I Am But One ---poetry---mannaquin

this is my newest poem:

I Am But One

I am one droplet in an ocean of longing,
I am one piece of straw in a haystack,
I am one pigment of color in the rainbow,
I am one letter in the alphabet,
I am one number in infinity,
I am not important,
I am one life in this lifeless world,
I am one martyr in the world of GOD,
I am one me,
The only me I can be.
I am me. I am just one.

Burning.


Why do we break
The promises we make?

Why do we take
What's not given?

Have we risen
From falling below the shallows

Take a misstep,
And fall headfirst under.

We make mistakes,
With consequences and blunders.


But we never learn.

We just get







.BURNED.




(NOTE: NOTICE HOW THE FIRST LINE IS SHORTER THAN THE SECOND. NOTICE THE WAVE SHAPE OF THE POEM AND THE RELATIVITY TO THE LAST WORD. THE ORANGE YELLOW BLUE BURNING FIRE INSIDE MY BODY RAVAGING MY INSIDES. MY EMOTIONS. BURNING TO MAKE A ANEW BEGINNING, TO START OVER.)
MY ASS.
I CAN DREAM RIGHT?

happy ending:


every day,

every night,

you tear me apart,

the dart goes right to the bullseye,

and i lie,
back and wait,

for the day i'll have my happy ending.

Die


I want to die,
But here i lie,
And i am listening,
As my tears are glistening.
All i did was try to help,
You yelled
And i gave a yelp.

I'm in trouble,
The pit in my stomach rumbles,
I want to die,
But here i lie,
As my tears keep falling,
and are glistening.

Clocks


As the clock ticked,
The hour glass,
The sand trickles down,

But the feelings won't go away,
I can't stay,
I miss you so,
My thoughts won't flow,

You told me,
She wouldn't want me
To be sad
And feel bad,
But i do,
And it wont go away,
And i can't stop crying.

Decisions


The decision to leave
Hurt me so,
When i was three,
You never wanted to be
With mom and me.

She found someone else
To make us happy,
But I'm so gappy.

My heart aches
My eyes see to much,
I know nothing,
Yet my heart is unwhole.

But it's okay,
Because it won't change,
So it hurts,But I'll be okay,
The world won't end today.

Climb Back Up


We all have the lows,
It’s whether we're strong enough
To get back up that matters.

We climb up ladders,
Of conflict and reality.
And all we really learn
Is who we are
And what we can do for ourselves.

To be able to climb back up
Is a gift you nor I have.
It’s a true gift.
Only those who are brave,
And courageous have it.

Those who are cowardly and stupid
Want it and seek it.

Those who will never have it?
I will never have it
I have chosen the road less walked on.
The road where I am with
My own conscience and my own soul.

The road where I dictate my actions.
If everyone had their own road
My heart wouldn’t be broken
And my arms wouldn’t be cut.

I am out of it
On my own road.
Because I climbed the latter.

September


pictures always fade
memories, we never remember
but one September
she made us banana splits
and i could tell
she really loved me.

all that i told her
never once did i say i loved her.
i refused to hug her
and then i did
then she was gone.

pictures always fade.
memories, we never remember.
but one September
i remembered.

Black Life Cycle


when you live
your body functions
you have emotions
we proclaim,and sing
we have certain special ping.

when you die
we are mourned over
our bodies lay there
in the dirt under footsteps.
but our souls soar
why do people die?
what's it for?

we are forgotten
we are forgotten
no longer mourned over
our face, a mystery.

revelation
expectation
i remember you
i miss you
i love you
forever.

I do enjoy the emotion in your poetry. ^_^
I'm a sucker for it, lmao. xD

Excellent work on all of your poems.

I really love your poems. Wonderful jobb

I like the first one.

I really loved Clocks. Then again, I loved all of them!

why thank you everyone. i will get to you as soon as possible there is a line behind me... im very sorry for the inconvenience. more updates will be arriving shortly. please exit to your left and have a great day!
(me being and airplane attendant)
♥---bexy

I know you.
I see you lying ther eon the floor,
Heart beating out your chest,
pump pumping.
blood splatters the mirror and you turn.
trun and look at me.
Don't leave me now,
one second...
two seconds ...
passing...
time passes through the stealthy air,
the stagnant air
and you turn and close.
folding in on yourself.
heart beat stops,
blood out poors and your gone from this world.
my world.
our world.
forever.

Hm, I can visualize this...dunno if I should be.
But it means you did a kickass job on this.
Well done, mon amie.

Fantastic Job, Bexy!!! I love the ending!

face to face doesn't mean anything
to you.
oh no not you
face to faec doesn't mean anything.
doesnt matter how you break my heart
doesnt matter how many peices i have to pick up.
doesnt matter to you
sweep em up with your dirty lies
your sirty problems
let me wipe away my tears with your clothes.
let me cry my tears into you
let me rip your heart like mine
im down on the floor
looking in the mirror
i see somethign i shouldnt see
i see me
i see me bleeding on the floor from my heart. bleeding profucely.
dying
dying
gone.

Very emotional, mon amie.
Love poetry that can convey that.

Well done. ^_^

i hate my life
i dont know why
it had to end this way
with so much heart ache,
and grief
and no grace,
so much hurt
so much pain
and no love.
so much truth and no love lies.
im hurt and im in a ball again
and i can't untangle.