Post by »|¢yηdєя|« on Jul 20, 2009 15:04:56 GMT -5
This is a book that I'm working on. I'll post all the poems from the book here.
The Melancholy Roses
The melancholy roses,
So shriveled and so bare,
Once had vibrant blood red color;
Each velvet petal oh so fair.
But sadly, so unfortunate,
There came a violent storm
And uprooted every single rose-
How unrelenting of nature yet was the ever-changing
Norm.
As the sun rose wearily to the sky,
The shriveled, dying roses weeped,
And drops of crystalline dew descended
For the soiled, soddy ground to keep.
And now the roses, once so
Vibrant and so fair,
Hang droopy brown-black crested heads
For a world that never cared.
Swollen Voices in Silence
Can you hear the swollen voices in
Silence?
I can hear them; they call
To me as I fall into a place of
Desolation; the quiet corners of my
Mind.
Raindrops
Raindrops, they sadden me with
Their short, meaningless lives.
They form in clouds, as would
A baby in the womb, then plummet
To their deaths to the Earth below with
No remorse for their passing.
Mirrors
I've already posted this one
Empty Room
I've already posted this one
Last Requiem
re-qui-em (rek'we-em)n. Any musical composition or service for the dead.
My soul lay dying in my bosom;
Someone, nurture what is left of my beating,
Bleeding heart while I sing my last requiem.
My time is almost up; my hands
Are numb and my face is pale.
Just listen to my last requiem....
It won't take long and when I'm through,
You can leave me behind to slowly fade away.
Then you'll never have to worry about something
That doesn't exist.
Bittersweet Revelries
My heart turns and burns within my
Chest at every thought and memory
Of you.
You; the subject of all my dreams
And wishes and whispers cast to an uncomprehending
Ceiling, is fading fast from my mind, but
The memories, they're like smoke; I cannot
Grasp them as they begin to slip away.
You were my everything, and when you
Left, you left me with nothing except
For an empty heart that longs to love
And feel love, but it's so numb.....
These are my bittersweet revelries;
The reason I haven't crossed the line; the
Reason why I'm still alive.
Memories of you.
For Cameron
My nightmare is complete;
Scarred wrists call to me as I watch
Myself spill my own blood with no idea
Or thought of what I'm doing.
Perhaps all isn't what it used
To be.
If you could see the person I've
Become, you'd only see a shadow of
The person I was, and all seems
Out of focus as you stare at a blurred image.
Is that what I am?
A blurred image?
A hallucination?
Did you pretend I was
Real to you, or was it the
Other way around?
Or maybe I was just lost
And imagined someone that loved
Me for once in my life.
And for a while, you helped me
Find my way; helped me to see that
All was not in vain.
You gave me a reason, a will, a purpose.
Now all that's left is pain.
My hand quivers as I hold the
Blade, hovering over my skin. My
Heart quickens pace as indecision
Clouds my mind.
I sigh and put the blade down,
Watching blood pool in the sink.
All my pain for you, Cameron.
Every drop of blood that falls
From these meaningless wounds.
One Simple Act
One simple act can bring
It all back.
The way I look at people with your
Hair, your eyes - and try to see
You.
The way a certain song reminds
Me of some distant memory that has traversed
To the back of my mind.
The way I feel when I pass two people
Walking by holding hands - and all the memories come to me.
All it takes is one small, meaningless
Act, and pictures hung in the corners of my mind
Become more vivid, and memories speak to me
As rushes of vague ectascy and sorrow fill
Me.
Empty and Dry
The general redness of your love filled me
Like water fills a cup
But now I lay empty and dry.
Darkness
Darkness blossoms from broken hearts
Like a weed
It chokes away the light.
Drowning
They said I looked so natural there
Nestled deep below the surface
A hand reaches to save me.
The Forbidden Fruit
You were my forbidden fruit;
Poisonous yet seemingly okay.
So I took a bite; took
A chance.
