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~ Poems
Dec 25, 2010 12:09:52 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:09:52 GMT -5
Soooo...I think only a few of you have seen my poems o.o' I'd like to share them with you guys :3 however...~ some are quite long. so if you -do- manage to read them all, I appreciate it greatly<3. I'll post one at a time, doing the longer ones first.
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~ Poems
Dec 25, 2010 12:14:58 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:14:58 GMT -5
Probably my longest one. This took about a few months.
~ The Iron Bar.
The iron bar, complex.
Some say love, some say affection.
Some say pain, anger, confusion.
There's a difference
between,
the two.
But many don't see it,
until after
they grasp it.
When under the
impression
the iron bar
is love,
your grip
is loose
and free.
But when you finally
realize
the truth
your grip tightens,
tightens,
into a closed fist.
You are unaware,
of how
your skin
starts
to sizzle.
Unaware.
Of the pain,
that will come.
Unaware
of how the iron bar,
will
crush you.
Crush you
to the ground
so that you
may
never
get up.
As you hit the floor,
your grip is tight,
tighter than
ever.
You struggle,
but
you will not move.
As much as you
push
and
pull.
Nothing
will work.
Blinded,
stupefied,
by the
harsh
ways
of love.
It got you.
Succeeded into
pulling you
in its
demon
trap.
No matter how much
you will scream
No one will hear you.
No matter how much,
the bar sinks into
your back
and your hands,
your grip will
never
loosen.
The scars and burns
will
hold their place.
However,
they may
disappear
physically,
but scarred forever,
is your heart.
Though a fool
may attempt
to repair you,
the wounds remain raw;
Forever haunting.
Oh, I have warned,
and many ignore,
but trust -
you will be hurt.
Try,
try as hard as you can.
Try and lift
it off your shoulders,
push as hard as you can.
The questions will
fill
your mind.
As if seeking an answer,
that will never
be given.
You shall never forgive,
you shall never forget,
you will never release,
the grip,
on the iron bar.
The build up gets harder,
more
difficult
to ignore.
So you.
You.
You helplessly give in,
and that's
when
your world
starts to slowly
fall apart.
You'll blame the bar
for all your pain
and suffering.
Hate will never help you,
but you,
continue.
No matter how
much
you know
in your heart
that it
is
your
fault.
If,
If you're lucky.
In due time,
you may
return
to your normal being.
Or, the most
of you.
will become
like
me-
Bitter.
Hateful.
Uncaring.
The list
goes on
and on.
Happiness
rarely knocks
on my door
but..
it knocks.
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Dec 25, 2010 12:19:57 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:19:57 GMT -5
~Frozen
Ice.
Ice runs through my veins.
Fire.
Fire pumps through my heart.
If you fuel enough fire,
the ice.
Ice.
The ice will melt.
But for now,
I remain frozen.
Ice.
Ice runs through my veins.
Fire,
scorching, burning flesh.
Fire, is what you are.
Embrace me with your warmth.
Thaw my heart open.
Make it alive, make it pulsate.
For I only have so long
Until eternal shutdown.
Embrace me,
my only source of light.
Warm me up with your glistening aura.
Smile so that I may,
smile back.
Smile so that my frozen lips
may crack as I finally
break into a smile.
Do not take notice
as the blood runs
down my lips,
for they have been
sore and inactive for so long.
Ignore the cracking skin,
ignore the chips of it falling
off of me.
It symbolizes breaking out of
my very own shell.
But what is this?
Are you turning
away from me?
If you leave,
I'll go stiff and cold.
But why?
Why melt me halfway?
Why give me hope?
Why...?
Falling deep...
Falling deep into...
Sleep.
Sleep till,
till he.
He.
Must.
Return.
Eternal.
Eternal.
Eternal. Shut down.
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Dec 25, 2010 12:21:49 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:21:49 GMT -5
~ Do you know?
Do you know what pain is?
Do you know what it's like to writhe in agony?
Do you know what it's like to feel helpless?
Do you know what it's like to feel worthless?
Do you know what it feels likes to be ignored?
Do you know how my blood boils?
Do you know how easy it is..
How easy it is to disregard you?
How easy it can be to reprimand you?
Do you know what it feels like to kill?
Do you know what it feels like to be covered in blood of your loved one?
Do you know the thrill of the kill?
Do you know what I'm thinking?
Do you know what it's like to plunge that butchers knife deep into butter-like flesh?
I would.
I know what it's like to cry for hours and hours.
I know what it's like to feel absolutely defenseless.
I know what it's like to feel crippled.
I know what it feels like to be ignored.
I know how my blood boils.
I know how my temper flares whenever you're around.
I know how easy it is to swat you away.
I know how easy it is to screw you over.
I know what it feels like to kill.
