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My soul has been lost in a stream of long lost tears.
My voice won’t reach the surface.
It isn’t that I don’t try,
I try, maybe harder then anyone I know.
It is just, that I got lost in my own memory.
Slowly times flies further away,
And all I can do is sit here and cry.

I see a lot pass by, people, cars, smiles.
I can only watch, for my time has stopped.
Even if I wanted to join them,
It would be impossible.
Sometimes, I just want to close my eyes and fall asleep.
But, as I am frozen my eyes stay wide open.
And I watch.
Nothing more, Nothing less.
For I am a fallen angel.
Stripped from time.

I wrote a small silly poem, I'm not all that happy with it.. I need to write more, so I'll get into the flow of poetry again.
And, this is my start. It has been some months since I last wrote a poem, and it was bugging me.. So, here it is.. don't be to harsh on me!

On the winds of a whisper
My words are carried
They held no particular meaning,
Nor are they very clear.
Is it love, hate or sadness.
Pain, grief or madness..
All I want, is for them to reach you.

Deep down inside,
Somewhere hidden in my heart.
All my feelings soar,
They fly and they fall.
All for one reason.
To see the day they come alive.
On the winds of a whisper,
Carried to you.


emo