Shorte85's blog: "My Poetry"

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* He’s in a web, A web of loving, A web of memories, A web that works together, A web that has up’s and down’s, A web that has each other close together, A web that has bined us together, A web that won’t let us apart, A web that kept us together, We’ve been to hell and back, But that web of love, Has always been there in our heart.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* The cold swifted wind, Has the United Nations combined. The soilders fight till dawn, And will never withdraw. We state our prayer, To the good old slayer. We give our best, To kill the mean ole beast.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* I stand still, the world spins, I can’t keep up though the world wins. I get confused, and I get frustrated. I hear these voices, screaming at me, though I can’t quite figure out on what they tend to speak. I find myself talking in circles, I find myself pointing towards a window. I tell myself jump, I find myself landing into a garbage dump. I cry myself to sleep, calling myself a creep. Never again will I have to explain. Here I am in a coffin, no more coughing. No more cigarettes, no more sweats.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* My time is running out, let me out. I am losing my breath, I can’t stand this death. Look around, blood is sprout. Covered in red, I lie in bed. I feel cold, so cold I couldn’t move. I feel hands among my body, as they fix my dreadful hair. Come to find out, I’m placed into a coffin bed.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* Shameful thoughts running through my head, as I lay here in a dreadful bed. I’d think more about pain, the more tears I would gain. I start to shake in fear, as I don’t feel as a peer. I am different I see in a mirror, then I see that I became a mischief. I then go nuts, I start to abut. I can’t feel texture, this is so much torture. I live in hell, shit I can’t spell. “So why try?”, I must die.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* So much temper built up, it’s like a big death cup. So much anger to fight, all I do anymore is trite. I can’t stand this life, please give me the knife. I see red blood here on this knife, but no one cares cause it’s no real life. I feel myself drifting quickly from life, there’s music I hear a fife. I try to talk my way through things, but so many attached strings. I have so much problems, they bring with so much trouble. I have so much time and so little life, so take my life with butcher knife. I can take one last pain!

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* Hold me, Fiddle with me, Do something good, Don’t let go, Oh that feels good, Don’t stop, Yeah, that’s it.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* Parents in the background fighting all the time, alcoholic breath, smoke from cigarettes, voices echo in my head, nowhere for me to turn, just to sit here listen to everyone bickering and fighting it’s horrible, tears run down my face, no one to hug the pain away, I wish someone would pull me out, it’s cold, it’s scary, it’s hell, somewhere you enter and somewhere you can’t find a exit to get out.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* I just want to curl up in a ball, I want to just sprawl. I get lonely and scared, life’s so unprepared. Life and death is such a pair, but no one take the dare. Life is hard, but I act such a retard. I’m so ignorant, that I show so much ignorance. No way to control my stupidity, though it all runs in one liquidity. So much pain inside, feels I have just died. My soul drifts away, so many different gifts. Loved ones crying, they feel like dying. I feel so bad, but was so sad. Couldn’t live another day, so I became prey and they took me away. My life became owned, as if my life was passing away stoned. So just let me go, I will then be no more a hoe.

********************* CJ Bond 2006 © ********************* As I sit here in this chair, thoughts run through each and every strain of hair. I have love in my life now, I really just don’t quite know how. “Is this what I want?” As I gaze into his picture, I know I have the most sweetest mistier. Years in time I had nothing to do; with love, now I have you and we’ve bonded like hand in glove. You are my world, though we’ve gone through swirls. “Is this what I want?” I know now this has brightened up my life, my soul is free from the stabbing of a thousand knifes. My heart is alive, its pumping red love vibe. Now is the question, “Am I in love?” It feels as if I’m in love, it’s like a new born white winged dove. You in my life I have no fear, I have no tears. My sad faces, have gone to places. You have washed away my pain, deep down into my vain. My final, last and only question. “Is this truly what I want?” “Yes…?”