go |
Only when it's gone do you realise what you had;a place, a love, a life.Progression lives its last days;reminisced, then ridden off.To a new day, a new heartbreak;a new chance to greet more ... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 11:15:00 PST |
supressed |
To come out crying, to drown in the shame,
To feel nothing but this customary, deadening pain.
To laugh away the truth, to push away all of your care,
To wipe away the tears that you will forever have... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 01:32:00 PST |
Emaciation |
I am at my demise.
No longer can I endure this dreary life that has been put upon me.
I am striving for any form of incentive to get me through.
A hurl of hatred lurks inside.
Pulling me apart bit by... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:13:00 PST |
Departed Demise |
There's a child, sheltered by the arms of an old oak tree,
He's trying to bury himself beneath the burden that lies within.
He's waiting, and fearfully wondering what's to come from this horrific nigh... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:09:00 PST |
Dying Progression |
Arms open.
Smiles form.
Love grows.
Walk, then run.
We brace ourselves.
Look back, we reminisce.
Look forward, we optimise.
We Drift through with some cause.
We're living in the dying days.
Look back ... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:11:00 PST |
hope for nothing. |
He no longer has time for her endless love.He has no remorse for this heartless act.He now backs away from what they once shared.There is no room for her in his closing arms.She painfully watche... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 05:53:00 PST |
Goodbye. |
Their hearts are floating, drifting away. No time for sorry, their goodbye is here. As they part they look back hoping for forgiveness. But what is left is not worth the turn around, they think. He pl... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 11:36:00 PST |
poem |
In the playground she sits and wonders,
She questions herself and the others around her.
She looks up at her tree,
A pal for the past three years.
Her reading buddy, her friend, her only comfor... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 11:25:00 PST |
Endless Brawl |
Prison? Yeah I know that word. It's where I've spend the last 8 years of my demise. These cold white walls, the first thing to greet me as I awaken each morning. This one narrow window, my only source... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 01:54:00 PST |
It didn’t kill the cat after all. |
Initially you asked out of sheer curiosity,Later you found that the curiosity paid off.The question of what is a question of why.The question of why is a question of how.
What did I do wrong?
W... Posted by ty.RANT?<< on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 01:48:00 PST |