REGRET

I can tell the world its a mistake,

a one time thing I fear not, nor regret.

But the truth is like the shadow that follows me,

dark and brooding but gleaming who I am.

Yes it was a mistake.

A fault that I will spend all my life, 

remembering in detail.

If given a chance,

to go back or rewind.

I would have put right that decision,

that ruined my life.

Who knows when you look at someone,

the pain they bury,

the weight they carry.

Its a facade, this world,

that has crushed my insides.

I smile, but I scream.

I laugh but I cry.

No matter how much I try,

i cant stop the buzzing in my ear.

the feeling that arises,

when i lay awake all night.

You are my regret,

my never ending guilt.

And that is the truth,

that I cant put right.

Pic by: lord-kevinx.deviantart.com 

STARS

She sat beneath the stars,

her voice drowned by the infinte emptiness.

She held out her hand in her prayers,

only to find the empty space above her.

Her isolation meant loneliness,

Her imperfection meant desperation.

Did she deserve the pain of her past?

Or the sorrows of her present?

Did she deserve to cry herself to sleep,

in hope of seeing something different.

Recounting her entire life in her head, 

her eyes failed hide the days that seared her.

The pain. . .

The humiliation. . . .

The torture. . . 

They said she was deluded,

and she wondered why?

Wasnt everyone everynow and then little bit insane.

How many people make peace with their reality?

And how many of us actually keep in the corner of our mind,

the hopes and dreams we had cherished.

How many of us look at things the way they are,

and want it to change?

She looked up at the stars again,

so are we all deluded then?

Pic by Purgatoric life - Deviant Art

10 Things I hate about You

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close.

not even a little bit.

not even at all.

This is one of the best poems from one of my favourite movies.. I was watching it lastnight and thought of blogging it. And then there is heath ledger... *sigh*

Reality Bites

It hurts you so much,

to lose the only good you own.

It hurts even more,

knowing its all gone.

but not once did you hate it.

even after what it did.

it only taught you some shit.

Reality really bites.

(this is my first poem, so I cant help blogging it everytime :).. )