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Clara Mcbride Poem
Dear heart,
Please stop beating your rhythm of love,
It's not healthy to my sanity.
The luster of lies you believe,
Will slowly eat you alive.
Bleed and let go,
Shatter and break for in the morning,
Band aids will heal everything .
Patch worked prices of oneself,
Will teach you it's lesson,
Cut off the ribbons laced with barbed wire,
Sever yourself from the ones you love.
It wasn't meant to be,
For the scars will heal themselves,
The lies have crushed the good in you,
Tainting it with lost pride.
Rip out your memories from the seams,
Dust out your corners of feeling,
Be blind to the things around you.
The arms that comfort you,
Are slowly suffocating your sanity,
The lips that seduced with decadence,
have touched you with poison,
Killing you second by gentle second.
Create a hollowness inside,
To rid yourself of emotion,
The void will be fine.
It wasn't meant to be,
For the scars will heal themselves,
The lies have crushed the good in you,
Tainting it with lost pride.
Rip out your memories from the seams,
Dust out your corners of feeling,
Be blind to the things around you.
Time heals all wounds,
No matter how gaping they seem to be,
Let it fade away,
To breathe once again on your own.
Independence is bliss,
Don't play second best,
Just please stop,
Beating your rhythm of love.
Raise your fist,
Stand up for what's right.
Just admit it wasn't meant to be.
No matter how much you want it,
It will fade away.
The beauty of it all,
Transitions and turns to black,
Let it blow away,
Spread into the sand.
Welcome the wind of change,
Create a new you,
Create a new life,
Where you are alone...
It wasn't meant to be,
For the scars will heal themselves,
The lies have crushed the good in you,
Tainting it with hatred,
Rip out your memories from the seams,
Dust out your corners of feeling,
Be blind to the things around you,
Yes it wasn't meant to be
Copyright © Clara Mcbride | Year Posted 2009
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Clara Mcbride Poem
I have traded in my broken wings,
Replaced them with these shiny horns,
Knocked my dusty halo to the ground.
Lost my love so what's the good in me?
Still crying these tears over you.
They have become acid killing everything in it's path.
Took and washed away every scent of fear in me.
Replaced it by utter chaos.
I am the cause of everything evil.
No more weak and timid,
The suffrage has not broken me.
Just influenced me to be stronger.
Moving on is a disastrous path,
Yet one I will take with full vigor.
No longer will I be carefree.
My indecisiveness has led me here.
Traded my white robe,
For this black leather.
It has became my shroud.
No longer cooperating by your rules.
I have took a stand and make my own.
My twisted and abused life,
I wear with an evil smile.
Romancing with my pain.
No longer afraid of the chance,
That I may die today.
No longer thinking of the we,
That died when you said goodbye.
All my mysteries haven't been revealed.
Seemingly innocent,
Yet you have no clue.
Come give me your lips,
Let me dine on their decadence.
I'll be your vixen,
I'll take your pain,
Always I have played the part,
Afraid this is what I would become.
Yet I love the freedom.
I've busted free from my chains.
Little Miss. Sweet and Innocent,
Has taken her last breath.
She suffocated on all your overlooked chances.
You were my cyanide,
When you left,
I died, picked my pieces up off the floor.
Super glued and taped my hearts content.
Go ahead and use my love against me,
Put yourself in my body like you like it.
I will think of exploring your weaknesses,
Just as you have done mine.
I have rage running through my veins,
A hunger for vengeance,
Yet I could never do that to you.
I'd sacrifice myself first,
Yet I couldn't go on being nice,
When I just get trampled on.
I will no longer be a doormat,
For the people I love.
Didn't shed a tear for me,
Just went on with life.
I cut myself over you for the last time.
The self-inflicted pain doesn't control,
The agony of you leaving.
Down and out,
I have ripped by broken wings from my shoulders,
Bleeding with flesh torn,
I sewed the tender flesh,
With a thorn of love and a thread of self hate.
