All I Have Given

All I Have Given

Grains of sand that fall,
Creating a mound within the glass,
Golden yellow, growing from a stream from above;
The stream stops, and then my world is turned upside down,
It begins once more.

Blue within me, red out of me,
Flowing through tunnels red and blue,
They stretch for miles and can circle the globe;
Yet I am only metres tall,
Filled with the crimson essence of life.

Salty and flowing out of me,
From globes that allow me to see you,
The essence of sadness;
The symbol of my misery and solitude,
It is always dripping down my face when I think of you.

Words from my mind,
I tell you how I feel in different ways,
Love, hate, affectionate, irate;
And the many other words that spring to mind when I think of you,
My mind, my creativity.

All my dreams and who I am,
The moments I spend thinking about you,
My very heart and soul;
And all that is within it,
Is just another item on the list of what's yours.

All of this is yours,
Yet you just throw it away,
You don't care for me anymore,
Not when you have your arms wrapped around her,
This is all I have given;
Though I'm sure I have given more,
To the one who would rather just disregard it like some unidentifiable thing,
Left to rot in a corner of a dark room.

Why, I Ask Myself

Why, I Ask Myself

I feel like nothing but a great husk of misery,

Even though I should feel joy,

You are cheerful to be where you are now,

Though I have been left behind;

And left with tears running down my face,

With streams of blood running from open wounds,

Oh the joy, so wunderbar,

You have left me open like a cut.

I should be happy for you,

But I ask myself why I’m not,

I look upon you as der schwein and der hund

Because you have left me kaput;

Why, I ask myself, do I feel so guilty,

The pain is my pleasure when I’m not yours,

And yet I feel like a disgrace,

I still consider you mein meister.

Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,

Allow me to be yours and we can be together,

But you were taken away from me;

It will take time for the wounds to heal.

Why, I ask myself, do I care so much,

Eight weeks is not enough to feel such love,

And yet I do, my will to be with you is stronger than my will to live;

But what is living if I don’t have you by my side.

I, Frostfyr

I, Frostfyr Shaun Welsh

You froze my Fire,

Stopped me from burning,

You made me into the thing

I have always been-

You made me Frostfyr,

Filled with a hatred seething;

And an icicle gaze.

We had better days,

Until you hurt me,

You would be amazed about how I truly feel,

But what’s the point in feeling for you,

If all I feel now is nothing but hate,

Misery filled with tears; and

The cold feeling of crimson drying on flesh.

From the beginning I had these fears,

That all my effort would mean nothing to you.

I loved you with zeal,

And now I have wounds that won’t heal.

I’ve always called myself Frostfyr,

And over the years I’ve never been much of a crier,

But you made me into what I am now,

All because all my effort didn’t even get me a date,

I tried hard, I burned for you,

I suppose I still do,

Looking within me I can feel the burning,

But now my burning is a loving hatred,

Hoping you pay for what you did,

It may sound cold,

Maybe it sounds callous,

But my feelings have already been told,

I wish you… you turned the we into us,

And I hope in the end,

You get hurt, and cry on the shoulder,

Of the one who would have called you,

Boyfriend.

You would have been my first,

It would have meant everything to me,

I feel like I am cursed,

I just wish you could see,

See how much you mean to me.