all of my poems...
Contributed by
lasl
on
Monday, 22nd March 2004 @ 11:02:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Blood…
My skin peels,
And my blood spills,
My tears drip,
And wash away all fears,
The sorrow in my head is real,
The fear in my heart,
May it disappear,
Alone I wait,
And now my mind creates,
Pain and chaos,
Among the tears of cure,
I feel the painful lies,
And now I lay,
Beyond a bay,
Were hate and misery stay,
My mind always wondering away
Though I know,
I cannot go far,
My mind runs amok,
As I ponder and try,
Now I drop my heart,
Out my soul,
And allow my pain,
I just let go,
No longer waiting,
No longer hating,
No need or fainting,
Just faking,
All existence I feel stricken away,
The pain lost on a dark,
Though never cloudy day,
Pain and misery washed away,
And thus I lay so far away,
Beyond a pool of love and blood,
And dark my soul,
Seems so full,
Hate and I wait,
Upon letting go,
Then I shall know,
I love so maliciously,
I must let go,
Yet love her so,
From afar for it shan’t go,
Of this I know,
So now I wait,
For what she says is time,
For her heart to ready,
And our souls to combine,
Yet the birds say it shan’t be so,
So how can I stay,
I stay away,
And hope my love can play the game,
I am told I love,
I am told I hate,
Who is right I cannot know,
Alone I wait,
And now again,
Alone I am,
Across love and blood,
To wait for only one I know
Life
I slit the vain,
And as I drain,
I laugh a menacing fear,
And drenched in sweat and tear,
I can only lie awake here,
In pain and sorrow,
Of a blade,
A blade crimson red again,
And though my tears wash it away,
I feel my heart slowly slip away,
And then her words come out again,
Like razors on an open bed of dismay,
And for some reason I lay,
And let all happiness slip away,
And feel my heart dissipate,
So I may lay alone and stay,
I hate life,
Just as usual
Hate,
Depression,
Love?
Glimmering hope
Beautiful spikes,
Acting as a bed,
Pain and deceit,
Is all that they bred,
Dread and hate,
And now they fall,
From the floor to the ceiling,
And pierce my heart,
Though it is never beating,
My glimmering hope of ice and stone,
Though my life’s will,
Shall never be known
Take my blade, but I shant be saved
Take my blade,
To stop my cut,
I ask for aid,
I cannot stop,
But you take the blade,
And cut me open again,
Stab inside and cut out my heart and soul,
Kill me so I wont stop your heart,
Destroy me and take away my breath,
End my life so you can hide,
***** life ***** you and ***** the rest,
Heart break sucks,
So does love,
And life...
Just my luck
Always happens,
Same damn way,
Just a usual day,
Full of brooding,
Hate and dismay,
So now I may,
I feel I want to cut today,
Take it from the innocent,
And feed my hate,
Make a blood bath today,
Lay in a pool of razors,
Cuts and plastered from losses,
But why some would say,
So to them I say,
You should need no why,
I had a bad ***** day,
Just my luck
But hey,
Maybe some other time,
Because I hear my blades,
Calling my name,
Just my luck,
On another *****ty day
Alone
Why is it only when I’m alone?
That I feel that I should die
And lie in my own blood
For misery has gone
And life has yet stopped
The pain of no one is harsh
Though cruel it may seem
Perhaps I need this only pain
Working as daggers through words
And the small and weak are my elite
Those thoughts of them do save
My mind and memory alike
Are not to bold nor brave
But my soul is as a warrior
Alone and strong at will
My physique steady and willing
To do as I bid
But weak I stay or so I say
Alone and thinking of pain
The death inside allows my mind
Never to forget
But the small and weak
Yes, my elite
Are memories not soon lost?
And hearts though torn
Are never scorned
And I have no will of trying
I am alone and always shall be
In my heart I know I die there
Memory not fine yet
I lay awake
And I mistake
All pain for love and glory
Am I wrong or have I gone?
To the places I no reason
And alone I pave my very own way
And lie upon a bed so humble
Alone without a single stumble
Now I lay
Alone and wait
For no one has come to greet me
Why?
Do I care?
Should I go?
Do you listen?
I don’t think so
Should I ever care?
Should I go but no where?
Why do you christen me of hate?
Blood drenched tears upon my wait
Why the hell shouldn’t I hate?
I never listen, nor do I care
Anyone can wait, anywhere at anytime
And wait as they might, they never know a rhyme
Alone and hiding, bleeding dry
I never once wish to cry
My brood and hate and torment so
That they may
Destroy my soul
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lasl
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2004-03-22 23:02:38]
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