But chance has left me nothing
And my body is an empty, intoxicated
Shell of a person that once
Loved you.
I weep.
The Other Side [Of Me]
already posted this one
The Heart Bleeds Slowly
The heart bleeds slowly
Take the knife out of my chest where you
Stabbed me with your lies.
Night Eternal
I wake up inside a dream,
A dream of you.
We are sitting by the church and the sun
Is going down-
You grasp my hand and kiss me.
I remember this memory, which
Has become a dream of the past.
Your brown hair was combed neatly
And your brown eyes sparkled with
Love as you looked at me.
I remember laughing when I saw
You in that peach-colored shirt, and
Can recall the look in your eyes as you
Noticed the black and pink satin dress
I was wearing - you were surprised.
Yes, I remember all of it;
Everything from a four month's brief romance.
But then I wake up and it takes all of
Me to realize I'm alone-
Left to stumble in the night eternal.
Questions of a Lonely Ghost
Why is it that my skin is
Always so cold?
Every time I try to reach out to
you, you shy away from my icy touch.
Why is it that I feel so
Hollow inside?
Every time I trusted someone with
My heart, it ended up broken.
Why is it that my eyes
Are always dull?
Every time I felt alone, I
Cried until my body witheld no more tears to shed.
And why is it that no one
Remembers me?
Is it because all their memories of
Me faded from their minds?
Is it because I'm a ghost?
Have I died?
Epilogue
All things must come to an
End, if I've noticed anything
At all.
So as my pencil glides across
This paper, containing written
Words that only I can understand,
It nears it's enevitable end,
Just as summer's warmth fades to winter's coldness
And day turns to night.
Notes:
- Yes, I know all of these are depressing, but it's what is in my heart. I have gone through enough pain to last a lifetime.
- And yes, I have harmed myself, more than once. In "For Cameron", I was writing about a time where I was really upset one day, and took a razor to myself. Those wounds are still healing as we speak, and I promise you I will not do so again.
- Also, I'm serious about writing a book xD
The Melancholy Roses
The melancholy roses,
So shriveled and so bare,
Once had vibrant blood red color;
Each velvet petal oh so fair.
But sadly, so unfortunate,
There came a violent storm
And uprooted every single rose-
How unrelenting of nature yet was the ever-changing
Norm.
As the sun rose wearily to the sky,
The shriveled, dying roses weeped,
And drops of crystalline dew descended
For the soiled, soddy ground to keep.
And now the roses, once so
Vibrant and so fair,
Hang droopy brown-black crested heads
For a world that never cared.
Swollen Voices in Silence
Can you hear the swollen voices in
Silence?
I can hear them; they call
To me as I fall into a place of
Desolation; the quiet corners of my
Mind.
Raindrops
Raindrops, they sadden me with
Their short, meaningless lives.
They form in clouds, as would
A baby in the womb, then plummet
To their deaths to the Earth below with
No remorse for their passing.
Mirrors
I've already posted this one
Empty Room
I've already posted this one
Last Requiem
re-qui-em (rek'we-em)n. Any musical composition or service for the dead.
My soul lay dying in my bosom;
Someone, nurture what is left of my beating,
Bleeding heart while I sing my last requiem.
My time is almost up; my hands
Are numb and my face is pale.
Just listen to my last requiem....
It won't take long and when I'm through,
You can leave me behind to slowly fade away.
Then you'll never have to worry about something
That doesn't exist.
Bittersweet Revelries
My heart turns and burns within my
Chest at every thought and memory
Of you.
You; the subject of all my dreams
And wishes and whispers cast to an uncomprehending
Ceiling, is fading fast from my mind, but
The memories, they're like smoke; I cannot
Grasp them as they begin to slip away.
You were my everything, and when you
Left, you left me with nothing except
For an empty heart that longs to love
And feel love, but it's so numb.....
These are my bittersweet revelries;
The reason I haven't crossed the line; the
Reason why I'm still alive.
