Teaching Myself To Live (Teach Me To Drown's Poetry)

Dropping Land Mines

Stitched into a book
Made of broken lies
Torn apart by me
Cause my dreams
…have died

Drawn into a painting
A smile on her face
I flip it upside down
To make a frowning trace

Dropping landmines into
Open fields of grey
Killing all the people
Who come through its way

A fire burning toward me
What ever could it want
I throw my book of lies in
And fresh again I start

As the book burns slowly
Its pages get curled from heat
I wonder whats its like
To feel the burn of lies

I get farther from the fire
It get closer to my feet
Then i wake up
From my oh so painfull sleep

thanks so much

thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dropping Land Mines: Wow.. is that word enough?
Shit, I have been away for like for ever O,,,O.

Anyway.
A fire burning toward me
What ever could it want
I throw my book of lies in
And fresh again I start
Favourtie part.
Lov ethe theme, love the ideas, love the flow!
Your book of lies was a really interisting topic. Aamzing.

And btw, love your new thread title ^,,,^.

thank you so much Cherokee..............it took me so long to write a new poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lacking Instinct

I have not gained
A drop of what i woke
I lay awake in bed
As i sweat loosened hope

A fianlly make it okay
To a place i call my home
On a cloud of conciousness
As if surrouned by a dome

I pound on what appears to be
The thick layers upon fear
A chissel wont help me now
For im trapped in what i hear

The steps are getting closer
Like tap dancing in the hall
Clicking and clacking nearer
All i can do is fall

I hoped you'd be there
So i dont hurt myself again
But you faked all i thought was real
And now where do i begin?

Do i start over from scratch
Or do i keep falling back
I thought you'd be forever
But instinct was what i lacked



you probably know what its about...

thanks so much.it means a lot.....

and ya the feeling sort of sucks......well really sucks

Alexandra
I love the conceptual structure of your poems and how the themes are so blunt and sort of scary in a way
Amazing job

thanks so much!!!

Now I Know The Difference

One time I stopped to smell the roses
Its was a bad choice on my part
Because one I put my nose to them
They quickly stopped my heart

Every rose has its thorns
I dare not beg to differ
I simply had no thought
Of what it would do to me

The thorns fell onto the ground
After it fell from my hand
I had to go and pick it
As if my head in the sand

Now I lay there
In a bed
Now knowing the difference
Between…
Black roses and red…

Now I Know the Difference

Wow this took my breath away. I love this one. amazing job. =D

thanks

thanks to you!!!

thanks

and thanks for the advice.....i know what you mean....im going to try

Sad Clown Industry

Their eyes make look happy
On their face a perfect frown
Tears painted slightly
Not falling up, falling down

Thick layer piled one
To disguise what they must see
Why would you hide yourself,
Especially from me?

Irritated skin
Hides under cheap foundation
I wonder if their masks
Is their real emotions

If I were to join them
I’d be the richest of them all
For I would wear no make-up
No make-up…..
Not at all…