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Ilana Binneman Poem
So many times I visit sorrow.
I gave you my heart to borrow.
I've walked this path too much.
Evil as such.
Horrifying to grasp this love.
Blood covers the sin on my glove.
I feast a lot on pain,
Nothing but rejection to gain.
I love, but not love that should be.
I hide from that evil I so often see.
So innocent from the start.
Too stupid, too smart...
I cry for souls that are lost, mostly my own.
Love hurts, I should have known.
I fear the power of unity.
I crave sweet serenity.
The Heart of Lust, struggling to offer trust.
It conquers good,
Provokes evil,
creating a sensuous mood.
Why hide from power?
We are not the innocent flower.
Love is what I'm striving for.
Yet, the tunnel is dark towards that mystical door.
Sources of evil lusting for my soul.
Destruction their only goal.
Surrender to the unknown presence,
Feel it's dark essence.
Total destruction of body and mind.
Leave love behind.
Envision inner peace.
Embrace lust and ignore the desire to cease.
The truth is, we live a lie.
We must enjoy life, for we all will die.
Copyright © Ilana Binneman | Year Posted 2024
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I look at you and I feel intense love.
A love so indefinite that it chokes me from within.
You are mine, I made you.
Finally, something good came from me.
I never understood what love really was, until I had you.
Copyright © Ilana Binneman | Year Posted 2024
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Ilana Binneman Poem
How fragile we all are
Words break our souls
Until we have nothing to endure
Still we come back, asking for more, " Use, me, want me, because that makes me feel needed."
Who do you think you are, taking my feelings for granted?
You twist and turn until I become unhinged.
I am only good now, never when I am in need.
I now know people like you, and I avoid you.
You steal whatever bight light once shone through me.
You eat people like me for breakfast.
Shame on you and shame on me for trusting you...
I will never be hurt again, my mind has totally opened.
Copyright © Ilana Binneman | Year Posted 2024
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Ilana Binneman Poem
In a small room I sit and dream.
There are so many things in here to be seen.
Silver, gold and bronze, shimmering as daylight makes its entrance.
Mystery hides in the walls and stories are told of great suspense.
Your dreams become reality, for my world is one I created and it's real.
The greatest secrets of myself lie here in this room,
none of which I may reveal.
The room's cold, it sends shivers down my spine.
I feel safe but my thoughts are that of someone who drank a lot of wine.
The only comfort I find is when I am alone and I do what I know is best.
I forget my friends, my everyday surroundings and all the rest.
I find pen and paper and write about love and hate.
I write and write, reading my words that only make sense to me,
but I never write the date.
The road is paved in gold,
And before you know it you're old.
I like memories. They give me a feeling of rejoicing,
wanting to return to what once was pure.
Yet, we seem to drift and become unsure
Of what was and what is yet to come.
Why do I feel so dumb?
Run away, I want to scream for all my troubles come from this very room.
A room so dark where I'll probably end up in doom.
Copyright © Ilana Binneman | Year Posted 2024
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Ilana Binneman Poem
I love you.
That is all I know.
To talk to you, to feel your hand by my side. God, I really loved you.
If I knew the pain it would've caused me, knew the love I would've wasted,
Then I would turn back and walk away from you.
If there is something like fate,
I curse it, for all eternity to never enter my life again.
I received nothing good from it.
I lay awake at night and wish that we never crossed paths.
When I close my eyes, I see your caring face.
It haunts me everyday.
It reminds me that I had something great.
The reality is that I can never have it again....
I can never have you again.
Copyright © Ilana Binneman | Year Posted 2024
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Ilana Binneman Poem
For as long as I can remember, I have felt misplaced
Yearning for acceptance, but also no desire to be embraced
My biggest wish is to give all of me
To empty my heart for all to see
To feel pain and agony
I carry my heart on my sleeve
Exposed, even to those who deceive
Why do I feel so intensely?
Why do I crave misery immensely?
I know I bring happiness to some
I fear my good deeds will come undone
Never satisfied,
Always unjustified.
Copyright © Ilana Binneman | Year Posted 2024
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