Eccentrix Poems

I have no words No life left it hurts so much inside My mind’s a mirror that’s cracked up My emotions have nowhere to hide I am to tired to smile But still, I’ll joke and I’ll laugh to keep you all from rotting from my pains, from my path I have nothing left I am broken I give up I won’t even try I’ll sit I’ll sigh cracked and all used up. And though try again, I really wish I could A voice will push onwards I should? No. I said, I have no time. Face in the mud, feet tied But, might I have one solid reason I could phase back into rhyme? But, to face it, sometimes you have to have faces, faced up at the facts That, perhaps, you can not go further alone Now it’s time to turn home and head back. So, maybe I still have some words left But, by one, they are fading out too. How long can I, keep on with a lie? Well, truth is, That’s all up to you. L~

Slow, like drops, from a christening bath ripples quick, and shining fast Purest and yet dark as dusk A fallen angel is a must Wings of fire, heart of ash eyes of storms, bestil my past and daggers break on gilded glass to shatter through let nothing last A strike, a blow, a crash of light A flicker dies, eternal night And yet I sit in still and calm for hoping, I will see no harm And still I wait and here I suffer A dying breath, and take for cover A strike, a bow, and black again Promise me my friend that this will end. Silence, empty, lies, false Why tell me that I had a pulse? Why tell myself belief is key? Now nothing is left Remains be seen. Then, back to life, like nothing died I pause and blink… blood, still inside. The light is warm, too hot, can’t see I take a step. Then two, then three. L~

Heart of shattered mirrors, shards bound in ice and chains fire crackling, embers fade danger spikes again Snow cascades, and flickers dim A portal to the stars Hangs above my head, to sing in the darkest words of past Broken, twisted, dreams and hope are barren; Wilted rose That petals fall, forgotten in A ghostly figure, hacking bones chattering Until it cracks again.

Why do you constantly give me rocks to turn to gold For once, can I have silver That I may turn into a star? And why, when you hand me stones Do you judge me for the gifts, I give A small fortune, born from bones That I lost to bring you this. Is the fact that a job is done not satisfying? Is the praise and encore called not worth gratifying? Correct me if I fail you, but is it not the way When praise is given, and smiles are shared To let me return, to live my day So why do you expect so much when you’ll always give me less And tell me, “try again, Midas,” I thought I did my best...

Counting the days till this suffering ends trapped in a circle of repeating trends I wait for the day I can call myself free The day where I belong only to me Counting the hours till my friends finally leave their taunting and teasing is making me bleed I yearn for a close few who will just make me happy No tasks, no tsks, no judging, no snapping. Counting the minutes till I can go home to live those few moments, not waiting alone to laugh and to sing, to enjoy what like can offer not lost in the silence, hearing heartbeats growing softer Counting the seconds till my heart skips a beat to find that true someone to make me feel complete Tired of frauds, bullies, players and none I just want a person who needs me to belong I am counting the days till I lose it all Family, Friends, Pets, Love, Care and more I wish I could enjoy what I have to be But how can I be happy, when you have my key So I'm counting, and counting, until the time wins Trapped behind cloc...

With the art of writing, you can be whatever you want to be. With the art of drawing you can see Whatever you want to see. With the art of films, media, you can live A life of complete fantasy But it is with the heart, imagination, that truly guides you to be free. L~

You know, I've often wondered What you see when I'm around. Do you see uniqueness? Or do I blend into the background? Perhaps you see an angel, a rare beauty, I don't see. Or perhaps you see a demon that, from hell, has been let free By chance you see a genius that is surely double your IQ Or, Maybe I'm and idiot that could never match up to you. Maybe you see laughter, And a light to make you smile. Then again, I don't recall my humour making you happy, I guess they're mild. Or, maybe you just see darkness The broken smile or dead-man's grin and you think, I'm really not much worth the time too little patience to fix what's within. Truth is, I don't know what you see, but that matters not, because Just by being the man you are You've given me a second chance. I don't care if you see beauty, wealth, or if you hate me for who I am. The fact that I've a fight worth fighting, means that I no longer give ...

They tell you, "when it's broken You feel it, cuz it hurts." They make you believe that out of the symptoms this one, this truth, is fact, is proof It Always has to hurt. Mine doesn't. It still beats, but it doesn't last for long How can I prove what isn't there? what isn't true? I know. Do I? Don't I? Maybe I don't. I want proof, need it, but nothing. Am I bleeding? My eyes stay shut. Because the lights hurt. Blankets and hot bottles, but I'm shaking with Shadows. Not cold, but ice, with poison Numb So nobody can steal safety. Wordless and cracked, like a safe. I look fine.? they are blind. It's the light. smile . but it's draining. To feel nothing. A face of lead, and it's cracking, like a shattered mask. Smile. Don't smile. Show the world but hide your face, your heart. Be hurt, but be okay. Why is that? What? Is a heart what's in the box? The box we locked away. Safe. No, Pandor...

How do you hide behind hatred and death succumb to the world where you took your first breath. How can you smile when the world has gone wrong, And how can you be ignorant for so long? Sometimes I wonder if it was your dreams to kill and to fight to wage war and hear screams but there in your eyes where the fires still burn I see the reason why you took this turn So fires will rage as your hatred burns on Let them singe and dance as your heart sings it's last song in ashes and blood, where reborn was your strength forever you killed because home was in death I thought you were a monster, I thought I could stay away But that fight you hold against me is the chaos that you crave And even when they refuse to see the human that you are it will never matter, while you're burdened by your scar. So let inferno burn away let anger and flames spread let every last strand of love be broken when they're dead. And when you have sought out revenge and the ...