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[Dezeri]

"Poison "

I’m blinded by a fog.
A poisonous fog
I’m breathing the poison,
Breathing my death;
The death of my heart
My heart which still loves
The love that is broken.
Broken and separated;
Separated from the only one.
The only one I ever loved

I am still in a fog
A poisonous fog
The poison consumes me,
Consumes my heart.
The heart is lost,
Lost and sick
Sick with the pain
The overwhelming pain of loss.
The loss of the only one
The only one I ever loved

The fog won’t clear,
That poisonous fog
The poison drives me to tears
Tears of liquid death
Like liquid darkness slipping into my heart.
My broken heart
Broken and sick
Sick of the poison
The poison from the only one
The only one I ever loved

[Dr. Fluffy]

(my poem is in the style of "paragraph" wink
Victim:
It isn't easy to be in love with a victim, someone who is always suffering at the hands of "fate." It's even worse when that person already has scores of friends, people who will listen to them and comfort them. So, feeling guilty and hoping I'm not doing this to make myself feel better about your pain, I give you a small drawing and a poem. The next time I see you, you smile and pat my head. At least you know I care. But what I really want is to be someone you can talk to. Instead I hear about your problems from other people, which isn't the most accurate or best way to learn anything. You gave me your phone number but I never call, knowing you already receive enough phone calls and that it annoys you. So the best I can do is stand by the side, waiting for you to reach out to me, and making pathetic attempts to do the same. When you tell me "I love you" and I say "I love you too" do you really take those words seriously? I do. But actions speak louder than words, and I don't know what to do anymore. I hate admiting this, but I don't believe that I'm the one who's supposed to be there for you.

And now I'm the one sounding like a victim...

[Serenity_Kaiba]

i traded u... u haven't excpeted it yet. . . but here's my poem =3
ehh it's not very deep, but i dunno, maybe>_<

Labled Lies
They call her everything,
Every name,
Every lie she’s told is reflecting back
At her, but
There is no mistake,
She never spoke to others,
Never saw the light,
Harsh assumptions are lead on
For the look of her eyes,
Dark, shaded with
Black make-up…

Not to say one word,
But labeled too deelply-
Maybe, that’s why she was found
Face down on the bathroom floor,
Maybe if someone hadn’t started
Saying she was a whore,
If one person would’ve let go of
The cliques,
It’s too late to understand
Her voice now,
Because she cut down,
Causing a pure soul
To end up in misery.

[[ .days. ]]

Remember how you made me crazy?

I don't normally enter poetry contests, but I figure I'll give this one a whirl.

The Nightmare

A flash of blue light illuminates the darkness—
Searching and probing, tracking a whim
Through a dreamworld, full of twists and crevices,
A face flashes close to the troubled eyes,
Frightening, pale, left to its own nothingness—
It flashes again, then disappears, lost.

To see the past, what cannot be undone,
Pulling and pushing to overtake the soul—
Replayed again without control, without remorse.
What is sanctuary, your Shangri-La?
And Heaven and Hell mix together,
Chasing you down a dark hall, deeper into the dark.

A red flash and the night is bright—
The hall is alight, but empty and infinite,
Scorning, humiliating, strange and horrible.
What do you see before you, covered in red,
Bathed in an evil so powerfully unfathomable,
Trapping you here for all eternity.

Watching you, waiting for you to move,
Trembling as you clench your fists. Twist your neck
To see what is around you, watching, waiting.
The world swirls, flashing and changing,
Going in and out of focus, the formerly sharp
Contrast blending together into one swirl of colors

You know you must escape, but where to?
If your mind haunts your sleep, where can you run?
Who can you trust, to keep the memories away?
Spinning, spinning, faster and faster, fading,
Falling, grasping—feeling nothing except
Empty space and the shell of what you used to be.

Remember how I made you scream.

[Darkness Always Has Light]

Halloween

Oh Halloween the worst time of all,
Its when the ghost roam the hall.

Oh the ghosts aren't very good hosts,
Oh how they boast.

Oh Halloween has the scariest nights,
On which the dead knights come out to bite.

Oh Halloween night has prevailed,
It made me wail so it was unveiled.

