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POETRY | |||||||||||||||||||
Here is a cache of poems that I am actually willing to put out here, this is basically the mediocre poems, good enough to share but not too good to keep to myself. If you want to voice your opinion on them, feel free . . . . but remember that I am one of those over-sensitive girls . . . . so be nice. | |||||||||||||||||||
DISSENTION At the edge of the sea I must decree That the heavens above Have given up on me Within myself, I find The demons no longer mind They've all left me behind Walking along a stream Sitting to wish and dream My mind has overflowed And it seeps out of it's seam Lying in the haze of my room Nothing to claim but ink and a plume The air eluded by a deep gloom I feel the coming of my doom Looking in a double-sided mirror It is all so very clear My anger has been replaced by fear Alone on a desolate hill Without contention, joy, or will My aspiration to this void fill I cry a shattering shrill Gazing at the dimmest star Wondering why from heaven I am so far I think about death because that's what we are And leave my soul for another to mar Jessica Redmond October 1996 TAINT I see red everywhere Is it just me? The babies hearts pumping blood Mockery is crimson, you see I coil around your body Flesh so smooth and fair "I'll take you to another place," I say I see blood everywhere We have run, in our times Far away from what's not real When I see the sanquine drop Passion is all I feel I see red everywhere In my bed, where I rest Blood rushes from my neck And gushes down my breast Awakened by the touch Of a cold and deadly blade I see blood everywhere In this bed that I've done made November 1996 MY LIFE IS OVER (An acrostic) Mine eyes have seen the crucified Yours hath seen the pious Like the dawn I try to hold on to doubt In this retribution Forgiving my sins Even though I do not repent I have seen the day of reckoning, and Sermons of repugnance Only divine love could cure this Veering from the apathy, I take a piece of Ether Relying on the source January 1997 FURY IS A GARDEN Fury is a black, concrete garden An animal frozen in pain My soul turns to stone, my fingertips harden An angel washed away by the rain The eclipse stares at me; blank As though a funeral had just been planned A foul odor, my flesh lay rank My ashes spread across trodden land In the darkess, we cast little Shadows and siloettes become obsolete The truth behind my eyes is just a riddle My experience is burrowed in the soles of my feet May 1997 MEANS TO AN END We twist to the sound of death A bitter silence, leaving pain in it's wake We are one, bound by tethers Of an unrelenting fate Even more enslaved are we By a mutual debt Two sould lost in the abyss Unearthed by kismet A shared infatuation A passion for the unknown When we succumb to the ways of all flesh We will not perish alone In our eternal quest Forever yearning for peace Only together have we found repose Complacency; release Yet we continue our search For immortality Denying the frigid hand of time To sustain our fantasy A means to an end Could subdue our fascination Perhaps we will find permanence At our final destination November 1998 THE WAIT The predator casts a glassy stare to the right Tracing my silhlouette carefully With intensity I slip away Forsaking my identity Familiarity fills this landscape Fragments of the past cloud my eyes Liquid in it's form of rememberance As static graces the celestial skies An exsistence much like any other Yet reveling in exotic plight An impression of a second To mark the passing of day into night Suddenly I regain consciousness Broken is the spell Reflections dance up from the street The rain has finally befell A flood, a recollection, a baptism Once again I wait for a downpour And for the moon to dry my skin When I wash up on the shore March 1999 PLEA FOR TRANQUILITY Virgin love Unearthed by a sky Too benign To pass me by May there be pacifism Whence penance is paid? Is this eternal? Or a light that's meant to fade? In every crevice of Earth Therelies deepest sin Underneath the moon Or underneath the skin When holiness touches down It sinks beneath the sea An erratic reminder Of what we are meant to be I have no halo Just the wounds of the naive With not a word to cling to With nothing to believe Though I stand unchained By my exsistance I am bound To the true treasures Of the peace I've never found April 1999 PRELUDE A chain of skin The sin begins to change me Each face misplaced in the void Their mystery escapes me An open invitation to impress Confess invest and undress Yet I'm subject to this loneliness Confined to darkness Smokescreen lifts, see my design Deep inside a lucid shrine Vigil held on each night divine October 2000 TRUANT OF LEGITIMACY This time away is crushing me I've fallen out and all around Lay myself to rest You know I tried my best Now I trickle below the ground I stand in line for scrutiny A history that's out of step for me My sex is a secret Every day a sacrifice Together we pay the penance Though I've already paid the price Drifting again, losing my senses Leave your hunger at the door Morbid reality and bitterness remains Pouring my lust into the dark October 2000 MASTERMIND Driving force Behind my pretensions Apprehension Has always caught me here Unrelenting fear On your sweet face That lulls me to sleep And makes me wake up almost dying Spiral down into the madness Or what passes for it We don't have time for war, Or for that matter, Contemplation Posses the nothingness for a while Without condemnation I will fly. No longer shall I Perish Silently shrinking from ill morning's light Too blurred to identify The meaning beyond these vauge lies October 2001 CHANGEOVER Engaged to sorrow For ages a conqueror Waging a crusade, slow and hollow Yet rising from the stolid snow A voice I pray to follow Merciless entities Rioting against the girl in me Will ultimately be Annihilated Stalked with their own ammunition Cages created by sheer squalor Engross the consciousness of many others Starved soul brother Depraved icicle mother Will they too invest in bliss? September 2002 |
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