Three Recent Poems, "The Fall", "Take Care", and "Pain" |
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Three Recent Poems, "The Fall", "Take Care", and "Pain" |
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*all poems are mine. written, edited, and everything else by me.*
The Fall for all the while i hated everyone and everything then one night i realized this world is surreal so real it's such terror it's such joy every day is like screaming each scream is a dropping bomb what is this pain i feel? if it went away, even for one day i'd cease to be this broken fragment, this sadistic need this craving that i must feed i must be loved i must be in love i must be in trouble i'm unwinding, i'm thinking "this will never end" my feelings hold me captive, my love teathers me to the ground i'm a reject i'm a fallen angel my wings have turned to stubs my halo is made of thorns my middle name is sacrifice my dying wish was to fly i forgot to ask how high i got too close to love my wings began to melt, my heart became black, it had never felt this is me, this is me i called out, came crashing down what is this, this thing called love? all i know is that it caused my fall from above my wings are stubs, pathetic nubs i'll never fly again the wounds i have will never heal touch me,lover,so that i can feel chase the cold from these bones chase the fear from my heart, my dear be my everything, leave me nothing i want to be by your side i want the truth to hide from us, i'm not an angel and you're not a liar you're reliable, and i'm deniable for once in our lives, let's be true let's be me and you nothing more and nothing less, you don't have to dress your Sunday best you don't have to dress at all just stand by me, hold me, catch me when i fall I wrote this after my boyfriend moved to Nebraska. We had a fight via phone. It's about me feeling like I fell apart when I fell in love, lost all control when he left, and how I wanted him to be there with me. Take Care i wake up screaming, ice cold and a sound so bold it wakes the neighbors where's my love? the morning should be dark and the night should be pitch black i don't want to think i don't want to dream i just want to leave everyone and everything behind i've spent my life on a track always wanting to turn back i've sat on the sidelines waiting to be picked i've taken my licks gotten sick and held it inside turn the lights out curl up into a little ball the tears make the lines upon my face a bit more human a bit more female hold me and you feel stronger your voice cracks over a distance struggling to hold on to the dignity you claimed you'd find i could say a thousand good-byes i could cry a hundred times but you'd just repeat the replies you spent an hour rehearsing and expect me to comply with your notions of how things should be. I wrote this after having a conversation with him about the reasons why he'd left me. He left me so he could go with his dad (whom he didn't really know) and get a job. It seemed like every time I talked to him, he fed me lines about the experience making him a better person. It all seemed so forced on his behalf, like he didn't believe it but he expected me to believe what he was saying. Pain been holdin' the bottle shoulda been holdin' you but my arms are snakes meant to destroy you and i cannot go that easily my venom will strike at the center of your heart and seek to start the pain that chokes you and sucks your life away oh i hope you die a pitiful death and i hope it hurts i hope you'll never rest i hope you sleep on a bed of nails and bleed to death in your sleep no cure for the pain, no escape from your brain this is me controlling you and you dying in the grasp of me. i will hurt you take you down why do you even want me around? i bring you nothing i bring you pain i'm a daily reminder of your shame why do you want me? is it so you have something to claim? This poem is about how I hate being treated like I'm insignificant and not worth the effort on his behalf. He's always telling me that other girls would appreciate him more and that I'm ungrateful and a bitch because I don't worship the ground he walks on...I'm too strong-willed. *sigh*....a relationship provides the best material for poetry... ![]() |
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