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MUCH more will be added in the next couple of weeks to those.MY POEMS INSPIRED BY ROSE: So Close, Yet So Far Away
Lone
Terrified
Wasn't Meant to Be
You're There
Another Depressing Day
Inside
Gravity of Fate
Pain of Death
Nothing
A Prayer
A Window
So Close, Yet So Far Away It is my fault that I don't tell you the truth but it's painful waitin I'm too shy
To say I love you.
I'm too depressed
To tell it to you.
I've told you of my pain, my secrets
You've given me beautiful compassion.
But do I always need to be depressed
To receive this kindly fashion?
You will never understand
How it feels to be left alone, dying.
While I sit in my room over this matter
Sitting, weeping, crying.
You will never understand
The pain I go through each day.
While I sit alone waiting for your response
Knowing that you're so close, yet so far away. Jon B Ross Lone My prayers have yet to be answered I've been taken by a hand
Down a long path of dark stairs
To a world where life is cruel
To a world where no one cares.
It gives me great despair
Crying for hours at a time
Thinking of the days when people were sweet
Remembering when it was sublime.
My soul's been cracked
Into pieces dead on the floor.
I'm with my soul, lying there.
Feeling like a disposed apple core.
As I stay there
Like I've been murdered inside
I hope the moment never ends
So I never have to face what's outside. Jon Ross
Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Terrified I feel like the helpless animal
In front of a car, so fast so bright.
I see your face, your capturing brown eyes
Shining blaringly, like a clear starry night.
I freeze there
Melt into oblivion with my fright
I view you fly away, happy
Like a stringless kite.
I want to catch up to you
Tell you of my plight
I triumphantly rise, confidently
Just to realize that you're out of sight.
I understand you have conflicts
But I will always try, with all my might
To conquer this fear, this phobia
Of facing the agonizing light.Jon Ross
Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Pain of Death Terror and fear
Lurking through their dark brown eyes
Horror patronizing soul
Of death's strong griphold
I watch the gooslings
Mourning over their loss of one
Completely sessile in the rain
Through their deep agonizing pain.
Realizing here
How much I meant to the world
After greuling months of believeing
My life was meaningless, deceiving
I asked myself
If I died on that lonely day
Would the world cry too?
Something I never imagined they would doJon Ross Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Wasn't Meant To Be Life Can Be So Cruel
There's no use crying over this
Over something that maybe wasn't meant to be.
There's no use dying in bed
Over a wish that can't come true.
I may pray
I may hope
I may rise to the occasion
But I'll fall flat on my face again.
I'll die in my room again
Over something that wasn't meant to be. Jon Ross
Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross You're there The dedication is obvious You make the sun come out,
Even at the darkest of times.
Your sympathy and care for me gives hope,
At the worst points of my depression.
No matter how much I believe that the world Hates me,
That no one in this damn town cares,
I know there's someone only miles away, who
Cares.
I would do anything for your kindness.
For it will remain in my treasure chest
Among the most valuable of belongings
Forever, and for all the world to see.
But you will never know
How I feel.
Look into my depression beaten eyes sometime,
And talk.
Not just a "hey",
That will make my day. Jon Ross Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Another Depressing Day That song is Rose by A Perfect Circle, Like an epiphany in my brain
I cried myself to sleep
Listening to that song again.
The one I sing softly
When I'm alone.
I wished I didn't weep
But I couldn't help it
It was such a lonely day
Dying all alone.
Am I a creep?
Do I deserve this temperment?
Looking at the world through my
Watery eyes.
Do I deserve to die, God?
What is my fate?
When the music plays loud, God,
It is my escape. Jon Ross
Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Inside Help Me Conquer The Fear of Talking To You I can see
Something inside of you
That you don't even
Know you have.
I know you well
Though you think it's not true.
We can both live together
Happy and alone.
When I see
The perfect time to portray
All my thoughts and feelings you need to know
I lie there dead, thinking.
Thinking and hurting
Of how you can find me
As amazing
As I find you.
If I could only talk to you. Jon Ross
Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Gravity of Fate I walk behind you
Waiting for the perfect moment
To dignify that I'm behind
Dignify that I exist.
My mouth opens and my lips move
Praying that fate won't ruin this moment
But I remain without words
Speechless, silent, lifeless.
As you turn the corner
My head falls into my hands
And I keep moving, but like a falling flower spiraling down
Not knowing where I'm going to go.
To cry, to weep, to sob over my loss
Another day too shy to speak. Jon Ross Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross A Prayer
I never write poetry without blasting the song Rose by APerfect Circle God, I need enlightenement
'Cuz I'm behind closed doors
Afraid and alone.
God, I need excitement
'Cuz my life's been all drying tears
To shed a tear, to cry a moan.
God, I need a savior
'Cuz my life needs it, and
I've been praying but I've gotten none.
God, I need her.
'Cuz she's what's missing
In my shattered and broken soul. Jon B Ross Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross Nothing The guitars scream
His helpless, pretty cry
The violins entrance
I learn my self by asking why?
Why is the world ugly?
A bare desert of blank, nothingness
But why, is there a circle of beauty
Inside and out, of that tight membrane.
In may not be
Such a pretty face
But it's my symbol of life
My symbol of Death
Why do I sit?
I watch
The Perfect Circle of Beauty.
Why do I weep?
I pray
To the
Nothing AirJon Ross Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross A Window I feel like there's a window
Between us now
I can see you,
Outside amongst the pretty wild
But of course you don't pay attention
To what's inside.
You don't know I'm there
Crying inside
Although I watch
Beauty unfold.Jon Ross Copyright ©2001 Jon Ross ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
