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A son, lost in the darkness, wandering and wondering where has his father gone? Nothing
ahead of him, behind him, or to the sides of him. Where has everyone gone? Blackness is
all that can be seen. After years of searching he finally finds someone. He finds….her.
The darkness is gone now. Everything is bright and clear. Happiness sweeps across him. He
forgets about everything he has ever known. He now knows that he only has to look ahead of
him, not what is now behind him. He now looks forward to the future. He knows that no
matter what happens he can always turn back to her and forget his pains and worries. As
long as she is around, his world can never end. His searching, is over. Dreaming and
waiting for what lies ahead of him.
He was blind until she came along and cleared away the fog. Making the sun shine and
the rain stop. Making all things scary beautiful again.
But he stops and wonders how would his life be without her? Would he still be trapped
in the darkness with no one there with him? Would he still be wandering around, searching?
Still looking back instead of ahead of him? He realizes that yes he would still be
trapped. He would still be searching. Still looking back instead of ahead. He sees the
difference one person can make in someone’s life. They can completely change a life
around. Make it worse, but it his case he was lucky, she made his better.
But what happens when she leaves? Will things stay the same or go back to being the way
they were? Will he see her again? Will she see him again? What will become of this
fantastic world when all the happiness leaves? Sorrow, sadness, and remorse will creep
into his world. Taking away all that is great. He wants her to stay. To never leave. Never
go away. But how can he make this happen? How? He can only think of one way…
“I Love You.”
Form:
sometimes Im not myself
im someone else for a day
where tears flow easily
and anger makes its mark
relationships are hurt
hardships unnumbered
dangeroulsy hanging over my head
by a thin, breaking string
sometimes the string breaks
lands on me in a horrific mess
but i am only human
should i not have the right to cry
to sob to pity myself
noone knows what goes on
in the dark shadows of my mind
the pitch black silence in my dreams
my thoughts my feelings
my nightmares
noone knows the real me
the emotional, pitiful me
the average person cannot catch
the fraudness in my overly happy persona
does not catch the flaws that flow so much through me
how sad my world really is.
sometimes my only refuge is the dark and solem corners of my mind
sometimes sleep is the closest one person can get to death
but i will never know will i
the world is so cruel
but i can be just as cruel
but i choose not to be
instead i suffer
rather than to break free from pain
into slightly shallower waters
take an easy step for once in my life
you say "baby its okay, its gonna be alright, baby, just wait'
but it wont be
never was and never will be
you say "i wish i could make it disapear, i really do"
but where would i be without it?
i would not be human
i would be even more a tragedy than i already am
noone understands me
they say i am the wierdo girl
who sits in the back of the class
writing poetry
as if thats so bad?
its who i am
besides, who are you to judge?
everyone judges you, do you like it?
if you do, your not human
everyone knows that it hurts
thats just the visious cycle of life
Form:
Dead
Yet still alive
Still breathing
Beating pulse
You could call me a living dead
A zombie.
Day by day
Just trying to get through
Sleeping without dreaming
With no promise of tomorrow
But if I did dream it would all be worse
Because I would close my eyes and see your face
And that would not help my condition.
In my world
The sun never shines
Not because it is hidden by clouds, no
It has failed me
Ran away
There is no moon
No stars
Not even clouds
Just a blank white sky.
Numb
I wasn’t happy
Nor was I sad
I wasn’t angry or bitter
Though I was previous to my death
Now I’m just numb
I long to feel something
Anything.
I’ve ran out of tears to cry
I ran out of reasons to smile
Living a life that’s not worth living
In a world where I don’t belong
I don’t fit in
I never will
I’ve always been different
And in the eyes of others
Different is scary.
So I do my best to go unnoticed
It is painfully easy
When your out of the minds of everyone
Easily forgotten
If ever thought of to begin with
If I were to disappear
No one would care
No one would dare cry
It’s a sad fact of life
At least mine.
I’ve been fighting this for so long
I’m beginning to tire of this battle
Oh how I could just give up
Just to rest
Permanently.
I close my eyes
Shut them tight
As I slowly begin to fade away
Leaving the world around me
I open my eyes
To the sun on my face
In the open blue sky
I smile
I’m at peace
I’ll dream a dream that is already coming true
And that dream would be of you
Only to wake up with a promise of tomorrow.
Post Mortem
Did you hear them sing dirge:
When the world comes crashing down on me,
Did you hear those voices across the divide?
A cacophony of tormented brain
All dead and moldy like forgotten bread,
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes;
Their lives begin to wan
As ashes from their burning hemp bush
That is just about what it is,
Their lives nailed with needle and shot away
And all the dark sores,
Spun a tangles tale of million arms
When this madness finally settle like death,
And after all the soaring
High up like a bird,
After all the falling, sprawling supine
And whimpering, eyes dilating,
Groaning like tired door
After all the hours in the back-rooms,
Of walking nights In dark corner streets
Of knives that flash deviance
To stark-eyes victims
The spiting cough from over laboured guns,
All for propitiation for the spirits
Of their consuming gods, After all of these
Someone still got his addict soaking brain splash
Out to foul the air
A tormented, yet a nice sleep.
Then commence that shout across the divide,
Help! Liberate this soul from
That which diminishes
From this quagmire, the deadness;
Of imprison moments.
And that is just all
With tip of match sticks
They measured out their life
And got filled up their nostrils
Exploded into the abyss
And a dirge: when the world comes Crashing down on me.