Memories of you.
For Cameron
My nightmare is complete;
Scarred wrists call to me as I watch
Myself spill my own blood with no idea
Or thought of what I'm doing.
Perhaps all isn't what it used
To be.
If you could see the person I've
Become, you'd only see a shadow of
The person I was, and all seems
Out of focus as you stare at a blurred image.
Is that what I am?
A blurred image?
A hallucination?
Did you pretend I was
Real to you, or was it the
Other way around?
Or maybe I was just lost
And imagined someone that loved
Me for once in my life.
And for a while, you helped me
Find my way; helped me to see that
All was not in vain.
You gave me a reason, a will, a purpose.
Now all that's left is pain.
My hand quivers as I hold the
Blade, hovering over my skin. My
Heart quickens pace as indecision
Clouds my mind.
I sigh and put the blade down,
Watching blood pool in the sink.
All my pain for you, Cameron.
Every drop of blood that falls
From these meaningless wounds.
One Simple Act
One simple act can bring
It all back.
The way I look at people with your
Hair, your eyes - and try to see
You.
The way a certain song reminds
Me of some distant memory that has traversed
To the back of my mind.
The way I feel when I pass two people
Walking by holding hands - and all the memories come to me.
All it takes is one small, meaningless
Act, and pictures hung in the corners of my mind
Become more vivid, and memories speak to me
As rushes of vague ectascy and sorrow fill
Me.
Empty and Dry
The general redness of your love filled me
Like water fills a cup
But now I lay empty and dry.
Darkness
Darkness blossoms from broken hearts
Like a weed
It chokes away the light.
Drowning
They said I looked so natural there
Nestled deep below the surface
A hand reaches to save me.
The Forbidden Fruit
You were my forbidden fruit;
Poisonous yet seemingly okay.
So I took a bite; took
A chance.
But chance has left me nothing
And my body is an empty, intoxicated
Shell of a person that once
Loved you.
I weep.
The Other Side [Of Me]
already posted this one
The Heart Bleeds Slowly
The heart bleeds slowly
Take the knife out of my chest where you
Stabbed me with your lies.
Night Eternal
I wake up inside a dream,
A dream of you.
We are sitting by the church and the sun
Is going down-
You grasp my hand and kiss me.
I remember this memory, which
Has become a dream of the past.
Your brown hair was combed neatly
And your brown eyes sparkled with
Love as you looked at me.
I remember laughing when I saw
You in that peach-colored shirt, and
Can recall the look in your eyes as you
Noticed the black and pink satin dress
I was wearing - you were surprised.
Yes, I remember all of it;
Everything from a four month's brief romance.
But then I wake up and it takes all of
Me to realize I'm alone-
Left to stumble in the night eternal.
Questions of a Lonely Ghost
Why is it that my skin is
Always so cold?
Every time I try to reach out to
you, you shy away from my icy touch.
Why is it that I feel so
Hollow inside?
Every time I trusted someone with
My heart, it ended up broken.
Why is it that my eyes
Are always dull?
Every time I felt alone, I
Cried until my body witheld no more tears to shed.
And why is it that no one
Remembers me?
Is it because all their memories of
Me faded from their minds?
Is it because I'm a ghost?
Have I died?
Epilogue
All things must come to an
End, if I've noticed anything
At all.
So as my pencil glides across
This paper, containing written
Words that only I can understand,
It nears it's enevitable end,
Just as summer's warmth fades to winter's coldness
And day turns to night.
Notes:
- Yes, I know all of these are depressing, but it's what is in my heart. I have gone through enough pain to last a lifetime.
- And yes, I have harmed myself, more than once. In "For Cameron", I was writing about a time where I was really upset one day, and took a razor to myself. Those wounds are still healing as we speak, and I promise you I will not do so again.
- Also, I'm serious about writing a book xD
woah. very very nice! Even though it is depressing
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