| My Poems... |
| Innocence; tis a lovely thing, But horrid whence is shattered. Where once was pleasure, now placeth pain, Shall always incinerate false love's gentle breath To turn it into a pain that I must bear. |
| Changing Tides Black seas carry mysteries Most would care not to think of. Silver knives, lonely lives, Dark paths not seen above. But in the end, they always do, And fear for all lives but that of you. Eventually swept out, Never cared about. So I sink and wait in vain For the tide to go in again. |
| The Chooser Calling voices show me choices, Escape, or breath? Life, or death? If I choose, would I confuse My mind; keep, or lose in eternal sleep? Evermore, nevermore, Seashore, lovelore, Not a care, so unfair, Be in any thought, my going brought. Dance Macabre, my only sob, And the voices with the choices, Now stand frozen, For their chooser has chosen. |
| Perfection of the Damned Soals of the Damned Cannot compare To the perfectionist's mask That she does wear. Self inflicted pain From self-inflicted striving. Such a costly face worn so cheaply. Suffocating, hardly surviving. Life draining away, Pleading for perfection of the Damned. Damned if you do, Damned if you don't. Out of life's promice was she shammed. A colorful shell flying high, The essence weighted with an inundating presence. Failing one last time, She achieves perfection of the Damned; Knowingly accepting without a wince. |
| In darkness do I live my life, I pulled myself in that abyss. No will left to face the strife, My sanity I dearly miss. A painful burden do I bear, I know it very well, For I myself placed it there, My strength it seeks to quell. No power to go on, No wish to go on, A temptation for life eliminated, A life that has been desecrated. |
| Anger burning deep inside By the promise of a babe I must abide Stomach crawling with the thought No relief for which I've sought Nothing more than to be free Far distant wish I long to see Tears find no tracks along my face Against their brashness must I brace They've grown a very bitter child Whose heart and soal not meek nor mild A delicate existance perches there But rose-colored glasses do they wear There shall be freedom, peace, and love In a time so distant and far, far above |
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| Forbidden goods I must not touch I long to tease, I want so much. I long to feel, to touch, to fly. But when I left, this love, 'twould die. I have no right, he is not mine. There is no contract I would sign. This playful flirting that I make, It's empty my heart's not at stake. A pure existance soiled by me, At first I love, but then I flee. A heart of stone inside myself, The soft is high up on a shelf. A happy bond with me, you say? No- Love's with me a bad chiche. |
| Building brick by brick, Taking pain by pain, Moving up, falling down, Will I rise again? Finish it up quick now, Then sit back and wait, Now you cry, and you bow, Is this all, my fate? |
| I'm falling through the depths of life, And walking now with pain and strife. The higher up, the further down, I still have more to hit the ground. I'm falling still, and fading fast, Through all this torment, will I last? |
| A painful lesson that I learn My normal self I can't discern In my mind my thoughts do churn And in my heart my feelings burn The court of life, let me adjourn |
| Madness Come Feel the madness, Hold it tight. Weep not now, But in the night. None to see me, None to care. Madness come, There's more to bear. |
| I feel the madness catching me From it's grasp I cannot flee I try to keep my life in line But on this path I see no sign I try to juggle but I fail I know I'm off the beaten trail I feel abandoned, yet held close Oh, so smothered- an overdose Lord, lead me not to temptation But to where I've elation |
| In Truth In truth, yes they love me. In truth, yes they care. But in truth, can they say Their love equally they share? More caring, forgiveness, And trust does there lie In that one that they think More precious than I. In truth, yes I love them. In truth, yes I care. But in truth, can these feelings Over bitterness stare? |
| Promises, promises, Where did you go? Far away, fast away, Deep down below. I stand on my own now- I must to survive! Depend upon others? Ha! I leave 'lone to arrive. Not now, maybe later. We'll go sometime when you're older. Every day, every night As I grow just a little colder. |
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