Writers unite!!

[Ian O'Shea]

I write poems sometimes and thought it would sorta fun to share some of them. A deep darkish depressing one is:


I'll never fully heal. Day after day, I fall deeper in to the abyss of depression and sorrow tha surrounds me like a crowd of determined fans. I cant't climb back up the walls that encase my mind, for the are slick with failed attempts to just be NORMAL. Everywhere I look, I see my friends and family happy and proud of me, but I can't pull myself out of the chains that bind me to the terrible truth behind the curtain of hurt and lies. I'm afraid to go to sleep, for what awaits me is a shadow of my past that's there to haunt and toture me until I sumbit and remember every last deatail of my gruesum past. I wonder if one day, I might not surface from the water that choke the life from what's left of my abused heart.


hmmm now im depressed. What are some of your poems?

[Wanderer O'Shea]

People love, corpses rot,
the people become the corpses.
An empty shell, ripped out by love,
broken to pieces, without trying.
Love is deadly, maybe it's just me,
am I afraid of it? I laugh and deny it,
because I know that, love without a cure,
is a deathly poision.
I cry, I love you so, but if you use me,
then my body will fade and become a empty corpse.
Filled with pointless emotions.
Rotting away, from what I once was,
do you want me to become, that corpse?
The only thing left, is to trust you,
if you break my heart, I know my friends,
will be there for me.
Waiting for the perfect moment,
and swoop in and save me from your devil like claws.

I wrote that a while back...

[Ian O'Shea]

Why do we love love so much when it never did us any good,
We love love for the fun of it, or just because we know we could.

But the question is, why do love hate us,
I always said, ' It's better love than lust.'

Love hates us because we never show ownership,
We just see each other as friends, we don't even see a relationship.

Love doesn't hate us, it's just we abuse it so,
Because once love is given to us, we don't want it anymore.

We do love love, and love loves us too,
Love is just tired of the different ways it's used.