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Ok. I thought it's time I updated my journal with my poetry. So I'm gonna post some stuff I have on my the thread for my poetry I have in the guild The Ol' Typewriter. WARNING!! SOME POEMS MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE
My Mind
My mind is a place to fear
It is a place of damnation
A place of death
A place of grief
Through the death and mourning,
My mind is a place to love
It is a place of resurrection
A place of life
A place of peace
But through the peace and healing
My mind is a place to hide from
It is a place of ruthlessness
A place of ice
A place of anger
However, through the ice and the rage
My mind is a place to enjoy
It is a place of beauty
A place of vibrancy
A place of passion
But always through the flame and the heat
My mind is a place to cry for
It is a place of confusion
A place of loss
A place of depthless waiting
Forever and for always
My mind is a place that no one can touch
It is me,
And no one can ever touch me.
They can touch my body
They can touch my soul
But they'll never touch me as a whole
Self-imposed Prison
I'm tired, I'm exhausted
The door is closing, I am trapped
Clinging to me are the vestiges of my soul
But what I will do with it, I don't know.
It seems to me that this world, is safer in my mind
Where I can hold all that is dear forever and for more.
Can it be that I am dreaming,
That this world isn't as I'm seeing?
Or am I just hallucinating, lured by the mirages of my wishes
Is there anything left worth fighting for?
Love, hope, honor?
Or has it all just been washed away?
Can I continue on as I have been, with only my solitude for comfort
Turning in on myself until I am self-contained and alone.
I loathe this place and what it stands for in my eyes.
This place is a prison and my hatred for it, will not be disguised.
So is it right that I retreat,
Abandoning those who reached out to me,
Making my home in the shadows, where I once belonged?
Or has the Light touched me too greatly,
For me to be deceived by the lures of the night?
Broken Wings
[******** these broken wings
I wanted to fly
But these torn and shattered feathers
Only cause me pain
And they bring a tear to my eye
******** those broken wings
I wanted to get away
But I can't leave fast enough
Because I am running from myself
And soaring through the air will
Help me
******** these broken wings
If I can't fly
I'll get over it
I have legs
I will walk
******** these broken wings
I'm tired of them weighing me down
My legs won't carry that dead weight
I no longer have those broken wings
I cut them off
They're no longer a part of me
I got rid of the weight
And I move forward
Into the sun
And now I'm free
Exposed
There's exhaustion in my eyes
Written on my face
There's stress and tension
No mask can ever hide
My body is slumped and weary
Vulnerable and open
No point of protection
I'm scared and wary
I can't hide the sins I've committed
I think they're written in my face
A past so terrible
That I can't hide in sleep
Now I'm hunted
Haunted by what happened before
Things I couldn't control
But now I'm paying for
It's not my fault
It never was
I'm sorry Daddy
I promise I'll be a good girl
Don't yell at me,
I didn't do anything
I'm sorry Daddy
Stop screaming at me
I did every chore you every said
Daddy don't yell at me
I'm sick of this
I was never sorry
Goodbye, Daddy
See you in the afterlife.
Blind, Deaf, and Bored
I stare at the blank piano keys
Searching for something for my fingers to dance to
But as I sit and wait for song
I soon begin to understand
The music has left me
I stand in a brightly colored room
Waiting for something so my voice can rise through
But I stand for far to long
I soon begin to comprehend
The music has left me too soon
I sit in front of a dusty old keyboard
Hoping for something for my mind to digest and chew
But while I sat I noticed something wrong
I soon began to feel my muse ascend
The words are there, but they're hardly roars
I stare at blank piano keys
Struck by music and my fingers are dancing too
I waited for the song
And I finally understand
The music is there, for the world to see
I just couldn't hear it.
Tisiphone's Despair
I'm at a loss for what to do
Didn't think I'd get over you
I moved on I live my lie
But I miss you, Death.
At a loss for words
Don't really know what to say
Everything's so inadequate
These phrases I utter
At a loss for what to see
There's no beauty
No bloodshed
No blossoms caught in red
At a loss for what to hear
No operatic music of screams to my ears
No battle cries of bravery
Only gunshots and explosions
At a loss for what to feel
I cannot touch the mortals
Cannot touch my own sweet sword
Of vengeance and justice that I wreak
I'm at a loss for what to do
Didn't think I'd get over you
I moved on I live my lie
But I miss you, Death.
This time, I speak only truth.
((Tisiphone is one of the Furies. This all was inspired by the novel written by David Weber,"In Fury Born", it's a great book. Read it.))
 crypticxguide · Thu May 03, 2007 @ 03:37pm · 0 Comments |
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