I know what it feels like to be stained with crimson.
I know what excruciating pain is.
Do you know what it feels like to slit your wrists?
Have you ever watched your blood form a pool at your feet?
Have you ever sighed in relief...
Just because you did so?
Have you felt the continuous blows of losing one person after the other?
Do you know what it feels like to be fed up with the world?
Do you know what it feels like to run out of resources? Out of options?
I bet you don't.
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Dec 25, 2010 12:23:09 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:23:09 GMT -5
~ Doesn't Matter.
It doesn't matter until I see your face.
It doesn't matter until I'm in your arms.
It doesn't matter.
No, It doesn't matter.
Nothing ever matters.
This house.
These words I idly push together to make sentences.
It never mattered before.
The gaping hole in my chest.
I used to ignore it.
It didn't matter until you sewed it together.
It didn't matter until I smiled.
It never mattered to you did it?
Well now it matters.
I make it a point.
I make it a point to speak to you.
Every day.
I make it matter.
I make your presence matter.
I make my being matter.
I make you matter.
You're the glimmer of hope in my melancholic days.
You're all I ever wanted.
You make me matter.
You make it matter.
You make us matter.
The only thing is.
Do I matter enough...
to make you stay?
Will I ever drive you away?
With the many deep scars I have?
Will the pain and suffering of old days get to you?
Does it bring you down?
Does it ever worry you?
Do I mean enough?
Do I matter?
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Dec 25, 2010 12:27:21 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:27:21 GMT -5
~ Watch Him
Watch him pass me by.
Watch him treat me differently from the rest of you.
Watch him use me.
Watch him.
The love that seeps from me does no difference.
He doesn't care.
He doesn't care until he needs something.
Then everything is about me.
Because I am the only one that would do such a thing.
Because I am fickle.
I am caring.
I am weak.
I am broken.
I am nothing.
Watch him persuade me.
Watch him seduce me.
Watch him as he turns away.
Watch his smile turn wicked.
Watch me.
Watch how I am filled with hope.
and then watch how I'll crash.
Crash and burn right in front of your eyes.
and then you wonder why.
Why I hit the wall and burst into flames.
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Dec 25, 2010 12:28:51 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:28:51 GMT -5
~ Lost
I'm sorta lost.
Can you help me?
I don't know where I am.
What is this place?
I'm not familiar with it..
It's too cold...
Dark.
Hollow.
I thought it would be alive...
Pulsating.
Beating.
I don't recognize it.
I need to find my destination...
But I'm sorta lost.
My destination.
Have you heard of it?
It needs mending.
It needs my help.
I heard its broken...
I heard it's cracked.
My destination.
Have you heard of it?
It needs mending.
It needs my help.
But I'm sorta lost...
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Dec 25, 2010 12:30:05 GMT -5
Post by SarzieBeara~ on Dec 25, 2010 12:30:05 GMT -5
~ Escape
To get away is to escape.
To escape means to slip away.
Where have you escaped from?
Where's your personal get away?
Right now.
My get away isn't physical.
My get away is something you experience.
Music~.
To block everyone out.
To drown the laughter and cries out.
Computer~.
To focus on those who care.
Who give a damn.
Write~.
To scribble my troubles away.
To show you how I feel.
To show you how others feel.
My get away is not now.
My escape is later.
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Post by SarzieBeara~ on May 2, 2011 6:45:48 GMT -5
So, tell me.
Do you know what it's like to flail around like a fish out of water?
No.
How about to love with no heart?
What~?
To love someone with the cracked and petty shards of what was left of a thriving, beating heart.
I'm not following...
To love with your body, your mind and your soul?
...
How about to have that yanked away from you just when you got accustomed to how...warm...that love was. How good it was to feel loved and appreciated.
I feel you.
Ah. You feel me, do you? Do we really know what we feel anymore these days? Maybe it's an illusion in our brain. Maybe it's because we lust instead of love. Maybe it's because we THINK we FEEL.
I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to offe--
To be scarred with those happy memories.
To think what it could have blossomed into.
That's pretty awful...
::She'd laugh.:: And to watch the other bloom and grow, to see them truly love another...picture perfect dreams that wafted into your mind about them loving you. Made into harsh, cruel, face-slapping reality.
But then you'd wonder...
Yes. You'd wonder despite the words spoken...
What...
Had you done?
Why...
Has it come to an end?
How...
Did you not see the signs?
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it? But of course. Of course it was.
You'd analyze everything...
You'd get sick of your own thoughts. You'd get tired of going over it endlessly, day after day. And then you'd plunge back deep in the darkness. Finding comfort in the overwhelming yet somehow exhilarating pain.
Not caring what or how your future unfolds...
Just surrender into the darkness.
Just.
As.
I.
~ LL.
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