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Yawa Em Ekat

Take me away
And allow me to stay in your heart
I have nothing anymore
The dreams I had were mine alone
But someday you and me will meet again
In the cold winter air
We will see our breath drift out into the dark night sky
I follow the world as it turns
Trying to turn back time and take back everything I have ever said
But it is too late for forgiveness
And too late for redemotion
I have told you everything I have ever felt
By writing or talking you got it out of me
And I have nothing to show for anything any more
Just hundreds of pages of poetry that don’t mean anything until someone reads them
But no one will because no one is mine
And I am no ones
This world is cruel
One day you are at the top of it all
And the next you find yourself scraping for food
Trying to live off of whatever love you can find
I dream to one day hold you again
But then I remember it is only a dream
And I fade into sleep again
Stuck in the delta waves
I am nothing without you and nothing on my own
I taste the dry summer air and feel no one touching my hands
The sun pours its undying love on us all
But I feel nothing
Only loneliness and sadness that devouirs my world
It’s the way that I write that has changed
Nothing will ever be the same
Your heart is shrouded in love
You tell me you have waited for me to tell you I love you for so long now, I tell you and you say it’s too late
I love you, I miss you, I need you
Please take me back

It’s the morning’s goodbyes to sleep
That tell me I am still alive
I am awake all night, every night
To hear the noise of buzing dragonflies
But every step I take I am guided by angels
Who themselves dream of their own saving grace
From love and life to more than the fights
I will wait for love until it hits my bones again
My heart has been shattered and my bones remain angles dust, falling from the farthest stars away
My dreams repeat themselves and don’t allow me to sleep at all
The nights turns to black and covers my dark heart, nd all the love I hide from everyone

Those green eyes I needed, more than ever, but I shouldve known the feelings I felt would not be mirrored in her heart.
I am sick of the shame of failing
And for you I have failed so many times that everything is starting to die
I am so bad at writing that I can’t even name my own poems anymore
Destiny is fading and failing and it seems it is not even real anymore
Just a dream that was love and that seemed to fail along with the rest of my hearts feelings
My heart is not a puzzle, its four chambers blood and muscle
But you make it out to be so much more

The mirrors hide how I really feel
No one would ever know
But tomorrow I am here to tell you that I see myself in the way that you used to see me
But you don’t care any more
I am fading and falling back into those patterns of self destruction that lead me back into the hole of darkness
It seems that loves fire has blinded my eyes of everything that I thought I loved
The days today seem only to pass and not be spent but every growing hour I write more and more until I realize it is pointless
Your bright eyes used to be as bright as the suns rays but it seems that they are nothing to me anymore, not the light I follow or the light that ignites my heart to beat
It seems that love has torn us apart

— washing tears, Sep 03, 2007

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Region, Country: sandusky, ohio, USA

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IKnowNoBox

18 years 8 months ago

as promised I am back First ? The Title ?

A poem that will bring you much to see,and review behind,and show others , you as you edge forward ,and onward with a brutally treated heart soon to heal with the application of poetic salve ,the same heart that sadly learned, that which it does not need ,there is a difference between" what we so want", and what we so need. "the right thing" always seems to get us when it the hardest when it leaves......wow did I just say that ? Hmm 'scrapes of others '...That is refeshing...(.drifts to deep thought.) I will stay tuned to you poet. In ink, David
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

similar comment

could you break it into veres? Would make it so much easier to read. cheers, Jess
washing tears

washing tears

18 years 9 months ago

it was in different versus

it was in different versus but when i put it in the browser it deleted them, even when i go to edit it, it shows the spaces so i am confused on how to fix it. thanks, washington fear
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

Formatting can be difficult on this site

Just a little bit of HTML can help, coming from someone who is HTML illiterate, I just copy and paste the code for line breaks. It is not the site builders fault, they restricted complex HTML in order to stop people posting garish flickering annoying shit. There are also filters to stop some of the BS code that comes with MS Word, try copying it into Notepad then copying that into the site. Works for me. cheers, Jess
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DDCdogood

18 years 7 months ago

Poems Name Themselves, Usually!

The naming shouldn't hurt. The pain is in the way. I felt this depth in your words, let them give you strength. [I have fallin' in and out of Love before.] Your heart is lamenting now and that is normal. Grieving is highly personal, falling out of Love is like, having someone die. The heart is trying to heal. I think us men, think we can take the situation apart and fix it, cause that's what men do. Logic needs you more than you need more logic. Hang in there, it will get better. I would be remiss if I didn't ask you, about this title. It seems familiar. I am one-third Cherokee and my grandfather is from Aurora, Missouri; just thought, I'd throw that out there. He was the chief of the tribe, last name Cloud. Anyways remember you are not alone, in this. Others are reaching, all you have to do is, let someone give you a hand. Here's mine..... Peace DDC P.S. Check some of my stuff, alot of it, is on this very subject.
washing tears

washing tears

18 years 6 months ago

the title

well the title had no hidden meaning, it was the first line backwords, i was just trying to toy with it a little. this poem is from a while ago and i took alot of different lines and titles from my previous writings and just put them all together and mixed it all. it was a confusing process that i recently duplicated with only lines, the outcome was amazing i have yet to place it on this website tho. thankyou for all the time you have spent reading this i will look into some of your writing. thankyou washington fear