Poems, I haven't been on in awhile.... Options

[Sa-Chan]

I haven't had my net in awhile cause of Hurricane Ivan....*grumble* but I wrote a lot of new poems...


Demon Carousel
By: Savannah Harrison

Who has time for tears?
Not confronting, but followed by your fears.
Laying on a cold, dirty tile floor,
Staring blankly, disturbed to the very core.
Riding a carousel of flesh and blood,
Standing, drenched to the knees in mud.
Rain pours endlessly, watched by children through the glass,
Those that observe find stress in a haunting mass.
People with lovers will find them quite dead,
Either in a gurney or somewhere inside their head.
Those with hearts will soon scream and ache,
The aftermath is chilling; much like rape.
The sun doesn't rise here,
It's always cold, and light is never near.
I feel what you feel,
In this world it's kill or be killed.
These eyes always find something in which to crave,
In these monsters there is no soul left to be saved.
Creatures resembling babies crawl around black and blue,
What is there to say, here dark is a favorite hue.
Witchers are seen on corners dancing for the devil,
Here, those that live and breath are truly rebels.
Now, this turn is the demon carousel's last,
You'll never leave again; forget what you know; the past is the past.
This is the place inside my mind called "LAIR",
The last thing to say is love was never meant to be such a crazy affair.


Breathing
By: Savannah Harrison

What would you do if I just stopped breathing,
If I just held my breath to destroy air.
If I just gave up as my life force was fleeing,
Let the spots before my eyes appear.
What would happen if oxygen my brain did lack,
Would you cry, would you mourn; maybe scream for help?
What if the image before my eyes fades to black,
Now, forever suffocating in this inner self-contempt.
Would I feel pain as my lungs cave in?
Maybe hear the sirens ringing from down the street.
Close your eyes, dear; try to count to ten,
Maybe when it's over you'll forget.
Pick up the cordless, and dial three numbers on the phone,
Talk to the monotone voice; asking what's wrong.
It's sad that you'd hate it so much if I left you alone,
Sad that you didn't notice how long I've been gone.
What would you do if my heart then stopped beating,
Dying inside myself, my feelings explode.
The last moment shared together will be extremely fleeting,
Talking to a dead girl; the hero's to late.
The funeral procession now seems to start,
Memories lost; memories found.
The dead and the living forever will part,
What would you do if I just stopped breathing?


Broken
By: Savannah Harrison

Broken on the inside, hidden inside my skin.
Lost inside these fantasies, giving into sin.
Counting seconds as slow as years.
Stuck to drown in sorrow; stuck to drown in tears.
Walking and brainless; a doll on a chain.
Driving like the dead, in the wrong lane.
Giving into silken words of honeyed praise.
Left abandoned, left alone, left in lonely craze.
The clock has stopped its moving, relieving us of time.
Confront by my demons; just another nightmare of mine.
When you said you loved me, my tongue was so tied.
But it wasn't so long before you said that you lied.
These cursed and bloody memories I cannot block.
The door to my heart I will soon try to lock.
And once it is closed I will lose the key.
To bad it was the real me you failed to see.
Echoing words, "It's time to wake up".
Given the poison to drink from a cup.





I'll add more later...