I wanted to share some of my poetry. I'll only post a few now. Feedback is muchly appreciated. :)
This is from about a year ago:
Beauty in the Snow
I cry for the moon,
As the daylight melts its’ glow
Padding lightly through
The hushing blankets of snow
The aftermath is silent,
As if all the world had gone,
The rushing wind is violent,
As I trudge the lands’ frozen breast,
The wintry tundra suits me,
A cold, fragile world at rest
Locked away from the sorrow,
And maybe tonight,
In the minutes before tomorrow,
I will find escape from my plight,
Looking out upon the barren land,
A place that no fool would stay for long,
I find comfort in my decision; most unplanned,
In desolation is where I belong,
To relinquish all I’ve grown to hate,
I will live in solitude, a life of ease,
This is my decided fate,
To die among this wintry freeze
An elemental kinship
In a world that lacks in love,
I have lied my whole life for you
And you left me, detached me,
And in seclusion, I found my love,
Wandering in a pensive daze,
I found loneliness,
The dark pit that saved me
Perpetual grieving
In its permanence, constitutes love,
Near selfless dedication
It is my mystical illusion,
My elemental kinship,
Made to deny you your amends
I will not grieve for you,
I simply deny you
Each breath abandons me further,
As you did, with every day,
Isolating me,
And if I were to be grateful,
You would sicken in your madness,
And I would be grateful,
Our solitary accomplishment,
Disdain is our only escape
Within it,
Yet missing from this world,
My soul is marred
And its graffiti
Has been left to claim my body,
Set in the skin that harbors it,
My heart has been forgotten
Left to hibernate,
Away from the cold,
Unyielding winter of this world
It is less the sorrow within,
Than the atrocities without
That repel me
And I sense more than I know,
That in denial,
Is the only way to live
Well, I have a TON more. But I won't post them all now. Don't want to overwhelm the thread (if it hasn't been done already). Sorry.
Here's the last one I'll post for a few days:
The Night
Dusky gray surrounds me,
A solitary figment in the silence,
The calm seeps into my conscious mind,
While panic still raids elsewhere.
All alone again,
Nearly non-existent
I can feel the shroud about me,
Separating me from the rest.
Frigid gloom is
A tight shadow about me,
A weight that reminds me not to give up,
This life will not betray me.
The night reminds me of freedom,
The solidarity of abandoned memories,
An understanding that I wish not to have,
The understanding that brings me back to you.
Just under the skin,
An inch below the pain,
Freedom rests,
Only moments of it,
But moments of clarity,
When she can almost recognize herself,
Can almost breathe again
Just under the skin,
Taken by a gentle tide
A lullaby to unheard cries,
Encouraging her demons
So that they might find their way out,
So maybe they will hand her to sleep,
Stretch it out,
So that her moments might be savored
Understanding
Between two souls,
One blood flow
To relate two lives
I see you.
I hear you.
Let me help you.
Your Lullaby
I force my eyes to close me in,
A dark shelter waits, willing to evaporate.
I’m suspended here for you,
And I think today, I’ve seen enough.
Find your own way out
Heavily, I walk away in tears,
An angry specter,
Despising you
Wondering if you will die,
When I leave you behind
I force myself to help you,
And forgive you all your wrongs,
I wait for the day you realize,
That your infancy consumes me,
I’ll not coddle you this time
Horribly, I wonder in tears,
If you will survive my neglect,
Will the worst become of you?
I fear that it will, and I’ll allow it,
For I expect it less painful than this.
How peaceful is the night,
In its mystery,
And gentle sparkling
Cloaking its’ surveyors,
In a shroud of nothingness
An anonymity that allows,
For an aria of joy and sorrow
To be chanted, screamed, and poured
In openly flowing tears,
That catches starlit sparks
How peaceful is the breeze,
That dries the salty streams,
And the crescendo of night things,
Come to lull the pain away
To accompany the melody,
Of one shadow of nothingness,
One anonymous soul,
That cries and chants and screams,
And asks dolefully of its world,
To understand,
And to sing along
Impulses
There was a time when I would pray,
For him to take the fear away,
To calm my tears and hold me,
As if he could set me free,
But now I know that it's my job
To fight away the sobs,
To break the demons holding me,
Deny their will for me to bleed
How will I calm my shaking hands?
When impulses are unplanned
When they reach for shiny tools,
It is not I who broke the rules...
Parts and Pieces
Infected
Imperfect,
Parts and pieces
Jostling my insides,
Wrestling in my head,
Breaking me apart
Don't patronize me,
I'm the one who loves you,
Are you so unaware?
Infected
Imperfect,
Parts and pieces
Raking through my troubles,
Brushing out the bones,
Consciously forget
Don't ignore me,
I'm broken just like you,
Are you so unaware?
My mask is a beautiful one, without cracks it lies
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Under the bed.
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Really like them sweetheart, very emotional, you have a beautiful raw talent (: especially liked Parts and Pieces and Understanding. Keep it up poetry is the living breathing soul that lubricates the mechanics of the literary world. xxxx
Everyday i plant this plastic smile on my lips,,
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This is my life. Georgia is my little sis :) Becky is my Twin x
Sammy=awesome to the frigging max. Watchers council and scooby gang extraordinaire, my Buffy buddy love.