Tears My Heart Sheds, Ayame Yamamoto [i read a book txt] 📗

Into The Sunset

The sun sets on another day
And I can’t bring myself to look away.
As it creeps under ocean spray
I wonder why I must go the other way.
Please tell me it will be okay
As I stare long into the deep
It will be a while before I sleep.
This is a place where demons creep.
The only good choice is to keep
Going on. And never, ever sleep.


Your Own Problem

I told you, you cannot get away with it
You know that, but you refuse to admit.
I am telling you it is too late to quit
But you say that you can’t take a hit.
I try to get through to you, bit by bit
When will you stop? I tire of this skit.
And your only excuse is hardly legit
Tell me the whole story, what did you omit?
You can’t back out, you promised to commit.
And to tell you the truth, I miss your wit.


A Scrap of Paper

It is a symbol of scorned ideas
Of broken dream and lots of tears.
The piece of paper is torn and ripped
With a boot print where someone stepped
This paper is a symbol of all that I regret
But this is something that I don’t get
On the paper is a beautiful picture
That you’d have seen if you’d just turned it over.
This piece of paper is, and always will be,
A ripped up, stepped on, abused symbol of me.


A True Story

The silence of a peaceful morning
Was broken by a raucous “Bang”.
It seemed the feisty, energetic cat
Was chasing the dog for a change.
The poor little dog whimpered in pain,
The angry feline let out a hiss.
Screaming in fury that his attack missed
The small scurry ended with a shriek
And the dog still keeps his distance
From the pretentious cat named Mittens.


Living Life

If only one person was optimistic
In this whole wide world at a time
It wouldn’t take very much at all
For our bunch to be brought down.
But only half of the population
Can’t find it in them to be kind.
They always appear to have lost their spirit
A good day is when they don’t do anything
Life can suck when you just give up
But then it’s not life, and no one cares.


From My Point of View

In this place where nothing will grow
Where we are no mortal could know
A place of torment, hellfire and pain
In the devil’s eyes we’re all fair game
If we had another chance, if only, if only,
Maybe the afterlife wouldn’t be so lonely.
All the while we can’t even imagine
What we did to cause this to happen
We try to wake up, maybe it’s only a dream
Hell on earth, it’s worse that it may seem.


Only the Un-Famous

Not all of us are meant for fame.
Not everyone leaves a dent where they came
And not all really resent that fact
They just lament that it had to be them
Yet still others refuse to pent up themselves
And they seem intent on moving on up
They get sent all over the world
They are not content with just getting by
End up bent to do another’s bidding
Yet none feel they misspent their time


Name Acrostic

Just don’t talk much, I know I’m quiet
Although I’ve got a lot on my mind. I
Sometimes wonder what would happen if I said
My thoughts about people. Better not think about it,as
If I cared. Just keep to myself, and I’ll be fine,
Never again! I won’t let them get to me.
Everyone assumes I’m fine, but they assume too much. I wish

Someone would come along who could feel
My pain, share my burden, heal my soul.
It gets to be too much, but I could never
Tell anyone what is wrong, just that I
Have a reason for not talking.


I Am Paranoid

I am paranoid
I wonder what that noise is behind me…
I hear footsteps behind me
I see figures in the shadows
I am never alone.
I pretend not to notice them watching me
I feel their eyes on me
I touch the window pane as I look out
I worry that they poisoned my food
I cry myself to sleep at night
I am not crazy.
I understand, but at the same time I don’t
I say ‘Why can’t you leave me alone?’
I dream of being free from their clutches
I try to leave in the middle of the night
I hope they don’t find me
I am a prisoner no more.


I Am Numb

I am numb
I wonder why no one will help me.
I hear my parents shouting downstairs
I see only one way to fix this.
I am the problem.
I pretend everything is okay sometimes.
I feel pain for the first time.
I touch the blood seeping out
I worry that someone will stop me.
I cry out when my parents find me
I am almost free.
I understand that nothing is alright here.
I say “Let me go”
I dream of a happier place
I try to keep my eyes open
I hope I made the right choice.
I am in a better place now.


Vampires

We are the creatures of the night.
We can’t go out in broad daylight,
Or else we shrivel, squeal and burn.
Just wait ‘till dark, then it’s our turn.


