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Poetry corner again The arrow I am mortally wounded in my soul, the fletching sticks out through my chest. I did not want to feel this, did not want this, but it has happened. Pierced through by eros's arrow, the innocent victim of love. I did not want to love. I wanted to keep feeling nothing, be numb. That bastard cupid! What right has he to make me feel something I do not want to feel? I soon succumb to the feelings of euphoria that wash over me. I run to the one I am now smitten with, only to have her laugh and walk away. Damn you, cupid, mortally wounded again! The serpent of life Were it that I no longer felt pain, or just glimpsed the beauty of heaven. I am a mere mortal however, bound in the serpent's coil called life, ever squeezing and constricting me until I cannot take much more. The venomous fangs that bite my flesh send me into a euphoric state from which there is no end, but I fight it, falling into a deep dark abyss of oblivion. Confused I don't know which way to turn. The one I long to see has not come to my cell for a long time. Has she forgotten me in the prison she has locked me in, where she has stolen my heart. Oh the agony of solitude, the pain of my need growing each day to see her, to hear her voice. I feel abandoned, and desperate for her touch. I sink into the shadows with no escape. I know I shall never see the light of day reflected in her face again, I am lost for eternity. My Angel Wrap your wings around me, my angel of mercy. Keep me safe from the darkness and madness I so crave to be part of. I am terrified of what I have become. No longer human in my psyche, and I need your protection. I wish to be in the light even though I was born of darkness. Take me to the heights you fly in, save me from the depths I belong to. I beg of you, I implore you. For without your grace, I am lost. An Eagle's Tale I soar, ever watchful for prey. My wings unfurl and catch the wind that takes me higher into the skies. I am free to fly above the earth, no sorrow is in me when I fly, no burden do I bear. My spirit is free, and my heart is full of joy. I fly even higher, and I feel I can touch the sun, I am so high above the clouds. My wings start to feel heavy, and I begin to fall. I have flown too high, and the spirit of the air feels I am too proud of my flight. She places ice upon my wings to humble me. I plummet, and cannot spread my wings. As I fall, I scream for help, my cries become shrieks as the earth draws near. The sun hears me and has mercy. He melts the ice, and sends warm winds to hold me aloft. I land softly at my aerie, never to tempt the spirit of the air again. Why? Why does my heart ache so? I am loved, and yet i feel alone in a crowd. I have friends, but no one visits my heart. Everyone wants me, yet I am always left by the wayside. Is there none to just love me for me? Who wants me for my soul, my spirit? I have so much love inside, I give it away, but get no true love in return, only pain. I feel dead, numb, and wanting to pull away, but I will always return, because I always have the one flaw in my heart.....HOPE. AWAY For so long, I have wanted you, needed you, but have been apart from you. Never have I thought someone could invade my mind, my heart and taken a hold. I thought I was in control, but now I find myself wandering through the dark places, wondering if I shall never be whole again. I take joy in the fact you love me, and that we might be one. I know I am not wandering for long, that the one I need is there beside me when I need her. No longer do I thirst, but I am starved without you. Come satiate my appetite, my love, and be part of me again Invisible domain I remain invisible for the hurt is a lot to bear. No where to run to, no where to turn. No one can see my kingdom, no one can feel the pain. Alone in solitude, no help in sight.I risk making myself seen by those around me, and they mock me, calling me the king of fools. Then I see a little girl who comes to me with a single flower. Bright hope is in her eyes, and she tells me never to fear again, for the flower will grow and give my heart a reason to not hurt anymore. As I take the bloom, she fades from view, but her words linger still, for she is the flower and the flower is her. I ask her name, and she tells me "hope". I visit her every day, and care for her, and she grows in my heart. I am never alone again. The Pit Looking into the pit, searching its darkness and knowing it awaits me down there, it smells my fear. This darkness is part of me, I cannot refuse its call. I have to go in, to seek it out and destroy it, even though it means my death. I cannot let it hurt others as it has destroyed my spirit. I lower myself in, alone, offering myself to the darkness as a sacrifice for all the others it wants. No more will they be afraid, for I will draw the darkness into me, and then cast myself into the abyss. Never to be seen or heard from again, but at least the others will be free to walk in the light. The Gaze The fog rolls in as I approach her. She senses my presence and begins to run, but something stops her and she turns to me. She looks deep into my eyes and captures my thoughts. It is my turn to feel fear. She knows what I am thinking, my deepest desires, and she has no fear of me. I cower under her gaze. Her mercy causes me pain. I don't want her here, leave me in agony. Don't love me! Don't love me! Too late, the damage done. |
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Why does my heart ache so? I am loved, and yet i feel alone in a crowd. I have friends, but no one visits my heart. Everyone wants me, yet I am always left by the wayside. Is there none to just love me for me? Who wants me for my soul, my spirit? I have so much love inside, I give it away, but get no true love in return, only pain. I feel dead, numb, and wanting to pull away, but I will always return, because I always have the one flaw in my heart.....HOPE. I feel that way so often. And sometimes I curse hope... it is me, at my core. But sometimes it's nice to feel numb.
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I know. That damn HOPE makes me want to just run away from her at times. Numb is nice , if like in Pink Floyd's song, "I have become comfortably numb."
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