The Forgotten - part 9

A sliver of silver light
shining forth from beneath the drawn blinds.
Furious typing echoes out into the night.

A spark of life
flaring forth from within.

Slowly, surely.
Something will change
as things always do.

Inside
the insomniac fights on
his wish to live
and he lives to wish
Forever.

Tender

"Walking her to the tram stop."

Self sacrifice, or some other reason?
I'm pretty sure we know the answer.
Or we think we know the answer.

Sometimes it's the little things
which divulge the bigger secrets.
Every unexpected decision
every non-random move
they give away the thoughts within.

No matter how much the two of you deny, I wish you luck.

The Forgotten - part 8

Night.

Time of the great silence
the unknown lurks around.
Watching, waiting.
Anywhere, everywhere at once.

Unforgettable, the things that stay with us.
The good times, they pass too soon.
The bad moments, they stick
and haunt our dreams.

I do not fear night.
Stronger in the darkness,
my dreams take shape.


The Forgotten walks again tonight.

The Forgotten - part 7

He wakes
alone in the dark
silence washes over him.

It is bliss
the welcome quiet
after an evening of noise and anger.

Clouds scud across the sky
blotting out the silver moonlight
blanketing the houses below.

This is what I like
Just let me be.

The Forgotten - part 6

The abyss looms
deep and dark.
I peer inside
feelings welling from deep in me.

The love once budding
cut by shears,
sharp and bright.
The trust once given
now crumpled and cast aside.

From the darkness
A light beckons
From within
Forgiveness waves hello

I crave solace.
I hunger for release.

"Just let me go."

The Forgotten - part 5

He walks again, amongst the living.
He's next to you, but you don't feel him
until you need him.
By then, he's miles away, seeking acceptance
forever trying to fit in.
Like a key bent out of shape
by some malevolent force.
He is desperate,
but few will stop to help
for he is but another oddity
in their minds.

When will he find solace?
When will he find acceptance?
When will he be satisfied with his life?

When will he find himself?

Sunday

It's that day in the whole week where nobody shouts if you sleep in.

It's that day when your friends tell you, "Not morning please, I'm busy."

It's the last day of the week, when you curse and say, "Back to serious stuff tomorrow."

Forever

I will say this for the last time, before my friends ask me to shut my gob for good.

EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER FOR ME TODAY!

Got that outta my system now, so that's good. Bloody tired after barefoot volleyball, dodgeball and random chasing around Flagstaff Gardens.

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I'm being coerced into finding a job for winter. I know it's a decent idea to work during winter, but I still feel it's the kind of jobs I'm being asked to apply for that turns me off. Argh.

Well, then it's time for me to find solace in poetry.

There's no reason
There's no point
There's already the best one in front of me

Why do I search so hard?
Why do I look so far?
Why do I wonder what they think of me?

Nobody but you will do
Nobody else will be you
I think of you forever more
You're that shining one
In my dreams

Forever and ever
you'll be there for me
always in my heart.

Forgotten part 3

if i were to disappear for a day or two
i wonder
what my friends would do
or what they'd say

since i'm invisible
they might not know to ask
"what's wrong?"
or
"what's the problem?"
i don't wear my heart on my sleeves
so nothing is apparent

but when you're the one suffering in silence
nothing is fun
the day is gloomy
the day is gone
ice forms in your heart and mind
you'd snap at anything that talks to you
or you'd just snap without warning
and rampage through whichever unfortunate
soul standing in your way

Forgotten part 2

i am still the Forgotten.

know that well
for what you do shapes me
and who i'll be

i'm still gonna be around
to listen when you wanna be heard
to help when you're in trouble
to cheer you guys up when everyone's down.


but i'll raise my question now:

who's gonna be there
to hear me out
when i wanna be heard

who's gonna be there
when i need help

who's gonna be there
to cheer me up
when i'm down

tell me
tell me now
tell me if you know
tell me if you can
tell me if you will
and just...
tell me all i wanna know

for i am the Forgotten
but i want to be remembered.

Forgotten part 1

I am the Forgotten.

But that doesn't make me forget people
nor does it make me ignore people.

I know people forget about me easily
but I'm still here.

I'm still gonna be around
to listen when you wanna be heard
to help when you're in trouble
to cheer you guys up when everyone's down.

Even when you don't see me
even if you don't hear me
even if you don't know it

I'll still be here.