The horns replaced the halo,
Because I couldn't do anything but hate,
Hate not you but me,
No one cares about me,
Of who I used to be.
I rapidly changed into a vixen.
SOmeone who loves to play,
Yet will never loser her heart again.
Copyright © Clara Mcbride | Year Posted 2009
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Clara Mcbride Poem
I am cowering inside this darkness calling my name.
Echoing into the wind just to chase me.
Someone help me with the creation,
Breathing down my neck.
The chains around my hands simply won't give,
They cut into me with a vengence.
My rage is all I have left in me.
I'll fight to death,
With a sword made of anger and a sheild of depression.
Look into my eyes and see this little girl for what she is.
No longer will I carry your burdens against my skin,
I'll rip it away until nothing is left of me.
The dirty little deeds that you love so much,
Will no longer be contained inside my soul.
For when the morning comes you'll disappear,
Just like a figment of my darkest imagination.
I will no longer be your ballerina dancing to your tune,
Of hate, anger, and rage.
I have created a new place to hide,
Inside this world is where I was meant to be.
Inside this world of fear.
I cower against every strike of your horrid hands,
Break me into the sand,
Yet I will still rise into the wind,
To cut you with my every temptation.
I was looking for my savior,
Instead I found the snake in the grass,
Leading me into a pain that consumes my soul.
Your whispered lies I rip from your smile tonight,
You can't cage a soul refusing to die in your twisted little game.
I have crashed against the shore of hope,
The sand seeping into my heart,
To kill you with your own seed of depression.
Do you like my style,
As I take your everything away.
I won't go through this road of despair alone,
I'll grab your hand and take you with me,
We are going down tonight
Copyright © Clara Mcbride | Year Posted 2009
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Clara Mcbride Poem
I've traded in this white robe of courage,
To sink into the depths of despair.
Forever inside my mind I hold your picture,
It bleeds into the wall of my soul.
Carving my hope into little ribbons,
Made for your decadence.
Sorrow has forsaken me and traded me in the wind.
I've burned into ashes to spread all over your world.
Hold me safe inside your eyes,
Don't ever let me fall into the ground,
For I'll shatter into a million tiny peices.
My hope is resting within your being,
If you leave I would never be the same again.
Crying these bloody tears over you,
Yet I would do it all again just for a chance,
To hold your light inside my body once again.
Remember how your arms feel against my body,
Never let that feeling go away.
For you never know when I will die from my pain.
Chaos will never leave me dieing in the dust,
It just creates a vengence.. a hunger for more.
Even though it is creating a death in me.
I'm happy with one hand in the grave,
As long as you are clinging to the other,
Refusing to let me wither away.
Everything in me has been dwindled away,
Without a thought,
Without a care.
Copyright © Clara Mcbride | Year Posted 2009
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Clara Mcbride Poem
It's the stillness in the night,
That takes my breath away.
A single touch and body's quivering.
A single whisper against my flesh,
Sends me shooting to the moon.
The ecstacy that you give me,
Is the sweetest drug,
Taking the pain away
A numbness to the world around me.
Destiny portrayed me as a sinner,
I'll be the sweetest sin resting in your arms.
No one can compare to the joy,
That I have found inside your eyes.
Go ahead and chase my shadows away,
I'll say I love you in my mind.
Agony is slowly fleeing when you are in my skies
Shine your decadence this way,
I'll show you my soul,
Wrapped in the pretty little ribbons,
Made of a ripped out heart.
Create a subterfuge,
That my meek body can rest in.
It's crazy the depths of feeling,
That your two hands against my body create.
Silence was never meant for me,
I'll scream into the hollow night,
Just to see your eyes.
Forever blind to anything around me,
As long as you are against me.
Hovering softly over my body,
Is the bubble of hope that I cling to.
Inside of me is where you belong.
Just hold me tight and never let me go,
For I'll die in the troubled waters,
That my evil has created.
I give my all to you.
Copyright © Clara Mcbride | Year Posted 2009
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