[Bunni_Run_With_Ramen]

What Hurt the Most

You always would
Hug me tight
Hold me close
At the end of the night
Tell me I was beautiful
Whisper in my ear
Right after you left
Your voice I would hear
I'd lie in bed
Thinking of you
During the next day
The things I would do
But then it all ended
Turned into dust
But I really miss
Those thoughts of us
The dump wasn't too bad
You didn't shed a tear
But here is something
I feel you need to hear
You probably don't know
What hurt the most
It was the memories
Of being so close
I'm not afraid to cry,
But it shows weakness
My heart shattered
From the little pieces that were left
But, with those pieces,
I still miss you
But I can't talk to you
Our communication it through
I cut off all ties
Keeping us together
I'll always regret that decision
I'll regret it forever
I'll miss your jokes
The way you smiled
You always made me feel better
You made it worthwhile
You were always cracking jokes
Always making me smile
Always making me laugh
If only for a little while
To you, that's better than nothing
To make someone smile a little
You started the joke
Of me being a cripple
Those memories I'll remember
I'll keep them in my mind
Because, without you,
My life has been redifined.

[Angelus_oni]

Entry Fee just waiting to be processed.

Faces in the Dark

I saw your face,
I started to trust
but now I am lost,
You started to
build me up,
Now all you do,
is break break break
pull together
the pieces
of the faces in the dark.

You started to,
Make me strong
make me trust
Make me feel
but now all I feel
is cold cold cold
pull together
all the pieces
of the faces in the dark
I am broken,
by these words unspoken
this trust quiet broken
my heart remains unspoken
help me
pull together together
the pieces pieces
of the faces faces
in the
dark

[Lyca29]

~She barely left a mark~

She stood there on the edge of play,
Silently watching the game.
A quiet little girl in a clean white dress,
longing to join in and be heard.
Mummy said, "Don't you'll make a mess,
got to stay smart, it's your Sunday best."
So she stayed
And she watched
And no-one saw her
at all.
Mummy said "You must be a good little girl,
children need to be seen and not heard."
So she sat, she never spoke, or moved
And no-one noticed, at all.
She grew up in this world, did that tiny girl
A presence barely there...
she worked hard every single day,
Never complained at the minimum pay.
Went home to her mother, all fragile and old
"You don't need a husband you've got me" she was told.
Now years went by and the old mother died,
That middle aged woman sat down and she cried.
She sat in the house, now she's all alone
No family photos, it's barely a home.
So she sat, she never spoke
And no-one noticed at all.
More years went by and now she's old
Her body is tired, her heart feels cold.
She so wants to live, she knows that now.
She wants to get that Sunday best dress covered in mud.
She wants to mess her hair and skin her knees.
But she can't, she doesn't know how.
She wants to shout from the rooftops with a voice so loud
That everyone would hear her and then turn around,
and see, and smile, and wave.
But she can't,
so they don't.
And she is tired.
Tired of aching, tired of waiting, tired of being.
She laid on her bed and she made not a sound.
Her chest moved slowly up and down,
then stopped....
A tiny sigh
then nothing, no goodbye.
The new day dawned all brilliant and bright
Laughing children played outside
unaware...
The world kept on turning,
The sun kept on shining,
unaware...
She was gone, and no-one cared.
She'd barely left a mark.

~end~

lyca..

[QueenOfMidnightRoses]

I would like you to put yourself in the shoes of this poem, if you're like me the thought would make you cry.

This Pain is Unreal

It's empty
My chest has an empty hole,
And it burns.
No, it doesn't burn...It sucks away all feeling.

I didn't know there could be this much pain in the world
God wasn't supposed to be so cruel
How could he betray me!
He took him away..My baby

There is no pain worse than this
To lose something so close to your heart
Someone you love without thinking about it
It's hard to let go

My boy...My sweet baby
I remember the night
That horrible night..
I'll never forget.

Soft music, full bellies
I had let him drive since he had begged me
But we never expected a drunk driver
The sound of tires...flashing lights

And then I passed out,
Waking up in the hospital
I asked for my baby...
They said something horrible

I lost my boy that night
My only child, a person I had made!
And now I'll never see him grow older
Or get married...

He was only 15, so young
He shouldn't have died, why didn't God take me?
I will never move on
He was my boy and now he's gone, how is it possible..

How is this pain possible?

