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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 12:42 pm
Never:
Why do I have to feel this way?
Loving you more with every day,
Wanting something that cannot be,
I've tried so hard to make you see,
I want to be with you, and you alone,
Your true feelings have already been shown,
I love you, and I'm sorry for that,
Fighting together, through all of the combat,
I think you're too blind to see any of this,
It's not your body, but your soul that I miss,
Your body is still welcome in my bed,
Maybe you think my heart's been misled,
But I just wish that I could be with you,
My only hope is that you feel this way too,
I'm sorry if you do not love me,
But I still think we were meant to be,
I love you more with each passing day,
Just one more chance, well what do you say?
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 12:44 pm
My Turn:
How our time ever existed seems so illogical,
This entire situation for you might have physical,
Sometimes I think these feelings can't be real,
But then I realize that it is my turn to steal,
You're the only one who has ever treated me as a human being,
Maybe the things I have done keep your tainted eyes from seeing,
But you've always been there for me to turn to,
When I needed my eyes opened, you helped me through,
Sometimes peoples have no choice but to give in,
I want so bad to tell you how I fell, but where do I begin?
I don't want to say I love you, it might scare you away,
I don't want to say I need you, I can't find the right way,
But there's something about you that just makes me crazy,
I'm getting so sick of just letting you run over me,
It's true I can't stick up for all the things I've done,
Sometimes I feel so scared amd I want to do is run,
When a person has such passion, you've got to let it burn,
I've been deeply hurt before so many times, and now it's my turn...
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 2:44 pm
END Book 2!
Wow book 2 was short, huh? Well here we go with the 3rd one I have. I forgot how long it is, but... I know it's longer than the last one. And I have no other way to separate them. I have so many poems. IDK why I bother to keep them all. Well even if I get no comments or advice from anyone, I'll continue to post. I wonder if anyone reads these? Oh well. ^_^
START Book 3!
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 2:45 pm
So Many Times:
Scattered ashes of a broken dream,
Maybe you are not what you seem,
I hate being trapped in all this darkness,
Craving just one moment of our gentle caress,
Hating forever that which I've become,
I lose everything, when is it my chance to gain some?
Emotional outbursts are not helping me at all,
When I am already down, none will answer my call,
Now I hate myself more each day that goes by,
They hate me too, but still refuse to tell me why,
Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up, anymore,
This sadness shakes me inside, right to my core,
Why must I do this to myself, every day?
I only want someone to be with me today,
Someone to talk to once in a while,
Someone to share a simple little smile,
Just to brighten my day,
Please make this pain go away,
I don't know what to do for all this loneliness,
And yes, I really truly do like you, I must confess,
But I don't like it when people act like they know me,
When it is a lie, plain and simple for anyone to see,
I'm still talking to you, but I don't even know why,
But maybe one day you'll be sorry when you see me die.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 2:47 pm
Mistake of Ages Past:
When I love, I love pure and golden,
Don't be mistaken,
This is nothing if not for love.
Lust is the essence, but the heart is where it lies,
Broken and crawling,
Into a bitter form of yourself,
If you want to believe.
The art of this ancient wisdom,
Is as simple as the concept of love itself,
You must only look,
And any you seek may be found.
Lest what is sought,
Is not what is desired at all,
But for the bitterest hollow shell;
Of a memory of long ago.
And so is the sadness, when it sets in,
All of our hearts must have been,
Mistaken for the wrong place;
A place where anxiety, lies and greed,
Over run the purity of love.
And leave us in the shadows,
To doubt ourselves...
Only time will truly tell,
Where the hidden beauty lies,
But where, if not within,
The golden touch of a raindrop sunbeam,
That I once held,
In the palm of my hand;
And tasted the touch,
Of your razor-sharp kiss.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 2:48 pm
Circle of Blood:
A lonely queen must be forever without her king,
Lost in the shadows, the purest of hearts this will sting,
If this heartache lingers on, then I will surely die,
But first I must release the beauty of this savage butterfly,
So beautiful this has always been, but also can be deadly,
By thinking you are untouched, you must suffer along with me,
Now it's time to close your eyes, cross your heart, and hope to die,
You know that you want freedom, but you don't know why,
Rotting away in this dungeon, as it becomes my tomb mercilessly,
The bitterness crawling inside of me, it's this we call jealousy,
You are not gone yet, but it seems this is passion, at a glance,
Dying to please only yourself, I will never have another chance,
After all this is over, the wasted time I've spent longing only for this,
A small victory, now no one will be there to steal away your kiss,
Al of this madness grown from the shades of my broken independence,
Cries of my agony sink into you so hard they make you wince,
And wake you from a dream to find your own circle of blood,
Falling down forever, getting stuck in your grave, a puddle of mud,
You can try to hold on, but you will never solve the mystery,
The mystery of me, trying in vain to protect me from my own misery,
Losing my heart to you sickens me, liek sand pouring down my throat,
Many of our pains have cures, but for loving you there is no antidote.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 2:49 pm
Beautiful Someday:
I float through my dreams like rabid butterflies,
All that is left in me now withers away and dies,
Crossing in and out of my own once harmful dreams,
The last star scrapes across the sky, as it sparkles and gleams,
Wicked blood of the innocents has now been stricken,
Haunting forever, as your lifeless pulse will quicken,
You are lost, a dead soul,
Wanting only to be whole,
It's as beautiful as the hollow moon between the trees,
If I could, I'd do anything to make your pain ease,
Sometimes there is no more use in fighting all the pain,
The truth is so deadly as to drive a good heart insane,
That which is gone,
Will still linger on,
But never can we allow ourselves to forget,
That which fills us with such regret,
There has never been a greater lesson learned,
Than the one where I kind soul gets burned,
You can't let it get to you, here in this madness,
I try so hard to let it go, all of this darkened sadness,
Stop being so nice,
Or you'll pay the price,
The final cost that we all must pay,
Just to win our hearts back, someday.
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