Loss of Breath, Silent Screams

You don't know what it is

Its slow at first

Then Comes quickly

A plague of silent screams

You lose control

And your breath in an instant

And then just as quickly

It goes away

I hate yawning

The Has Been's and Will Be's

What has been has happened, what hasn't has not,
So like what you have and have what you've got.
Somethings will happen that make you feel good,
But some things will happen when you don't think they should.
Its all part of life, the good and the bad,
So move forward in faith and you'll get what you lack

Looking Forward

What is has been, what was can be,
What never happened,oft should be

Healing

You feel it coursing through your veins,
Yet somehow it does not feel the same
The life that's there, no longer lives
The warmth and love it used to give

Why do things have to change,
All moved around and disarranged
Its not like I did this to me
So why is it my penalty

Its odd I know to count one blessed
Who's life has now become bereft
Of feeling loss and nothing left
"What good?" I daresay comes from this

Without the pain, there is no health
Without the poor, there is no wealth
Without the trials, there is no growth
Is something that I've come to know

Strength Is had, from bowing down
Courage made, outside the crowd
Healing done, through prayers to one
Who heals all hurts of everyone

The Savior knows each bump and scrape
What wounds to heal, what lives to save
He's lived his life, for us, so we
Could be healed, eternally

You Don't Know Me!

As a precursor, I want to let everyone know I'm not depressed, I just heard this term razorblade kisses and it sounded very poetic so I went with it, I didn't experience it myself nor will I ever, I know a few extremists maybe some of my friends will be frustrated that I wrote this, but the most favorite writers in history don't get that way be necessarily always being popular.


Razorblade kisses
And cold shower hugs
I'm addicted to sadness
Instead of to drugs

You may never see me
And I hope that you don't
You wont know how I'm feeling
Cause I'm all alone

Only I feel
The inner most part
Tucked down within me
Inside of my heart

I want to be Emo
And wear all black clothes
Listen to screamo
With words no one knows

It helps with my angst
To feel so upset
Instead of join gangs
I'd rather just sit

I do not do anything
Cause everything hurts
Nothing can help me
Except angry words...

BUT...

I want all my friends
Those who're concerned
To just let this pass
I'm not really hurt

I just felt like razorblade kiss
Needs to be
A poem in itself
And that all came to me

I'm really OK
No need to fret
I haven't hit bottom,
I haven't, not yet

We all have our down days
But the difference is
We all have our own ways
For dealing with it

You could be destructive
And sit there and stew
OR you could be productive
And change what you do