Form:
Where does the mind draw the line
on how much pain it will accept,
How do you know how close you are;
will you be over it in just one more step?
As your mind continues intact;
and you are sure you can take no more,
Somehow it keeps on going;
though you know you are losing the war.
Maybe you've already crossed the line,
you are just so far gone you don't even know;
The world seems so mixed up to you,
so full of tragedy and woe.
Sometimes I think it would be easier,
to cross the line and let your mind be free;
Be in your own special place,
make the world anything you want it to be.
In your own perfect world;
all people would be good and kind,
always willing to help others,
Who find themselves in a bind.
There would be no more starvation in the world;
no more wars would ever be fought,
Children would play with toys instead of guns,
Love, respect and values would again matter a lot.
What a sad world we live in,
Where everyone struggles until the day they die;
Trying to acquire as many possessions as they can,
as if in the end that is what they will be judged by.
Form:
I protect it, i die for it, last in line and first to cry on it, this nightmare, horror swallows this eternity, last in
cage and first to suffer, for the rest of the world to party and drink, gone too far, too heavy the man i hang,
master of horror, lord of darkness, he cage me into nghtmare, droped in the sea of agony, restless, waking up
in fear, screaming, palms sweating, no name for what i created, mind dead for years, eternity of sleepless
nights, grownth for burial, numbered days, none we ask the babylon to fear, mourn the beast out the sky, oh
such a nightmare, red eyes in dark room, dead snakes in bright palace, the house desinerate forever to ashes,
burial of nightmare, scared besides my empty grave, the door is closed, am i alive or dead, my world grow
endless, roads fade to hide, themselfs made a recognition, no one will find them, i cant sleep but my eyes are
closed, cant hide but im inside, heat outside, my flesh burned with no pain, alive now to die morrow, my
world, my nightmare, both mixed to rise hell on my head, clock ticks, nightmare tocks, im awake, sweating
and wanting to hide, i guess one more night of endless nightmare.
Form:
Deep down
Is an eternal fight
Inside I’m fighting
For my life
I feel
In constant danger
Though I’m the one
With all the anger
Upon myself
I inflict the pain
To make the sound
And world go away
Physically I’m here
But I’m really not there
Stuck in fantasies
‘Cause reality is to hard to bear
I’m lost in thoughts
Lost in my head
All my dreams
Are gone and dead
I want people
And the world to go away
To be alone
And get rid of my pain
You could never understand
All the stuff I’ve been through
All the blood that’s dripped like a tear drop in the rain
That would burn right through you
I’ve been touched in private places
With unknown hurtful hands
Tried to cry, plead, and tell a mother
Who never understands
I deny
But I am ashamed
I’m lost and hurt
I feel sad and betrayed
I keep lying to myself
I’m confident, I’m tough
It doesn’t affect me
I’ll never give up
But if only someone
Would see the hole inside
If someone could fill it
And give me some pride
Because I’ve been
Abandon, neglected, and abused
I’m at war with myself
But afraid I will lose
Form:
happiness is something we all want and think we have but we don't because
there is always
going to be something to take it from us. we can always say we are happy but
the truth is
deep within all of us we are never happy. happiness should be something we
feel inside our
hearts but happiness is dangerous because when you have it something will
come and
destroy it and then leave you lying in a pool of your tears and now your heart is
broken. now
your heart is broken and may never heal and there is no force in the world that
can fix it not
even love.where the heck is all the happiness we never seem to be able to find
it but we can
lose it really easily it is as if the world just sucks all the happiness from us like
some kind of
leach. true happiness come when you die for only then do you have no
happiness to lose
you have no heart to break.happiness is fake and if you think you have it just
wait
something will take it from you. i feel for all you people who have had your
hearts broken i
have to.life sucks
Form:
How it must feel to be homeless, all alone on the streets of this world
I ponder this quite often, wondering where I would go if I had no where else to go
Dropping through the cracks of our society into the dark subtext of this world's heart
How would I ever crawl out of such a grimy, jagged crevice back into what I would call life
Protecting myself from the blackened hearts of our populous
Where would I get hope from when the truth is so horrible and lies seems so beautiful
Would I steal for food when I'm starving for strength
Would I kill for security, just to be safe and not for another night weep
I wish not to think about how dark the darkness would grow that's already inside of me
And through my thoughts I find that this world doesn't resemble me
Doesn't value the same moral fiber as I do, doesn't share the same deduction as I do
And I search for why I am here, why I can't seem to survive in this alien world
“God why am I even alive in a world that I'm so different from that I can't survive”
Do you hear it?
that cracking sound,
It's just my heart breaking down.
Did you see that?
that sad broken man,
Who's lost and still not found.
Can you bear it?
this world that's down,
and quickly falling to the the ground.
Can you take it?
this constant feeling,
of joy within a rope and ceiling.
Through these years of pain and sorrow there's one thing i know,
If you take your heart out and parade it on a show,
You will be destroyed inside and feel every blow,
the pain grows on and all you can do is hang in there and watch it,
until that day the pain breaks free and takes you whole self with it,
until that day you'll be in shame and ask your self these questions.
Can you feel it?
that small thing,
that grows into a lonely ending.
Can you taste it?
that sour feeling,
that expands into a world of hate.
Do you hate it?
this constant ringing.
this voice inside wont keep quiet.
Will you stop it?
the final question,
by then it will be to late.
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