Werewolves

We appear normal to human eyes,
But wait, we have a big surprise.
Don’t stay out in the moonlight
Or be ready for a little bite.


What a Mess

I cannot get away from this place;
This place that desperately needs a broom.
And I begin to lose all hope, all grace,
Then I realize I am in my room.


Messy

Messy
Dirty, Icky
Tripping, falling, searching
Go clean up right now!
Messy


Siblings

Siblings
Annoying, Frustrating
Whining, running, jumping
Parents should have stopped
Siblings


Love

Love
Cute, adorable
Hugging, kissing, fighting
I know I’m too young
Love


Self Confidence

I have never had
Any self-confidence, and
For the longest time
I had no way to express
Myself, my thoughts and feelings.


Make Sense

Some things will never
Make any sense to me, like
War, hatred, fighting.
It is all stupid, because
We could all be friends and live.


Humor

Haikus can be fun,
But I can’t write a good one
Because I am dumb.


Favorite Activity

I love to hike in
The national parks where the
Trees are all you see.


To Listen

There are voices I hear in my head.
Sometimes they sound like my friends
Other times they are my parents,
But really the voices are only in my mind.
A if I’d listen to what they said
If I did they’d annoy me to no ends,
Tell me I can’t win our arguments.
Lie like it’s nothing, they’re never kind.

They’d never let me go anywhere,
Let me think no one could, would care.
They’d say I am dumb, insignificant.
I’d start dreaming and they’d say I can’t.
If I listened I’d be so depressed.
Good thing I don’t, so I’m not stressed.
If everyone listened to the voice in their head
We’d soon realize our potential is dead.


Painting of Life

Each brush stroke soft, the colors light,
After all, this is only the beginning.
And you’re just starting out, you can learn.
You will be fine, because no one is perfect.

You are starting to get the hang of it,
And now it seems easier to be yourself
Be bold if you want, use lots of colors!
I’ll be here to guide you if you need me.

With more experience you are getting better
Wait, you can’t do that! You’ll smear the paint!
What will you do now? You ruined it!
You cannot do it over, you have no second try.

You should have been more careful,
Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.
It’s not my fault you’ve messed it up. You
Might have done better, if you had known

It’s the Painting of Life, and now it’s done.
And now it’s done.


Eight Weary Travelers

Eight weary travelers
Come from a land afar.
One couldn’t read a stop sign,
So he got run over by a car

Seven weary travelers
Who didn’t know the area.
One forgot to get his shots,
So he died of malaria

Six weary travelers
Find the mountains striking.
One held the map upside down,
And he got lost while hiking.

Five weary travelers
Passing through New Mexico.
One thought he saw aliens,
And was abducted by a UFO.

Four weary travelers
Drove across the ‘Lone Star State’.
One happened to be an immigrant,
He got busted at the gate.

Three weary travelers
On a ship that really stank.
One told the captain so,
And was forced to walk the plank.

Two weary travelers
Sick and tired and in despair.
One refused to ask for directions,
The other just left him there.

One weary traveler
Sitting on a tall fence.
She cannot help but wonder
Why only girls have any sense.

Favorite Tree

Swinging on the swing
In the tree.
That tree, The Tree
That I loved to swing from
When I was younger
Where I learned to climb,
The branch where I liked to sit.
I’d like to swing one more time
Take a last breath
The fall leaves are so pretty.


Symbols

Ripped, faded piece of paper
Stepped on and thrown away.
A boot print on one side
But a lovely picture
On the other side
That no one can see
Because no one even cares.
That paper is, and always will be
A torn up, stepped on,
Broken symbol of me.


Cold Blades

Suicide is not just for the
Down and Depressed,
Razors are not just for
Spilling blood red,
They are for spilling tears
That do not normally come
Feelings we cannot show
Poetry is not only for lovers,
It is for those who have no love
And who will never know.


No Sleeping

No wonder I can’t seem to sleep
With these demons creeping
There in the shadows,
The creatures in the night
Stalking, pursuing, digging
Clawing at my mind
I cannot ignore them,
I will not just hide from them,
I must face my inner demons,
To get to that eternal sleep.


Distracting Yourself

It seems like fun, letting loose
But underneath it all,
You can’t let go
Of the feeling of rejection;
Denying who you are.