Systan
04-02-2007, 11:01 AM
Hi, im new to this forum and i thought i would start by posting some of the poems i have been working on, i would appreciate any feedback, also if this is in the wrong thread/frorum entireley please tell me and i will move it. Thanks
James.
You left me...
I sit in the corner,
in complete darkness,
clutching that note,
"I'll be home before you know it"
Yer right,
I almost believed you,
Until the booze, the drugs and the sex,
It all got to your head,
Whatever happened to me?
Am i your faded memory?
I cry myself to sleep every night,
All in false hope,
It's my own fault really,
I know you're not coming back,
Ever....
"I'll be home before you know it"
The words echo in my mind,
I must have read them over a thousand times,
My trust in you was stronger than my trust in me,
You were my rock at hard times,
But it doesn't matter now,
The gun in my hand can solve these problems,
These fears...
My heart bleeds for you,
Physical pain is my thought of you,
What are you doing to yourself,
"Just one more, give me one more"
I remeber the day i hid your stash,
And i will never forget it,
The 6-inch scar you left on my arm,
This pain...
The doctor asked me how i got it y'know,
It took all the love i had to lie for you,
Even with all the addiction and violence,
I couldn't have lived without you there,
But it doesn't matter now,
I have the bottle to take my fear,
And this gun to take my emotion,
Your emotion...
"I'll be home before you know it"
If this statement ever lives up to it's name,
I hope you have forgot about me,
Saying that you probably already have,
Just to let you know,
I love you,
you always were the best,
.......
It’s your fault…You left me Pt2
They found my body today,
All those people in white suits,
They searched the house,
Looked for your phone number,
They were wasting their time,
I didn’t have the heart to contact you.
“Looks like a suicide Tom,
Third one this week,
I tell you these youngsters,
Can’t see the good side of life”
Ha I agree with this guy,
My “good side” left three years ago,
My “good side” is the cause of all this bull s---…
But it’s okay,
I blame myself….
Anyway,
I found my peace now,
The cancer killed mum,
But hell,
It didn’t kill her soul,
She’s happier than ever now,
She misses you y’know…
“Successful Businessman”
Ha,
How the f--- did you manage that?
All the drug convictions,
All the alcohol,
It’s hard to believe you turned up sober,
It’s easy to believe you never though of helping me,
I needed you,
Mum needs you,
We need you…
“It’s a shame Tom,
They have their whole life ahead of them,
No need for this reaction,
Something really must have upset him,
Although,
The scars on his wrist say different…”
Its your fault Part 3
Ever wanted that once last chance?
To say goodbye to the ones you love,
To re-live those special moments,
Ever wanted that one last chance?
You say your the only one,
After the cancer, mum died,
Dad left when we were young,
Never left us a hope in hell on survival,
You didn't care,
As long as his money flowed,
Gambling, Stealing, selling drugs,
You were into it all,
You were into everything,
Except me.
"Big bro come and play football"
"Not now, i'm busy"
Ha, memories,
I never got that chance to play with You,
you was either too busy to play,
Or too stoned to know Your name,
You didn't care,
As long as the money flowed.
"Gruesome murder in London streets"
I read that when my foster parents brought in the paper,
Was it you?
Were you the victim?
Or the killer?
I really didn't know what to think,
The shock of you still being alive,
Or the shock of you being dead?
It would make no difference to my life,
But i sure wouldn't wan't you up here were the skies are blue,
You don't deserve a funeral or a Sending,
You should be thrown in the streets for the rats as far as i can see,
But it's not my choice is it?
Shame...
James.
You left me...
I sit in the corner,
in complete darkness,
clutching that note,
"I'll be home before you know it"
Yer right,
I almost believed you,
Until the booze, the drugs and the sex,
It all got to your head,
Whatever happened to me?
Am i your faded memory?
I cry myself to sleep every night,
All in false hope,
It's my own fault really,
I know you're not coming back,
Ever....
"I'll be home before you know it"
The words echo in my mind,
I must have read them over a thousand times,
My trust in you was stronger than my trust in me,
You were my rock at hard times,
But it doesn't matter now,
The gun in my hand can solve these problems,
These fears...
My heart bleeds for you,
Physical pain is my thought of you,
What are you doing to yourself,
"Just one more, give me one more"
I remeber the day i hid your stash,
And i will never forget it,
The 6-inch scar you left on my arm,
This pain...
The doctor asked me how i got it y'know,
It took all the love i had to lie for you,
Even with all the addiction and violence,
I couldn't have lived without you there,
But it doesn't matter now,
I have the bottle to take my fear,
And this gun to take my emotion,
Your emotion...
"I'll be home before you know it"
If this statement ever lives up to it's name,
I hope you have forgot about me,
Saying that you probably already have,
Just to let you know,
I love you,
you always were the best,
.......
It’s your fault…You left me Pt2
They found my body today,
All those people in white suits,
They searched the house,
Looked for your phone number,
They were wasting their time,
I didn’t have the heart to contact you.
“Looks like a suicide Tom,
Third one this week,
I tell you these youngsters,
Can’t see the good side of life”
Ha I agree with this guy,
My “good side” left three years ago,
My “good side” is the cause of all this bull s---…
But it’s okay,
I blame myself….
Anyway,
I found my peace now,
The cancer killed mum,
But hell,
It didn’t kill her soul,
She’s happier than ever now,
She misses you y’know…
“Successful Businessman”
Ha,
How the f--- did you manage that?
All the drug convictions,
All the alcohol,
It’s hard to believe you turned up sober,
It’s easy to believe you never though of helping me,
I needed you,
Mum needs you,
We need you…
“It’s a shame Tom,
They have their whole life ahead of them,
No need for this reaction,
Something really must have upset him,
Although,
The scars on his wrist say different…”
Its your fault Part 3
Ever wanted that once last chance?
To say goodbye to the ones you love,
To re-live those special moments,
Ever wanted that one last chance?
You say your the only one,
After the cancer, mum died,
Dad left when we were young,
Never left us a hope in hell on survival,
You didn't care,
As long as his money flowed,
Gambling, Stealing, selling drugs,
You were into it all,
You were into everything,
Except me.
"Big bro come and play football"
"Not now, i'm busy"
Ha, memories,
I never got that chance to play with You,
you was either too busy to play,
Or too stoned to know Your name,
You didn't care,
As long as the money flowed.
"Gruesome murder in London streets"
I read that when my foster parents brought in the paper,
Was it you?
Were you the victim?
Or the killer?
I really didn't know what to think,
The shock of you still being alive,
Or the shock of you being dead?
It would make no difference to my life,
But i sure wouldn't wan't you up here were the skies are blue,
You don't deserve a funeral or a Sending,
You should be thrown in the streets for the rats as far as i can see,
But it's not my choice is it?
Shame...