Will You?
Will you all now listen to me?
Now,
that I have killed my dreams and done what you wanted
Will you let me be Me?
Now,
That I cannot face myself
Will you ever ask me what happened
Now,
As I lay blackened
Will you ever look me in the eye
Not to pry
Now,
Will you ask me what I wanted
Will you let me go unhaunted
As I ask you today
Will you let me sway away?
From the demons I’ve nurtured
And the dreams I’ve murdered
Feeling ashamed of myself
Not to be blamed for thyself
Will you let me go away?
Categories:
unhaunted, addiction, betrayal, desire, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Flipping through each face, the ghost of my memories and others that came along
The very existence of them all, either torn and worn or fairly pure in my life
Each unhaunted and hidden away from the stolen world of color and beauty
Before there were wars and battles in our heads and hearts, crashing them with lovers and enemies
My world is simply gone, it’s light and variety was drained from my very being and left me cold and unwanted from any who neared
The painting of myself that I was, with each charming hue and tone that drawed people in and watched the coloration of us
We’re all just paintings carved and bonded to this page, and some have the strength to pull out and be their own walking mural
And that strength of mine was killed off, my illustration sliced at and soon vanished into light dust
Leaving me with my snapshots of the world that I left, the warm home I bathed in, and the one I now suffered in
Categories:
unhaunted, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Blank verse
dense clouds cuddle
warm breeze caressing
the
singing river
sky opens in a symphony
tall trees shadowy
wind havocky
haunted valleys
unhaunted spirits
colorful acloves
of love
she hung
copiously
in my withered arms
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Categories:
unhaunted, romance,
Form: I do not know?
I imagined I'd be dauntless-
With a heart that's left untamed;
A mind that's left unhaunted-
And a spirit left unrheined.
I imagined I'd hold to virtue,
And leave myself unnamed.
I thought I'd leave behind-
Without a second look;
Thought this mind of mine-
Would retain information like a book.
Categories:
unhaunted, passion
Form: Prose Poetry