pgiggle Posted February 22, 2008 Report Share Posted February 22, 2008 Obsession isObsession is something we cannot controlIt writhes in our head till it runs the showWe try to distract and channel the flowObsession is the feeling where all thought must goPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 22, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 22, 2008 I’m all alone I live in my head where no one else will goIn life there are people who think they know meMy head tries to separate who’s friend from who’s foeIf they knew my thoughts they’d all turn and flee My mind is my safe place where I cant be hurtThe real world is scary and filled with painOut there is the place I get treated like dirtSo I stay indoors and live in my brainMy sanctuary is not as safe as it could beFaith isn’t something people often believeI allow people close in my head with meAnd there they get scared and ask for reprieveSo what can I do with my need for friendsI stay in my head and obsess till it endsPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 22, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 22, 2008 FearYou walk alone your in life and try not to fearYour own thoughts and deeds are all you live byTo want to feel passion and love someone dearBut fear keeps you alone like the sun in the skyTo keep from being alone you hold people nearTo avoid the fear you are willing to live a lieFear is what grips you in the dead of the nightIt holds you in mockery in panic and dreadIt makes you decide should you flee or fightFear makes you wonder, what the hell am I deadFear gets in your thoughts and ruins each plightFear rules where it wants and usually your headThey say you have nothing to fear but fear itselfFear is a the kick in the crotch that ruin all elsePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 22, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 22, 2008 Morning gloryFor those that don’t know me I’m a romantic at heartBut like any man I wake up with a belch and a fartI go into the bathroom to see what’s to seeAnd a balding old guy looks back at meI brush my teeth and do my normal confusionsI am getting older are the only conclusionsWith less and less hair every dayAnd guess what a beer belly on the wayI’m shuffling through the best I know howWith my child and my wife (not a silly cow)I’m looking for happiness and to be less stressedAll I find is I’m older and not so well dressedIts not so bad this getting older you knowJust so long as I relax and go with the flowPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 22, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 22, 2008 That nasty wordGuilt, is there a more despicable wordI cant think of any that I’ve ever heardJust the mention makes my heart jumpIts inside me I feel like a dumpI want to lose guilt not gain any moreGuilt is a word on which I wage warThe feeling is not wanted nor welcome in factIf I change the word will I change how I reactSo lets try for joy see if that fits for demotionJoy is a good word not right for the emotionWhat about hope now that’s a nice wordBut hope is nice, guilt makes me feel like turdPerhaps a name change isn’t the wayTo live with guilt is something for every daySo my focus on guilty emotion must changeGet into a tank and put my guilt on the firing rangeThe word guilt is just a word its trueIts the implication I hate of not being youFor guilt influences decisions and choices we makeAh bugger it all I’m going to eat a big cake!Paul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 23, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 23, 2008 InsideInside I am deadI wait for resurrectionEmpty feelings in the headThat need hope and directionLost and alone I reach out for contactI’m scared to the boneLooking for the next impactI trust myself notTo share a real kinshipMy insides just rotI cant trust in friendshipIf I am not hurtI treat people badI make them like dirtI’m left feeling sadIf they hurt meTo my head I will goIts inside I’m freeTo choose what I show Its inside I’m voidIts outside I’m fakeIn here I’m annoyedHow much more can I take Paul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shellybelly Posted February 23, 2008 Report Share Posted February 23, 2008 pigypur a genius at this poem writhingkeep up the great workwell donelove them allhugs yamickey Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 23, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 23, 2008 What is on a beachSeagulls squawk the thoughts of malnourished frustrationSeaweed strewn everywhere like hopes and lost dreamsWhite noise the of waves kills all hope of concentrationWindswept sand cuts across flesh in ribbon like reamsThe soul wanders about like an extinct, wobbly crustaceanBe careful my friend, what is on a beach is not all that it seemsPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rael Posted February 23, 2008 Report Share Posted February 23, 2008 they are great, and morning glory made me howl. keep it up.all the bestdonnaxxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 23, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 23, 2008 I Don’t PanicThe whole of human kind is full of self treason We all talk to ourselves when looking for reasonWe ask, should we do this, or maybe do thatWe look to ourselves for an internal chatWho do we ask, we feel as one entityWe are a collaboration of united identityA committee we carry in our own mindDo not feel alone I mean all human kindWe talk to ourselves but never out loudExcept when we are in a very large crowdWhen smothered by others just walking aroundOur thoughts up and leave us alone on the groundThey circle up high, and take a voteDeciding to stay disguised as a dust moteOur body just clatters through till all is clearIts then the thoughts clamber back in through an earThey say you’re ok now you’re safe once againBut why do they fly off when I needed them then?Paul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 Inner CryingThe child is cryingInside its dyingThe inner child screamsRipping apart from the seamsOn the surface I smileI make jokes all the whileMy inner self knowsIts taken to many blowsIn the dark it waitsTill all pain abatesLooking for comfort fastThat child from my pastThe fear that he can seeIt also belongs to meSo the comfort he needsIs mine to search for on my kneesPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shellybelly Posted February 24, 2008 Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 i love inner child it brillwell done pig Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rael Posted February 24, 2008 Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 its wonderful to see you growing so much in your confidence as a poet. well done.these are greatdonnaxxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 Who Am II bounce from friend to friend looking for something A void inside that needs filling, who am II look to myself as the problem for understanding The light inside ever dim, who am IEach new friend I leave bewildered and confused The torrent inside me screams who am IWhy is it each friend feels used and abused Not trusting myself to be honest, who am IAt first I try to be what my new pal dictates I don’t know how to be me you see, who am ISo I make sure I fulfil needs and act like we’re mates Self awareness and struggle for identity, who am IPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 :trigger: UntitledThe space between us is vastI love you and blame my pastI try to share what I fear and feelYou understand but it all seems unrealI tell you what I do to myselfYou worry about my physical healthThe release I feel is all it is forI’m not just some self abusing whoreI love you and fear that this truth will end What future we had, am I left with a friendThis confession is the hardest to makeI love you for real I’m not just a fakePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 EuphemismWhat a wonderful wordIt twists what I thought I heardI thought we were friendsWith flirting that endsAm I missing the codeShould my pants explodeI thought you’re a mateNow you ask for a dateWhere are you coming fromNo don’t bring a condomI’m a coward these daysTrying to learn to behaveI used to break heartsNow I want fresh startsI’m trying to controlThe randy foll de roll‘Cos I’m weak trust meDrop your knickers and seeI have a love declaredAnything new of I’m scaredI’m an outrageous flirtThe aftermath leaves me like dirtSo if I start to showSomething you don’t want to knowJust tell me nicelyTo respect that boundaryIf you do it to meI may well just fleeI trust in me notTo make you feel hotI’m a hopeless romanticAnd slightly pedanticI’m trying to learnOn what friendship termPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 24, 2008 Tears Of A ClownI cry the tearsTo wash my fearsTo purge the emotionForm inside comotionAll I get from itIs feeling like shitYet off I goGive my nose a blowI keep it quietJust like my dietIts internal fearI’m purging hereSo why do I stillFeel not so brillA good cry shouldMake me feel I couldTake on the problemsNot leave me in doldrumsWhen I feel downIts tears of a clownPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 :trigger: To UnnamedHow can you stand to live with the guiltWhat you did was wrong and unfairI was trying to sleep under my quiltFor extra control you had hold of my hairWhat you thought was ok to do to me nextStill leaves me hollow, self hating and numbWhat went on in their I cant put in textTill I was twenty I still sucked my thumbI hate you for what you did to meI want out so the unending pain will endEach time you came my thoughts would fleeTo try to stop me going round the bendI hate you for what you did to meThe worst part is you made me hate mePaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted February 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2008 True Love?Who can say if true love is realWe base love on what we think we feelTo love a pet well that takes no workBut misplace love and you feel like a