aloneliness

We’re not picked on because we’re ‘weird’.
We’re ‘weird’ because we are picked on.
Acting ‘weird’ is just that:
You don’t feel the hurt so much if you’re an actor.

Take this situation; someone pays you a genuine compliment.
You ignore them because you think that they’re being sarcastic.
Because you’re used to everything anyone ever says about you
Being a put-down, a joke, a negative or malicious remark.

It’s like living underwater, the sounds are blocked out.
You are aware of the sounds but you become a human armadillo
With a hard shell on the outside and soft feeling in the middle.
Talking only does so much; you soon really need a hug.

For once, someone isn’t playing a game or experiment on me.
Like The Truman Show, making me feel like the guy in Fight Club.
Like this!
NME: “How real are the Manics, Richey?”
Richey: carved ‘4 REAL’ into his arm with a razor.

I’m alone not feeling anything. Not empty just feeling nothing.
Mouse and keypad clicking, birds twittering in early evening.
Shower rhythmically dripping, single droplets plummet and splash.
Wishing for positive human contact. The one isn’t here.

The one was never here, wont be here this week, will never be here.
I live my life through my head not through my actions in reality.
I aim to teach and be taught in equal proportions.
I want to give love and get love without any more pain.

All alone
In the world of sadness
Noone to laugh or to smile
Noone to care for and die for
All alone
In this world

Clouds of the sky
Foamy fleet of the air ocean
White as snow
Roaming free across the heavens
When darkness comes you slip away
To give those down south a brighter day.

My first true love
Hair like a stream of dark chocolate
Eyes like pools of coffee
You were like a rose in a nettlebed
Now you are far away
I'm sorry that i caused our finish
Sorry for all the lies
But if i could speak to you just three more words
They would be
I love you

Just three minutes ago
A tiny slice of pie
A great sadness came into being
A sadness that darkened the day
A sadness that mourned the dead
A sadness that hangs over my head
A sadness which will make me pay
For all the lies and untruths i told you
I pretended to be someone i was not
I hurt you by abusing the trust that you had in me

Sometimes noone hears the cry for help
Noone helps the injured
Sometimes people are left to die
Like rats at the side of the road

Why should that happen, it cannot happen, will not happen
Help the injured and give them aid
Save them that are dying
And help those who deserve

Look into the depest ravines of your heart
Search deep in its ocean of plasma
Seek the love you feel for me
And when found, never let it go
ever again

Nobody better use any of MY poems on Zine or else?

or else what?

or else THIS! *AXE_ANIM*

i agree, will you please start a new topic when you wish to post your own material? it's not bad stuff but you'd get more recognition if you had your own thread!