Realtionship Poems
Glass
by Cassidy Naekel
Like a bird trapped in a glass cage, you flutter around this town
Without purpose or direction,
diving head first into the edges,
spiraling down.
Landing in the barren fields of this place-
So many times that I have lost count.
You do not learn from your mistakes,
Instead you blame me
for not unlocking a door
......
Window of a scarred heart
by Cash Olds
LOOK AND SEE. Start from within, being as truthful as you can possibly be. Look out from the scarred window pane of your very own heart. LOOK AND SEE; the pains of this world that have overtaken your trust, your innocence, none the less your ability to live. To live as you had as a child when the sun would glow and the sounds of this world were welcoming rather than deafening.
All of us! All of us that are unable to not be weighed down, and who are chained to our thoughts of wrong, a wrong being held upon us that has no clear sentencing, no clear solution, nor an outcome that could ever possibly draw any closer than unattainable. The baggage we feel we are responsible for on our very own that no other could quite possibly come to grips with.
How can we still hold the belief that happy, not just a momentary experience but as the very climate of an unwavering constant could exist, much less be close enough to strive torwards?
As I look out my window and once again take a necessary assessment of the world that surrounds me i find it is not the lost and misguided who hold no truth that oppress me, but it is their unknowing mis-guidance and the forces that bring about their deprivations that do so. finally, yet maybe most important a lack of unconditional love that bring such pain about it must be unloaded unto others a pain so full that it must literally spill out into the laps of others; often interpreted as hate and discord.
Whoever has the wisdom to see it as so, LISTEN! can we really exclude ourselves from that which we despise? Can we really talk about it as if we never willingly shut our own eyes in order to take part, no, not one of us can. Not one of us can boast of perfection.
......
Unresolved
by Callie Hayes
Scared of death, scared of life.
Will I ever know peace?
We are fragile things,
and yet, so powerful.
Harm and pain,
caused and received.
With what regard do we do this?
......
Storm Within
by Ananth Veluturi
Turbulent emotion just raked in
Pains me a lot as it is aching
I honestly do not know the reasons for fury
Eventually, the relationship went awry
Inside my heart, I am screaming I did no mistake
Yet, I had to be at the end of forsake
No matter what I say now, it doesn't mend
Neither these thick emotions will suspend
......
Unresolved
by Callie Hayes
Scared of death, scared of life.
Will I ever know peace?
We are fragile things,
and yet, so powerful.
Harm and pain,
caused and received.
With what regard do we do this?
......
Storm Within
by Ananth Veluturi
Turbulent emotion just raked in
Pains me a lot as it is aching
I honestly do not know the reasons for fury
Eventually, the relationship went awry
Inside my heart, I am screaming I did no mistake
Yet, I had to be at the end of forsake
No matter what I say now, it doesn't mend
Neither these thick emotions will suspend
......
Glass
by Cassidy Naekel
Like a bird trapped in a glass cage, you flutter around this town
Without purpose or direction,
diving head first into the edges,
spiraling down.
Landing in the barren fields of this place-
So many times that I have lost count.
You do not learn from your mistakes,
Instead you blame me
for not unlocking a door
......
Window of a scarred heart
by Cash Olds
LOOK AND SEE. Start from within, being as truthful as you can possibly be. Look out from the scarred window pane of your very own heart. LOOK AND SEE; the pains of this world that have overtaken your trust, your innocence, none the less your ability to live. To live as you had as a child when the sun would glow and the sounds of this world were welcoming rather than deafening.
All of us! All of us that are unable to not be weighed down, and who are chained to our thoughts of wrong, a wrong being held upon us that has no clear sentencing, no clear solution, nor an outcome that could ever possibly draw any closer than unattainable. The baggage we feel we are responsible for on our very own that no other could quite possibly come to grips with.
How can we still hold the belief that happy, not just a momentary experience but as the very climate of an unwavering constant could exist, much less be close enough to strive torwards?
As I look out my window and once again take a necessary assessment of the world that surrounds me i find it is not the lost and misguided who hold no truth that oppress me, but it is their unknowing mis-guidance and the forces that bring about their deprivations that do so. finally, yet maybe most important a lack of unconditional love that bring such pain about it must be unloaded unto others a pain so full that it must literally spill out into the laps of others; often interpreted as hate and discord.
Whoever has the wisdom to see it as so, LISTEN! can we really exclude ourselves from that which we despise? Can we really talk about it as if we never willingly shut our own eyes in order to take part, no, not one of us can. Not one of us can boast of perfection.
......