berkTrue love is when you don’t care for consequencesI’m sure I read that here in somebody’s sentencesSo who do you want to trust with your heartAt what point do you think true love can startNo one can say that your love is not trueFor that answer you need look no further than youPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted March 1, 2008 Author Report Share Posted March 1, 2008 Internal SolitudeAn empty car park with just one carA moonless night with just one starA sandy beach with only one seagullMy solitude feels real but its void and nullI walk through a crowd yet feel aloneDesperate for closeness I cant atoneI keep my self distant and cold insideI am alone because I choose to hideI have many people who walk with meTo share my burdens and even my gleeBut inside I feel near perfect solitudeI hide it all behind a fake attitudeI take care who I let get to know me wellIt’s a form of protection from personal hellIts easier to play a fake or nice gentThan deal with the fear of poor judgementSo the perfect solitude I craveIs something I choose to take to my graveIt easy to live internally aloneThan really admit I’m cut to the boneThe crap I have lived through has scaredTo the heart and beyond I feel bared So please don’t take this personallyThe inner solitude is not really a choice you seeI know it’s a form of self destructionI know its just for self preservationI realise that I hold you at arms lengthTo keep you there takes all my strengthBut to let anyone truly know meMeans I have to address who I may beFor me to know me is not on the agendaI am just a “return to sender”I am broken but oddly contentOn me true friendship is not well spentI live through this lie to try to obscureWhat has happen to me beforeSo don’t take it personally when ISeem to drift of into the skyI find things for my mind to doSo you can avoid knowing me trueI desperately want to call you friendBut before I do the internal crap must endPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paris Posted March 1, 2008 Report Share Posted March 1, 2008 Wow Paul,That last one really struck a chord with me.thanks for sharing them Lou Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shellybelly Posted March 1, 2008 Report Share Posted March 1, 2008 pigwow your poetry is brillianteven since you wrote that first one they have got even better if that was even possiblethere brill superb your a genus at them still reading them all sorry not replying to them as much but im still interested in themthere fantastichope your well and pig i consider you my friend and if you want to open up to mefeel free i know it will be hard but to get better it something we all most dohugs the genus pig mickey Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted March 2, 2008 Author Report Share Posted March 2, 2008 Elusive Illusion Reality’s elusive, escapism rulesThe real worlds an illusion just for foolsThe people would rather believe in a lieThan know the truth of what’s under the skyIgnorance is bliss and to easy for someBut leaves us wondering what’s next to comeAre we here for a reason with a clear directionOr like dust motes moving with Brownian motionHave we a predefined fate, some type of plan Is free will a fake to lay blame where we can Is religion really better to us guide through lifeOr a strong moral code the best way to avoid strifeIf your like me then you need to knowFrom which direction to expect the next blowSo I fret and worry to work out what nextAll this leaves me sleepless and ever so vexedI stress over tiny details and revelationsTrying to read between the lines of conversationsAll that I realise in all my confusionIs to believe I live in a total illusionPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pgiggle Posted March 4, 2008 Author Report Share Posted March 4, 2008 RunRunning and running while trying not to look behindIts trying to turn you into one of its kindThe creature of desolation is always followingRunning is the only option you’re contemplatingIt grabs your left shoulder and drags you downYou hit the ground with a groan and a frownIts got you again and will assimilateAll your good feelings turn into self hateSelf awareness and self esteem just vanishAll purpose in life the Thing will banishFor every step forward the thing keeps paceSo you dare not stop to tie a shoe laceDespair and desolation await you if caughtNo matter what progress you may have thoughtIts always their to make you want to dieOne step forward is only ever just a lie So what to do to escape this crapPlease tell me because I’m falling backPaul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CharcoalKiss Posted March 4, 2008 Report Share Posted March 4, 2008 Wow Paul. Inspirational. Emotive. God i don't know what to say! They are all fantastic. Such a mix of emotions that all come across crystal clear in your words. Its moving. Absolutely brilliant. You are very talented. Keep it up! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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