Poems by Me(aw)

"Numbness"

Whisper, voices of sweetest darkness
Show me the end of existence lifeless
Tell me reasons to go numb again
Make me go callous and dumb again

The strength to not think have two different sides
Can we see beyond what was called my eyes?
And thanks to diversity paradise is diverting
I became something else, something deeply disturbing

Synchronize my soul
disrupt the disruption
Realign, control
Bring me back into... Action

Fire, engines are meant to start now
Desire deep to continue and cope
work on not deciding an ending somehow
I control my thoughts now, away from this slope

Sweet salt
Eat the time
You know I will eat the time
And the stones caught me
and I'm standing still
Unmovable but unmoving

Bitter blood
Wash over me
As I break free wash over me
And I lift mountains
in my quest to be...
Unbeatable but eroding

Solid wish
drag me up
In the battles drag me up
See me standing steadfast
pursuing my goal
Unkillable but dying

Your poems all sound like songs to me. I don't know if it's just my mind today lol
I like a lot the expression "eat the time" that you have used.

Hey, really interesting poems and I love your word choices. I'm having kind of a hard time deciphering them, though, not least of all because of my hangover

It would be great if you could write a one or two line summary for each poem, explaining the hidden meaning.

And, you posted a poem in my thread "All I ever wanted". Perhaps you could post it here as well ?

"All I ever wanted"

And all I wanted was your arms around me
An embrace to chase the fear away
Not for you to breathe it
until it was a part of us
and not for you to question what I said
but to listen to my truths instead
And I miss the laughter and the life
Everything you picked apart
Who knows, maybe there was a secret message
for only those who could look for hours
at a completely commonly ordinary sentence
Everything I wanted was your smile
Not for you to erase mine
Everything you feared was what never happened
I did not leave you for someone else
I left you for you

Thanks both

Numbness is about how life was easier without a burnout, how the burnout makes every setback so much more difficult, and how it is something others cannot see.

Second one is about never giving in even if one is standing still. it is also about the price to pay for what one wants to achieve - especially the last line of every verse.

All I ever wanted is about how my last relationship got ruined by worries and distrust.

"Living"

You can believe in
whatever you're wanting
but life is a lie
and we're all gonna die

My inside is living but my face is dead
Skip the pain and play metal instead

'cos life is a fire
and we'll all burn forever
The hearts will all bleed
without someone to lead

Their insides are dead but their faces are living
Look what they've done and what they're achieving

Calm becomes restless
when truth becomes reckless
And peace becomes hate
'cos it's our fate.

(About the social game)

What can I do
for your eyes?
They seem so sad
All I want
is to see them smile
but I know far too well
how difficult it is
The mirror of the soul is reflecting me
but I am respecting you
and your sorrow
You don't have to tell me
But you have to know
I would really want to
do something for your eyes.

(About not knowing if someone wants ones help or not)

I find certain stuff interesting
Certain things look a little bit fun
For example how people can walk
Without legs
And without truth, happiness, soul
Been there, done that, yes, I know
(do it again, keep in control)
(do it once more, just for show)
(do it forever to keep yourself together)

I find certain stuff disgusting
Certain things look a little bit dull
For example how people can walk
Without smiles
And without fulfilling, outliving
Am there, doing that, yes, I'm thriving
(gonna do it again, gonna keep being)
(gonna do it once more just for seeing)
(will do it forever to make it forever)
(will do it forever to keep down the fever)

gonna do it a last time to be free
A last time to be leaving.
A first time to be dead.
The times in between to die for.

I am experiencing something that for me is rather uncommon - writers block about poems. Everything from one last line not appearing to only around four lines appearing. This statement has no specific charge.

I used to never get writer's block until I started taking creative writing classes. Then I became overly critical and self conscious of everything I wrote. I like your poems, just keep writing. I like the imagery they portray.

Thanks X) I did mention to someone I had had earlier plans of releasing a poem book but discared them, and that one said it was a tough thing to compete with others to give out a book... which brought critical me to a new level. It is possible it has contributed. I managed to finish two old ones lying around, at least. Always something. I'll try posting one... some time later XD