[Kainel]

-Again-

I

Glasses off eyes closed
the world begins newly roused
from dormant slumber
no longer dead
or torn asunder
Again I feel it
washed away by the eternal faucet
sharpness replaced
A mist sets in
a hazed defaced
vision of unity
Together we dive into that sea
together we turn
a shattered highway
our inhibitions burn
In blind eyes
twinkling a scheme devised
We wont go back
True happiness
we will never lack

II

Glasses on eyes wide open
Apocalyptic power of men
to kill and wonder
why their life
has been torn asunder
Again I feel it
damming the eternal faucet
The world is halting
the mist is gone
Focus is waltzing
over the torn and tattered
remains of what once mattered
to two beings
joined together
Now are fleeing
Blind eyes weep
to fill that void... that lucid deep.
We wont return
True happiness
can forever burn

III

Glasses broken eyes are swollen
the wounds pulse bloody festered open
Apocalypse
leaves everything
in vapid wisps

This bath of blood wont suck me in...
...at least until we dive again.


EDITED: due primarily to the fact that I'm a near-sighted doofus and I keep writing the wrong damn two words in the last damn line... -_-' It bugs me... everytime I rewrite it... EVERYTIME!! Arg... Oh well... Damnable mental disability... EDITED AGAIN: because I revamped it... and made it flow a little better... I'm thinking about continuing it... putting in a few more parts... Maybe... I dunno.

[Issari]

It's Only an Incubus

Serpent breath
of beer and wine
slithered down my neck and spine.

I’d given consent for its tentacles to coil
around the edges of my heart.
Not knowing that embrace would smother
the innocence of my psyche. Yet this creature was no Eros.
The furtive assaults were like discarded dreams-
nightmares with a pulse that I wanted to put in arrest,
but its consistent strikes in the night resuscitated
that same fanged image, forcing me to acknowledge its existence.
Like a wound, that won’t stop stinging,
won’t cease bleeding.

Just hemorrhaging out
over all that I see,
staining the stones of my mazed memory.

The vastness of my skin was torn by sandpaper hands.
Scars etched into obscurity,
over the preexisting white threads I had sown.
I streamed my own vitality because I was anesthetic
in the wake of this assault.
I let its frigid grasp sink in long before it had
haunted my unconsciousness.
Little rivers flowed from my soul every time,
rapid and screaming as they were strangled
by the white fluffy mountains of my bed.

I couldn’t cease the faucet effect
sturred by those fingers like venom-tipped spears,
that worm into my core, and flood out those tears.

But then they evaporate,
taking all sensation to dissipate into the labyrinth.
Those walls are branded by the acidic touch
of this drunken beast.
I fortify my own skin to stone, only to be dilapidated
by the very shade of its presence.
Weighing ten times my own weight,
casting fissures in my defenses
that disregarded visions seep their way through in the end,
with the poisonous words of this ignorant terror.

Oblivious and blind,
a toxicant clouded soul,
and yet it stands there idle, leering in complete control.

[Techo_Nirate_Bunny]

hold

[CongBi]

Frozen Longing

I've been fading
but you're still there,
I've been waiting,
but you don't care

In the time of need
when all things fall,
While I bleed
will you answer my call?

It's been like this
for as long as I know,
Since that kiss
in the frozen snow.

[FriendofFoes]

Poison's Pen

You can't escape, my little one.
For time is drawing near
I see, don't even try to run.
For time is drawing near....

You were meant, it's time to fall
For time is drawing near
Everyone will run and call
For time is drawing near...

You will fight,
You will scream,
With all your might,
But you will bleed.

For time is drawing near.

For mind's created you, my sweet
The time is drawing near
It's is an honor, no a treat!
For time is drawing near...

You can't run, my little one.
The time is finally here...

[Techo_Nirate_Bunny]

Colors Of Emotion

The lustful reds in faux found peace,
Swirl swiftly with symphonic greens.

Flashing shimmers of tranquil blue,
Grimace with melancholy as they lose their hue.

Orange SCREAMS fiercely at bighting yellow.
And purple sits calmly, maintaining it’s mellow.

A fascinating collaboration of colorful chimes,
If you listen closely it passes all time.

Oh such beauty, them combining as one;
Swirling with brilliance, to the absence of none.

Hehe, it seems like the rest of the poems are really kind of sad. So I thought I’d give you something pretty.