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A few poems of mine (Please do not steal from me, these are original poems that I have written):
Trapped Awakening
Answers inside our empty smiles, our shifting eyes
A reality full of many truths but still more lies
A wave of hope, crashing down to meet its fate
We cannot understand love when all we have known is hate
The links and the bonds that can never be severed
Blank faces and faint whispers that nothing lasts forever
The tears that fall for our broken dreams
Our quiet words that are filled with echoing screams
Eyes that can never see, secrets we can never confide
Our souls set on fire, our spirits entwined
We are the black at the heart of the flame
Mere pieces in destiny's twisted games
In the end we cannot wish, we cannot feel
We are all fake, pretending that we're real
We are souls that have been banished and exiled
We are not what you see see, we are trapped behind our smiles
Despair
Sleep will not come to us, it will not relieve our pain
Sleep will not take over us, we are one and the same
Whispers will not silence our screams and our sighs
Whispers will not block out the despair that opens our eyes
Time cannot awaken us from our eternal rest
Time cannot change the heart and will of the obsessed
We are the insomnia, the raging disease and the sick
We are the suspended waiting for something to click
We are filled with hate, we are the chosen
I close my eyes but despair forces them open
I Could, But You...
I could tell you a story but you don't want to listen
I could let you cry, but your tears won't glisten
I could tell you about triumph, but you would walk away
I could show you the night, but you can only see the day
I could tell of thunder, but you can't feel the rain
I could show you death, but you can't understand the pain
I could sing you a song, but your ears are deaf to me
I could show you true love, but you would look and not see
I could teach you of hatred, but you go through life without a care
I could tell you to glance, but you would only stare
I could tell you of loyalty, but you can only relate to treason
I could set you free, but you wouldn't know the reason
I could tell you to stand straight, but you lie curled
I could tell you to live, but you are dead to the world
Alternate Reality
If skies were made of destiny,
And thunder formed out of hate,
Tears would be built from loathing
And sickness from our fates
If sadness was made of mischief,
And darkness created from sorrow,
The black would block out the joy in our day
And the sun wouldn't rise tomorrow
If love was made of air,
And madness formed our rain,
We'd be choking on our secrets
And drowning with the insane
If hope was brought from ashes,
And death spawned from fire,
Would it be enough to remember our sins?
And our long-forgotten desires?
You know what's weird? I'm not depressed or anything like that, but dark poetry is so much fun to write...
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