Poems galore.
Here are some new and some old poems.
Please give feedback as to which is your favorite.
Keep in mind that these were written over the last 2-3 years, so the styles vary.
Also keep in mind that MOST of the poems are about anyone in particular.
They're just poems. So don't take offense.
GOSH!
And Basia.
The first one is for/about you.
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Do you feel (con)spired?:
You're ignorance at it's best.
Refuse to see what you don't believe.
Pretend it doesn't exist.
You briefly hide it and you face deceives.
But when you really feel
and let it all rush out.
That's when emotions tell
the truth of what you're all about.
But then you play tough.
And try to act cold.
Why won't you be you?
Why not break the mold?
You paint it all black
and perverse and distorted.
It did not neglect you.
It was you who ignored it.
So play the blame game.
Sure, pass it around.
While bitching at us
you put yourself down.
My hands cramping up.
But there’s more to be said.
Your damn paranoia
is all in your head.
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Untitled:
They like to pity you,
and offer you a hand.
Pretend they can relate.
Act like they understand.
To you it's all the same.
You curl up and recess.
You turn your back and frown,
though you did create this mess.
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Untitled:
While I search for bliss
you turn away.
The most vivid part if you is grey.
I grasp and grope.
But what's to find?
A boring little piece of mind.
But prove me wrong,
for heavens sake.
I give you what you choose to take.
Those thieving little child-like hands.
Please just give up.
Please understand.
This is constructive criticism.
I'm not the picking kind.
Don't be a copy of them.
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Cherubim:
An angel with a flaming sword.
Splilling blood is my reward.
Never have I dropped a feather.
Never stained my hair of heather.
When I cry I weap in song.
Eternity is far to long.
Having immortality.
Trapped in this reality.
The things I've seen have made me blind.
Thoughts I cannot leave behind.
I rest my sword now in its sheath.
When you're dead is when I'll leave.
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Worn and weathered:
Blinded by your darkness,
I thought you could cure me.
Only to find out that
you fed on my soul.
Half truths and deception
taught me many lessons.
I've learned to me like you.
Now I'm numb and cold.
My minds worn and weathered.
All my hope's drained from me.
You have left me with an
empty rotting core.
I've lost all emotion
locked up in this prison.
Counting down to this day
I've been waiting for.
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Romance in a nutshell:
Roses are red, until they die.
Lovers are sweet behind their lies.
Despise is black. Envy is green.
Look past this fasade to see what I mean.
Inside this rainbow forever I stay.
The world may look pretty, but really it's grey.
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So yeah. Um. That's it.
The poems kind of varied depending on what band I was listening to at the time (maybe you can guess which ones), and how pissed or out of love I was.
Please give feedback as to which is your favorite.
Keep in mind that these were written over the last 2-3 years, so the styles vary.
Also keep in mind that MOST of the poems are about anyone in particular.
They're just poems. So don't take offense.
GOSH!
And Basia.
The first one is for/about you.
.................................................................................
Do you feel (con)spired?:
You're ignorance at it's best.
Refuse to see what you don't believe.
Pretend it doesn't exist.
You briefly hide it and you face deceives.
But when you really feel
and let it all rush out.
That's when emotions tell
the truth of what you're all about.
But then you play tough.
And try to act cold.
Why won't you be you?
Why not break the mold?
You paint it all black
and perverse and distorted.
It did not neglect you.
It was you who ignored it.
So play the blame game.
Sure, pass it around.
While bitching at us
you put yourself down.
My hands cramping up.
But there’s more to be said.
Your damn paranoia
is all in your head.
.............................................
Untitled:
They like to pity you,
and offer you a hand.
Pretend they can relate.
Act like they understand.
To you it's all the same.
You curl up and recess.
You turn your back and frown,
though you did create this mess.
.............................................
Untitled:
While I search for bliss
you turn away.
The most vivid part if you is grey.
I grasp and grope.
But what's to find?
A boring little piece of mind.
But prove me wrong,
for heavens sake.
I give you what you choose to take.
Those thieving little child-like hands.
Please just give up.
Please understand.
This is constructive criticism.
I'm not the picking kind.
Don't be a copy of them.
...............................................
Cherubim:
An angel with a flaming sword.
Splilling blood is my reward.
Never have I dropped a feather.
Never stained my hair of heather.
When I cry I weap in song.
Eternity is far to long.
Having immortality.
Trapped in this reality.
The things I've seen have made me blind.
Thoughts I cannot leave behind.
I rest my sword now in its sheath.
When you're dead is when I'll leave.
................................................
Worn and weathered:
Blinded by your darkness,
I thought you could cure me.
Only to find out that
you fed on my soul.
Half truths and deception
taught me many lessons.
I've learned to me like you.
Now I'm numb and cold.
My minds worn and weathered.
All my hope's drained from me.
You have left me with an
empty rotting core.
I've lost all emotion
locked up in this prison.
Counting down to this day
I've been waiting for.
.................................................
Romance in a nutshell:
Roses are red, until they die.
Lovers are sweet behind their lies.
Despise is black. Envy is green.
Look past this fasade to see what I mean.
Inside this rainbow forever I stay.
The world may look pretty, but really it's grey.
..................................................
..................................................
So yeah. Um. That's it.
The poems kind of varied depending on what band I was listening to at the time (maybe you can guess which ones), and how pissed or out of love I was.