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 Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:46 am
Well, I guess if you're reading dark poetry, you should know a little about the person who wrote it. I love to write, and I always have. It's my way to express myself. I usually don't share my poems because I don't want anybody to steal them, but I'll trust you guys not to steal them. So read into my black hole...
~Pain~
I walk in disgrace
with a lowered face,
fake smile in place
I cry with shame
and burn in pain
for my attempts were stupid and vain
your face burns my every thought
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, I can't say I'm not
if I try to keep you happy and lie
you discover the truth and cry
a broken heart, dead and cold
truth said bold
a love denied
a shattered heart cried
Time heals wounds, tis a lie
it just makes you strong enough to hide
the pain that rages deep within
I'm the lover of a Man Of Tin
so I walk, I cry, I burn
I think, I lie, you cry
time passes...
I hide
~The Weight of the World (This is one of my alltime favorites. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT)~
I don’t know how someone could treat people the way they do
Leave them broken inside, black and blue
And they walk around an empty shell
Mind and heart in the depths of hell
The weight of the world is on my shoulders
Each falling tear a ton of boulders
And every time I lend a hand
It’s marked on my back with a burning brand
But I could never let a crying pain
Scream out loud and die in vain
There is a job that must be done
Broken souls with trust to be won
I collect painful memories from anyone
The weight of the world is on my shoulders
Each falling tear a ton of boulders
And every time I lend a hand
It’s marked on my back with a burning brand
But I could never let a crying pain
Scream out loud and die in vain
The pain is addicting to me
but better than cutting to bleed
Pain never goes away
Attached in your mind and there to stay
And yet somehow we grow strong enough
to ignore the pain and put up a happy bluff
The weight of the world is on my shoulders
Each falling tear a ton of boulders
And every time I lend a hand
It’s marked on my back with a burning brand
But I could never let a crying pain
Scream out loud and die in vain
And so each tear that falls
Will walk me through the abandoned halls
Of people who used to care
But whose hearts are no longer there
I will hold each trembling hand
Help release the torment that comes from within
I will feel the hurt, but why should that matter
Am I too nice for my own good?
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:41 pm
Honestly, dear, you speak to me. I can see you put a lot of yourself in your work--true passion.
"Time heals wounds, tis a lie
it just makes you strong enough to hide"
It's so simple, but I never looked at it that way. Some parts of ~Pain~ sound a little rocky, but the feeling and meaning is known and I'm with you on that.
I can see why ~The Weight of the World~ is one of your favorites. It sounds like you give a lot of yourself for others while trying to hold up your own. You kind of describe yourself as the only light that survived from the fading embers and you want to send that light to those who need it most.
That's what I get from your work and that's what I've felt for a long time--which is why I am going to be a psychologist. lol...thanks for waking me up again.
-Much Love
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:20 am
Thank you. I really appreciate your comments. You got exactly from the poems what I wanted readers to get.
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