devil_dante_:

Cobalt:

                                              Paranoia

Sometimes I fall victim to panic.
My friends say I'm schizophrenic.
I went to the doctor because of this paranoia.
He diagnosed me with schizophrenia.

I'm always paranoid.
Seems since childhood.
I keep hearing voices.
Conversations, bits and pieces.

Even just walking down the street.
I hear someone's feet beat against the concrete.
I look back and no one is there.
This stress is starting to wear.
My sanity is now starting to tear.

Gotta get back on track.
But it seems I'm always looking back.
Always feeling like I'm under attack.

Even when I sleep,
Someone, I hear them creep.
Someone is gonna shriek and leap...
Feels like I'm always on edge.
Like I'm standing at a cliff's ledge.
Then I wake up screaming,
to realize I was only dreaming.

These pills the doctor prescribed aren't helping.
I think these symptoms are worsening.
I'm gonna flush these down the toilet.
No one will even know it.

I retreat to my bedroom.
I sit in bed with my eyes wide and red, bloodshot.
Left in my room to rot.

Sitting here curled up, rocking.
The shadows on the walls seem to be mocking.
The walls...the walls are talking...
The darkness is laughing.
Outside my window I hear a tapping and knocking.
My eyes are darting left and right, 
whispers disperse a warning of danger looming.

It feels like someone is watching me.
Everything is not what it seems to be.
Whispers come from everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time.
Losing all touch with reality.
Under my breath, muttering profanity.

Then I watch as the world started to swirl.
Gazed while it whirl,
glazed eyes as it twirl.
Lost, stuck in my own fantasy world.
Left all alone in this void in which I was hurled...

wow..I didnt expect that kinda poem from you fella..0.0 but it's really cool...and some lines reflect me..especiallt that "gotta get back on track but it seems I'm always looking back always feeling like under attack" part.. keep it up bro!!

this is not a very good poem but it's a poem and sorry that is sucks

Pitch Black Roses litter her path,
Watch her heart,
Shatter on the grass.

The lie you spun,
Was the truth you told,
Soon she found,
Her heart was broke.

She needed truth,
She needed warmth,
She needed someone,
She could hold.

Pitch Black roses Blood red wine,
Broken hearts and Half baked truths.
You needed the thrill,
But she needed you.

Your words cut worse,
Than the games you played,
Now she knows,
Youll never stay.

The truth was sometimes,
Harder to take,
Than the lies you gave,
To keep them safe.

The happiness was fake,
Just like your smile,
Leaving her was easy,
Cause love was never there.

Pitch Black roses Blood red wine,
Broken hearts and Half baked truths.
You needed the thrill,
But she still needs you.

sesshoumara:

this is not a very good poem but it's a poem and sorry that is sucks

Pitch Black Roses litter her path,
Watch her heart,
Shatter on the grass.

The lie you spun,
Was the truth you told,
Soon she found,
Her heart was broke.

She needed truth,
She needed warmth,
She needed someone,
She could hold.

Pitch Black roses Blood red wine,
Broken hearts and Half baked truths.
You needed the thrill,
But she needed you.

Your words cut worse,
Than the games you played,
Now she knows,
Youll never stay.

The truth was sometimes,
Harder to take,
Than the lies you gave,
To keep them safe.

The happiness was fake,
Just like your smile,
Leaving her was easy,
Cause love was never there.

Pitch Black roses Blood red wine,
Broken hearts and Half baked truths.
You needed the thrill,
But she still needs you.

Cobalt:

It's been quiet in here lately. I'll post one that is a bit lighter than my last two.


                                      Day at Tha Beach

On a beautiful sunny day.
I decided to go to the beach.
Laying on a beach towel and looking lonely,
was a cute honey wearing a two piece.

She looked very elegant,
almost kind of royal.
Rubbing herself down with oil.

She had a golden tan.
Hope she don't already got a man.
Toward her I practically ran.

Her sweaty body in the sun did glimmer.
Her skin from the oil did shimmer.
Look at her shine, damn she is fine.
Should I be myself? Or just feed her some line?
Either way she has got to be mine.

You see, it's all about confidence.
I approach her and offer my assistance.
You just have to be real.
Show her you're a good deal.

If your successful then good job.
If you blew it,
just say screw it.
And better luck next time.

Cobalt:

It's been quiet in here lately. I'll post one that is a bit lighter than my last two.


                                      Day at Tha Beach

On a beautiful sunny day.
I decided to go to the beach.
Laying on a beach towel and looking lonely,
was a cute honey wearing a two piece.

She looked very elegant,
almost kind of royal.
Rubbing herself down with oil.

She had a golden tan.
Hope she don't already got a man.
Toward her I practically ran.

Her sweaty body in the sun did glimmer.
Her skin from the oil did shimmer.
Look at her shine, damn she is fine.
Should I be myself? Or just feed her some line?
Either way she has got to be mine.

You see, it's all about confidence.
I approach her and offer my assistance.
You just have to be real.
Show her you're a good deal.

If your successful then good job.
If you blew it,
just say screw it.
And better luck next time.

lol you really shock me sometimes XD keep it up! I love reading "different" poems from ya!

Been a while

Its been a while,
sence ive seen my self smile

on a day to day baseis
seeing all theas difrant faces

they all seem so normal,

I used to have a reason to come home.
but now I feel alone, in a cold and distant dome

blocking out all of my feelings.
and keeping my thaughts to my self.

and Even if your always on my mind
I dont need the same...

for theas blue feelings.. it was you I had to blame

but I was wrong, it was me
it was my thaughts that I believed.

not the truth but an ilusion
causing chaos and confusion

its been a while....
sence ive seen your sweet smile.

looking at the past pictures of you
it gives me hope.

talking to you helps me cope

Maybe it seems like were not as clouse, but now I see thats a lie.
we both still feel the same, I can still promise you the sky

for you, I would still die, for you, I still cry.

its been a while...
Sence ive said I love you...

Haha, really?

thats good to know =p

Untitled (althogh based off the song Liluim)

Blessed is the man who endues temptation
but Damned is he to a life of regret

Praise to his courige, one we wont forget.

Blessed is the woman who puts up with Sadness
but damned is she to a life of sorrow

oh praise be for her strenth in tomarrow

cant think of the rest for right now...

Blessed is the man who endues temptation
but Damned is he to a life of regret

Praise to his courige, one we wont forget.

Blessed is the woman who puts up with Sadness
but damned is she to a life of sorrow

oh praise be for her strenth in tomarrow

Oh how Divine thease two stand strong,
Oh how we wish this to last long

seeming to stay together threw thick and thin
Temptation watches with an ugly grin

Seeming to stay together threw thick and thin
Sorrow fades unable to win

Praises to the two who stay together

Blessed is the man who endues temptation
but it is the woman who will free his regret

For her deed he wont forget.

Blessed is the woman who puts up with Sadness
but it is the man who can take away her sorrow

We pray to see them together tomarrow

~In dedication to two individuals, who names will not be said...

but I can asure you, this poem has nothing to do with me!

Blessed is the man who endues temptation
but it is the woman who will free his regret

For her deed he wont forget.

Blessed is the woman who puts up with Sadness
but it is the man who can take away her sorrow

We pray to see them together tomarrow

~In dedication to two individuals, who names will not be said...

but I can asure you, this poem has nothing to do with me!