Hear My Soul Speak
I've always thought that poetry should be written from the soul;
that it should be the expression of emotions and events you can't bring yourself to talk about.
There are some things so deeply felt, you can't even say them to your best friends.
I have the most amazing friends... I know I'd be lost without them...
but like everyone, they too have things they could only write about.
This is some of their poetry...


:: Soiled thoughts tear at your soul... you're being shattered by lust ::

:: I'm still wishing you were here, and I'm still wishing you were mine ::

:: They're not all dead to me...they sit not far away, friends superficially ::

:: It seems as though I've always been somebody outside, looking in ::

:: Knowing this could be the end, not caring enough to stop anymore ::

:: Why do I scream when the voice that I hear isn't my own? ::

:: I'm afraid this night will outlast this bottle ::

:: If I had only been there to look into your eyes, to help you with each painful breath and silence all your cries ::

:: You are inside me and I'm not letting you go, not now or ever ::

:: Now your mind is taking over, you've nothing left to feel ::

:: They fill my heart with silent screams ::

:: For every tear that she has cried, there has been a moment where she has closed her eyes and thought of you ::

:: Of all the moments we in our hearts desire, surely it's of this we most dream ::

:: She can see beauty in a dirty drunken vagrant or a crushed flower, but when asked to see the beauty in herself, she finds nothing ::

:: And so it's midwinter in her heart, the snow is falling and ice protects her from getting hurt ::

:: Nothing has changed from that cold winters day, broken and bleeding, withering away inside ::

:: I know what its like to cry. I know what its like to feel all alone in the world ::