygirl now.
Not a saviour now.
Not batman now.
Not harley now.
Not shandawg now.
Not shazza now.
Not shannonjane now.
Not shannon now.

Not a clue, Not for you.

Not this , Not that.

Not dreaming, Not writing.
Not studying, Not loving.

Every ounce of life breathed is a reminder of the sickness locked in the seams.
Forgive but life is but a dream...

A reality ripped from hands reach.
No fixture to mind of mixtures.

Speech , speech , hear me speak,

Sweet tongues of goodbye.
Sweet tongues of sacrifice.
Sweet tongues of love.
Sweet tongues of hate.

dis-contemplate , smash me ,  ask me to be the same?
judge me , fuck with me , tear me, lie to me , laugh at me .

shove me down.
shove me down.
 
Cant you see? I AM walking hell?! I AM walking heaven?!
Cant you see? I AM beating?! I AM broken?!

yet Cant you see?!

To just let me be.
Written by shannonJane (Lost poet - Day dreamer)
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