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Poltergeists of faded memories,
To sigh and breathe upon me
And let those worries haunt my sanity
Birthed of broken integrities…
Follow through the shattered reminiscences
Like the splintered pieces of a mirror,
Seven years of bad luck?
More like seven hundred.
So break the bonds of wicked old
And gasp for grasp of the new,
Feel the spell of sub-consciousness wear down
To frailties of the soul.
A sentencing to a putrid damnation,
One of rotting thoughts and feelings
All played back through bloodshot eyes
Projected on every wall you turn to.
And even still those memories fade,
The feelings of the past subside
But still the transparent scars remain to mark you
And dictate your actions to this day.
So break the bonds of wicked old
And gasp for grasp of the new,
To embrace the marks of tattered pasts
And take back the control.
To sigh and breathe upon me
And let those worries haunt my sanity
Birthed of broken integrities…
Follow through the shattered reminiscences
Like the splintered pieces of a mirror,
Seven years of bad luck?
More like seven hundred.
So break the bonds of wicked old
And gasp for grasp of the new,
Feel the spell of sub-consciousness wear down
To frailties of the soul.
A sentencing to a putrid damnation,
One of rotting thoughts and feelings
All played back through bloodshot eyes
Projected on every wall you turn to.
And even still those memories fade,
The feelings of the past subside
But still the transparent scars remain to mark you
And dictate your actions to this day.
So break the bonds of wicked old
And gasp for grasp of the new,
To embrace the marks of tattered pasts
And take back the control.
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It hurts, because
It hurts,
because I swallowed
my heart
And now
I'm digesting it
I can't breathe,
because my lungs
are trying to beat
My elbows are trying
to be knees and
my spine is missing altogether
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Forsaken
I am forsaken! The forsaken one!
Look into my eyes,
And see what I have done
I am forsaken, the forsaken one!
Look into my eyes...see what I have become...
To cleanse the world,
To purify my hate
To burn it all away,
No matter how long it takes...
No matter...what I have to create...
The monsters in your dreams,
I will! Make real!
Just one more shot to go...Hold still!
Just listen to my words...
This is gonna hurt!
I am forsaken! The forsaken one!
Look into my eyes,
And see what I have done
I am forsaken, the forsaken one!
Look into my eyes...and see what I have become...
Left alone so long,
In my sleep
Dark emotions drifting,
Along in my
Literature
Bleed
My heart is an open book now,
I am standing here
And I will tell you this once more,
In case I wasn't clear
You are all that I am,
You are all that I need,
You are all that I see,
And for you I will bleed
Everything I bleed,
I bleed for you,
You know I do!
You never have to doubt me,
You know my heart is true!
Because everything I bleed...
I bleed for you...
I know I've said harsh words,
Yes, I know that they do wound,
But they are wrenched from my soul,
Because I worry for you
You are all that I dream,
Without you I just scream,
You are all that I believe,
And for you I will bleed
Everything I bleed,
I bleed for you,
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Hmmm so I literally just wrote this in like 5 minutes...kinda how I feel this morning I guess, woke up kinda sad, pretty sure I had a bad dream that I don't remember and has placed a worried mindset into me...anyhow I'm a worry wort lolz and I know what I'm worried about. But the poem, yes the poem...so it's about emotional and mental scars that are left on you from events that in your past and how those scars have changed you and made you who you are now either in a good or bad way. For instance for me the scars that have been etched deeper and deeper due to reoccurrences are ones that have affected the way I trust people...after being used so many times and screwed over and suspectantly (never really found out the truth) been cheated on it's become harder and harder for me to trust people but as the end of the poem goes...you have to learn to work with your scars, recognize them and change yourself how you want to be...as I've been trying to do
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The beginning just drew me in, gave me chills really! Brought back some of my own memories. I love how you used 'So break the bonds of wicked old' in both the third and last stanza. It stood out to me the first time, and even more the last. I also liked your description of the poem, goes along nicely. Scars change a person, for good or bad. But we should all take the cards which we have been dealt and do what we can. 'Take back the control', like you stated perfectly in your last line. Perfect ending to a beautifully haunting poem.
Great job!
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Great job!
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