Some [not all that] positive poems...

[DarkSpiral]

Just a couple of things I cam up with on nights when I'm really down...


Reaper

All faith in life destroyed
Because of your touch
Plagued by twisted screams
Trembling in the sickening dissonance
I awake to find my reality in ruins
molested by your touch
you, the grim reaper

I run, but your call echos on the wind
I hide, but i can feel the searing eyes upon me
I submit to your touch
Take me to paradise
It all seems so perfect now
Until it suddenly disappears
No way to escape the torture...

I feel your grasp tighten around my neck
Each ounce of pressure taking me higher...
closer
Until I have no breath left
Fading from existence...
The reaper claims another.




Rot

Why must all things crumble
To live is to die
Happiness... a lie
Your words, your actions
pierce straight through me
Another phigment of my imagination
Were you ever really there?

You hold your head up high
Too good for the one you call friend
But pride is a sin
and karma is a bitch
Now who's laughing
you selfish shit

You would embrace me once more
Utter compliments from your dirty mouth
But this soul has been burnt
Scar tissue ignores the pain
And the back is turned on you...
...Go rot...




Guilt

Endless moments wasted
on things that can never be
You pushed too hard
too long
too far
And now it all ends
The hairline fracture
on my brain
Everything driving me slowly insane

My self, it tires of these games
sick of playing by your rules
I see the truth
This lie, this lie, this lie
Fare well, no more, good bye

Now you can live with it
The pain, the hurt, the fear
Of being ignored...
By someone you hold dear.


~Zen Hastings~

[damnable]

Fuck. These are some heavy poems. I actually feel really bad right now, just having read them. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, whatever it was, I...wait. They're not about me. Whew. At least not these poems in particular. Other poems, though, that are similar in content and idea are probably written for me by my ex. I hope I burn in hell.

Or these poems might be about drugs, in which case I would say, "There is help for you. Just ask." Actually, that goes with the relationship thing, too. Not to say that I myself ever ask for help, but then we all give better advice than we follow, by "we", I mean of course, "we assholes." Really good poems, though. I mean really, really good. Especially the last one.

[Jebus]

I wish I could think of something original to say, but I can't. I'll just have to say that I pretty much agree with Damnable. They're a bit dark, but if there's one thing I've learned, there's nothing wrong with that. And I also think the last one was excellent.

[Jebus]

(Damn my previous post sounds different to how I feel now)

Alrighty. I've been a bit depressed this week due to some unpleasent events some nights ago, so inspired by reading some poems hear on the tdn forums, and listening to nirvana's mtv unplugged (twice), I came up with some poems. I don't know what I can really say about em, except that they didn't quite fit in with some of the other threads in this area.

Sorry about how morbid these sound, that's just how I feel right now.

The first one deals with the 'unpleasantess' (see above) and the second, about how I feel right now... not real good.
Held...


Sorry again, but the first one, just for a change, is about a girl


Did she hold me, that night,
like I held her?

As a thought, a dream, a fantasy?

I think not.

Did she feel the warmth of my skin,
did she feel my breath,
did she feel my heart beat...

As I felt hers.

I think not.

Did she pull away, and laugh,
When I kissed her.
Did she run to the shelter of the taxi,
when it came,
to rescue her, from me.

She did...

Am I that ugly, that stupid,
that impossible to care for?

I don't know.
The mirror lies to me,
As it always has.
As it always will...

I don't need you,
I tell the mirror.

I don't need you,
says the man,
staring back,
at me...


I don't really have much else to say about this next one...


take me away
pull me by these wrists,
with which you tempt me

pull me by these wrists,
so fragile, so soft, so...

Tempt me...
just a bit more,
and I'll do it...

I'll let you drag me away,
to wherever, whatever,
you have prepared for me,
where you want me so badly,
to be


Feedback would be nice... I spose


Enjoy...

[Dr.Strangelove]

As long as we're on the subject of depressing poems.

Youll place your hand on mine
And the warmth will eminate through me
I'll touch your hair
And we'll lock eyes
In you I see wonderful possibilities
But in the reflection from your eyes
I see my own
And now we both know
That I have nothing to give
And by being with me
You have nothing to gain

The brightest pedals
Torn and suffocated inside a cold steel fist
Deprived of sunlight
Or the joy of a cleansing rain
Life in bloom
Cut at the stem

Not everything I write is dark, but this seemed like the place to showcase it.