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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:12 pm
Feel free to chat or whatever. If you want to critique the poems, go ahead. This is really just a thread where I can post any poetry I feel like sharing. Please do not steal it though. Seriously. Don't.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:15 pm
"Thorns"
Seducer of hearts,
Be my muse for a day.
Show me the rhythm in which a heart should beat
And make me understand what this emotion called “love” is.
Lady Fortune has not granted me the talent,
Nor the beauty,
To simply smile upon another and draw them into my web.
Oh, Seducer!
For one night give me the feet to dance!
By all means,
Let death be my wager!
Play the cards!
Let us all play a round of Russian Roulette, one by one!
Let us fall!
Cupid, be my hero, and gift me the luxury of a gorgeous smile!
Oh, woes me!
Such charming words as “To be or not to be?”
Ring in my mind until the room spins,
And I am left twirling.
So I take the gun,
And pull the trigger.
May the blood stain the rose.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:16 pm
"Puppeteer"
“Puppeteer, puppeteer” I whisper in the dark.
Control me and let me be yours,
Even for a while.
Show me…
How one can…
Truly deceive and repeat again and again.
“Puppeteer, Puppeteer, teach me your ways!
Why do you leave me in pieces on the ground?
I’m a broken marionette still attached to her strings.
Only I can free myself.
Oh, Puppeteer!
Why do am I in pain?
I’m just a doll anyways!
Used and abused and lifeless….right?”
Oh, now I’m crying!
What are these things you call ‘tears’?
Why do cold hands squeeze my chest until
It feels like it will burst?
Puppeteer, puppeteer….
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:17 pm
"The Past"
Lost in the depths of my mind for what seems like centuries stacked upon centuries,
A slow realization comes to pass where I meet a reflection of myself in the water.
Ripples of my past flow by and I remember
Whispers of the lies I’ve spoken,
Tears spilled over greedy losses,
Giving up on just causes,
Webs spun for devious purposes—
This is all I see.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:20 pm
"Broken Pieces"
Do you ever understand me?
No wonder it’s like this between us.
You’re constantly cutting yourself on the shards of your heart you pick up.
Hurting yourself in the process of healing.
I can’t heal you with just my voice, nor can I touch you with my hands.
But I can tell you words of wisdom, even if you don’t understand.
Let me hold you, let me cry with you.
I know what you say about me isn’t true—but I accept the lies.
If I could I’d take a needle and thread and sew your heart together myself.
When you fall and shatter,
I’ll take the process and slowly pick you up.
Now, do you understand?
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:22 pm
"Noir"
A rose’s petals fall gently to the floor.
A woman’s scream is heard in the night.
As I walk through the stone cold corridors of my mind, the pictures on the walls,
Show memories of my past--Faded and cloudy.
She follows me to my right—the beautiful, innocent girl I once was.
She follows me to my left—the hateful, melancholic girl I had become.
There is no black and white for me, for everything is but a monotone monochrome,
The shades of gray swirling together until I can’t find the difference between the two.
My mind if a pinwheel, reeling faster and faster until eventually it snaps
And I go on a rampage screaming through the night.
Yet even through this I pretend to smile, and I fake my laughter, just to see others do the same.
Which am I more of—a traitor or hypocrite?
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:23 pm
"What I Need"
I suppose I am condemned to this abyss;
This Hell I call ‘happiness’.
My attempts to make others happy only make me unhappy,
Driving me mad with pain.
Yet I continue with hollow eyes and a smiling face.
I have no fear anymore, and I have no regrets.
All I feel is a need to repeat,
And I do just that.
This loop of mistakes only makes me wonder,
Is this abyss of everlasting agony my new home?
The pain…is a burning sensation.
It centers in my chest and spreads through my arms and legs,
And it pulsates until I can barely breathe.
I wonder….can I go back and make myself happy?
Can I choose now and keep what I have,
Yet still have the happiness I want and need?
Yet, each day,
This question goes unanswered…
Forever repeated in my mind…
I’m going mad!
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