Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  22-November 00:02:36 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
 Reference
· Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Resistance of thought

Contributed by chrismahoney on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 09:46:48 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems




Sitting here in self inflicted loneliness in a once crowded room,
Swinging on an old wooden chair listening to the voice of doom.
Whispering Evil thoughts, my throat fills up, I can barely breathe,
Taunting madness, bloodshed wishes that my mind is unwilling to conceive.

Would my heart be easily won by evil that brings me my dreams of new life?
Or would my heart battle and protect my soul from drowning in this strife?
Dooms cold hand is placed on my right shoulder, telling me Im his friend,
all you need to do is pull that trigger and all this comes to a sweet end

As I look around this blood drenched room, praying that theres another choice,
My care decreases, my dreams rekindle, and I can no longer hear his voice.
I stand up and walk through the river or blood, and she looks into my eyes,
Im not going to do to you what I did to the others, I knew that she replies.

Why give up on Love when youve never given it a chance to breathe?
Now, that was a new thought that my mind was willing to conceive.
For all those who have passed, those where I just pulled the trigger and ran,
I confess to all of you Ive hurt that loved me, I have become a new man






Copyright © chrismahoney ... [ 2005-04-13 09:46:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Resistance of thought (User Rating: 1 )
by Artur_Drygalski on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 11:35:45 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I Loved it !! I think the way you took a room to symbolise your mind was a great idea, that way all your thoughts (you, her-(love) and doom-(your old self) ) were linked closely together...intelligent thinking!! I can see that you have broken up with a lot of women when they or you get too close, I like your expression "pulling the trigger" because for me it is a perfect way to say you destroyed what you had, no turning back.
GOOD WRITE :) Keep it up
Oh...and I Love "Lonely Desert"
Will comment a.s.a.p just need to find the words ;)


Re: Resistance of thought (User Rating: 1 )
by chrismahoney on Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 11:48:30 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I'd like to thank you Artur - I never thought anyone would know that "she" - without a capital 'S' would understand that I wasn't talking about a figurative person, and thank you for your comment - will look out for your stuff - OH - and welcome to YPDC

See you :)




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com