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A Far Cry

A Far Cry

A Far Cry archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.

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"Note: Im new and this a sper of the moment kinda thing. What is it now, what have I become? I find myself, crawling, picking up the pieces. I dont know what it is. Is it broken, Somethings broken. ..."

"Stop staring Whats the point? Its out of reach What was i reaching for? Stop talking you'll make it worse How can it be worse it can be worse What was I saying? Stop They will stare and laugh who ca..."

"this isnt a poem just something Hands have you ever stopped to think that maybe the hands are more tahn what they seem I think the hands can tell you everything about a person hands are a representat..."

"just shut up, leave me alone. It's all in your head. You're making it up. HELP ME!! stay away. You dont understand, no one understands. SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I dont need help. I can make it. I just nee..."

"If this comes out right it'll be a follow up to my "Hands Thoughts" post MY hands, stained with guilt and memories. bruised and broken. fumbling, franticly, through the broken pieces. trying to pu..."

"Let it burn, It means nothing, I dont care. Let it burn, What does it matter? Nothing lasts. Let it burn, I never cared anyway, Let it burn, to the ground. Ashes, ashes, ashes dry, black. Ashes, blo..."

"Its been so long, so long since ive heard your voice, your laugh. Its been so long since ive allowed myself, to enjoy it without you. Its been so long since i was myself, since you made me who i was...."

"How long has it been, since you decided to leave? You said you thought, that you were better off. But let me ask you something, Did you find what you were looking for? I hope you didnt. I hope you la..."

"I think I spoiled things, I promise i didnt mean to. I thought I had something, but now its buried, beneath the sands, of this endless desert. Tell me I can dig it up, before the malestrom, washes it..."

"Your skin, so soft, so smooth. But what would I, Know about such things, after all, I am a child. A crying child curled with my knees to my chest, in this dark, stained prison. Comfort me. tell me ..."

"What do I do? please tell me. Tell me what im feeling today just like before. Tell me what i think when I get, that feeling in my stomach. Tell me what to do now can't I turn back? What now? Why so Q..."

"AM I here? am i now? What is this thing this thing i call life? How can I prove that I live when I want die. How can i know i exist when all I leave are fading footprints in the sand. Am I alive I wi..."

"Just when i thought that i had a chance. Oh wait. theres my problem, I thought. I thought that i could come close enough, to touch the black wings of an angel, but your still so out of reach. No matte..."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Come Walking back into my life and act like you can play with the feelings I once had. "Still bouncing on bananas?" How original, Fuck you. YOu critise me for who i ..."

"Hi mom, Yeah i knows its been a while whats that? No ma i don't have a place yet but its warm at night yeah i got a job Where? over at the K-art ma no i don't get paid much, but the doc says th..."

"I am a robot, an empty human shell. Whats wrong corey wheres your emotions reach deep and pull them out corey, your on the verge of waking up becoming human unbury what been lost corey. but I want t..."

"Naked, dirty and alone. The flow is soothing. Hearing every drop hit the tub, feeling clean. My heart feeling warm, like the water, at least while I'm here. The hot water is running out, I hardly not..."

"Play. Pluck those strings, one more time. It's so nice, to hear, this tapestry of sound. It echoes, between us. Whisper, to me, please. I long to hear you. Its been so long, and your voice, makes me..."

"Im tired, everything is getting so hard. I just cant seem to keep up. I can feel it slipping , through my limp fingers, falling, breaking. Things always fall apart dont they? Maybe when I wake up tomo..."

"blank.... . . .yes thats it its exactly how i feel Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 11:56 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1"

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