Not all is what it seems

by Nicholas Kerst   Nov 30, 2004


Eyes shut,
But I can’t fall asleep,
Airs cold,
But I feel so much heat.
Full house,
But I feel so alone,
Hateful family,
People call this a home?
Music blasting,
But I can’t hear a thing,
Objects in my room,
But I own nothing.
I can kill myself,
But I wouldn’t rise above
I see you in front of me,
But I feel no love.
Trusting friends,
But I’ve said so many lies,
Miss many people,
But that doesn’t mean goodbye.
Believe in heaven,
but I don’t believe in god,
Hate seafood,
But I still eat COD.
I have a conscience
But i never regret,
I have a mind,
But I always forget.
I am very strong,
But I wouldn’t hurt a soul,
I have a heart,
But its dark as coal.
I read all the time,
But I can’t retain a word,
Many people listen,
But I am never heard.
I believe in many things,
But none of it exists,
The wound is gone,
But the pain persists.
I write all the time,
But not only about me,
I hate rhyming,
But I love poetry.
I know where you are,
But I will never find you,
I know you did it,
But I will still as “who?”
The book is small,
But the story’s so long,
I do something nice,
But it always feels wrong.
The lights are on,
But I am still in darkness,
I love her so much,
But each day less.
I am alive,
But to the world im dead,
I write with pens,
But on the paper I found led.
I go to school,
But I am not that smart,
I do group activities,
But I never take part.
I buy dog food,
But I don’t have a dog,
There is a ground hogs day,
But there is no ground hog.
There are tears on my cheeks,
But I never cry,
I’ve never been stoned,
But I am always high.
Don’t care about you,
But I hope your all right,
I hate everyone,
But love someone, I might.
Im beneath a cloudless sky,
But all I see is rain,
Never been hurt,
But all I feel is pain.
I feel the knife,
But there is no blade,
I live in light,
But im always in the shade.
I\'m in perfect health,
But I am going to die,
I never sleep,
Eyes shut, in bed I lie.
I don’t depend on people,
But my friends watch my back,
Best guitarist in the school,
But its talent I lack.
I lost all my memories,
But I know the past,
I won in gold,
But I came in last.
I get away with everything,
But Im not really sly,
Everyone wants me to live,
But I just want to die . . .

Questions or suggestion e-mail me at luver_dumper@hotmail.com

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  • 19 years ago

    by Jessica

    good poety.. verrry gloomy but great talent! cheer up and keep up the good work.