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Nadine Viviers Poem
How do I keep writing when my words have no sense, how can I keep going, from happy to tense, how do I keep going wrong, why does my poem turn into song?
Why do I struggle to fall asleep, why do my words hurt so deep, why does night fall upon me, what is there that I can't see?
Why do demons haunt my dreams, why is life ripping at the seams, why does it hurt to breathe so slow, why does it seem I have nowhere to go?
Why is death always on my mind, why is pain never far behind, why do I struggle to smile so kind, why don't I giggle or laugh or unwind?
Why do I ask all these meaningless things, when tomorrow even no answer brings. Goodnight, poppet, and sweet horror dreams, I know you'll hear my anguished screams.
Copyright © Nadine Viviers | Year Posted 2016
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Nadine Viviers Poem
In due time, I still believe your heart will be mine. But it is hard to keep trying, When each approach fails, and I feel like dying. Yet I cannot give up, for giving up means to die, and I am far yet, from such cry.
But I know my words are senseless and dim, and I go out on a limb, when trying to make you see that you are the only love for me. I know the hardships, faced loving you, but right now it is all I want to do.
In a thousand lifetimes, I will still find you, and I hope to prove true. You are scared to get burnt, and left in ruin, but I swore on my life that wouldn't happen soon. For why, break what once was broken?
Why say what once was spoken? This life has gone by, and left us scarred, you too once dwelt in belief that someone cared. But you shut out any feeling, after so much pain, denying access to heal again.
The sad thing is, this confession might scare you away, but I'm really hoping, you'll choose to stay. For you know me, so deep, so well, and in my mind is where you always dwell.
Copyright © Nadine Viviers | Year Posted 2016
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Whispers softly in the wind, stiffling a forlorn cry. Here another soul has come, and now leaves to die.
Broken, shattered, bruised and torn, her mind will never mend. For some sanity she will cry, for help she will send.
She cries in the night, she tries to hold on, but traces prove that her life proves none.
In the darkness, so alone, a broken soul lies waiting. In the echo of the night her heart can be heard breaking.
She tried to hold on, she tried to be unbroken. But with her final air of breath, the last word was spoken.
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She brushed away the fog of dreams, opened the world right at the seams. Stuck her soul into the messy goo, for what else was she to do?
Her heart caught fire in the heat, she feared her right on the marked seat. As she drew close, it burned too hot, for this is where the souls would rot.
Treading back into her own mind, she knew nothing of this kind. Buried her cries of terror and fear, and drew her good memories near.
Lost in despair she tried to hide, to keep what has been seen inside. Wrapped herself in shrouds of fake smile and pretend, for if she let go, it would mean the end.
The power, strength drawn from her core, left her body aching, her soul sore. No one else could ever dare to see, oh what horrors there would be.
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Nadine Viviers Poem
Blood gushes out, freedom at last,
Slitting her wrists has happen'd in the past.
She doesn't know how to stop it,
She doesn't know how to care,
Lately all she does is just sit and stare.
Her mind goes numb, as scarlet stains the floor,
Bloodied handprints now decorate the door.
Falling to her knees, she tries to stop the flow,
But Satan sits there grinning, there's no stopping now.
Heaving deep sighs, she tries to calm down.
But the bigger the stain, the deeper her frown.
She loses her grip, lets herself finally fall,
If only they'd cared, they'd stopped this all.
Satan sits there grinning, for this round he has won,
Her screams for help will never be undone.
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Nadine Viviers Poem
I woke before the dawn, and waited for your call, I felt the shivers on my skin, and I relived it all. The wind howled against the window pane, it damn near drove me insane. For whilst the rain came pouring free, I waited, and waited, just to see. I heard no tide, and saw no you, I didn't know just what to do. As minutes merged to hours, and the time slowly dragged by, I dared a sudden look, I looked up at the sky. I thought I heard your voice, but my mind has long since gone, by this time my morning was done.
The midday sun was bleak, no warming for my skin. I took a chance on friends, dared to let one in. The day was bore 'til eve came by, I almost felt that I could die. But then one came across me, and made me smile, almost made my life worthwhile. I took a glance into the air, I know that you are there. As the night grows steadily cold, my unruly soul now feels old. I miss the times, that we once shared, I miss the us, before you were dead.
Copyright © Nadine Viviers | Year Posted 2016
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Nadine Viviers Poem
When all the fight has left her soul,
Who will ever make her whole?
Who would gather her pieces all scattered?
Who would mend her mind now shattered?
In the death of night, so late and still,
She cries her tears, and tries to soothe her will.
But as the ache slow ebbs away,
She is left alone with another day.
The fight has forever left, her soul empty and sore.
She tried to hold on, but it ripped right out the core.
Silently she tries to hold on, she clings for dear life,
But her will has been broken, as if cut with a knife.
Softly dawn comes, and her day is filled with dread.
For it is in times like these she wished she were dead.
And just beyond the pale blue moon,
She knows her heart will too rest soon.
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Copyright © Nadine Viviers | Year Posted 2017
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