Easier To Cry
12:10 Aug 28 2007
Times Read: 559
Easier To Cry
Do you lie in the meadow of deep despair?
Are the storm clouds overhead about to strike fear
In the very core of your soul?
Is it safe to be alone?
Do you ever hope for rain
So that no one sees your pain?
Is it easier to cry
When there is somewhere you can hide?
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My Immortal Master
20:27 Aug 25 2007
Times Read: 567
My Immortal Master
In fear I have sought Him out
Trembling have I stepped from the shadows
My purpose unknown
With head held downward
I have agonized
Should I lift my eyes to meet His gaze
Would He strike me down
Would He leave me to naught
Destroyed and broken
This spirit unmended
What has He to do with me
A lowly servant among so many
Nothing am I to such power
Such awesome strength
Wielding His forces
With effortless will
Yet, I have come to Him
Waiting here
Seeking wisdom
Drawing from His strength
I wait in the dim light of His chamber
As He steps out of the shadows
Into that flicker light
I see Him with dread
Terror binds me
My breath caught
Unable to respire
His hand lifts to me
I bow at His feet
Offering me servitude
To his highest
To Him
Will I be forced to leave
His awesome presence
Or will my sacrifice be recognized
I grope for air as I kiss His shoes
Wondering if I will survive
Or will my life be lost
Will I die without hail or furrow
Will I be torn to shreds
By His terrible wrath
And be cast aside
No mourning
No sorrow for my plight
Ah but His hand rests
Atop my menial head
Lifted to my feet
I am offer his deadly kiss
My Immortal Master
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Another From The Archives...
19:22 Aug 24 2007
Times Read: 574
This is a poem about cutting...
A Single Blade
In the deepest chasm of my soul
There deforms a force so bold
All ration is scattered to the wind
As pain again befriends
Boiling to the surface
Darkness replace
The light of truth
Shadowed in darkest hues.
Action becomes reality
Tools to find peace in me
Cold
Hard
Coursing pain
Comes together in a single blade
Sting...
The slice it's not that deep
A little more, oh... the ecstasy...
To feel...
To know...
The flagrant need...
I am still alive...
To bleed...
To see...
There is yet life inside of me.
Deeper...
The gash it goes
Breathing faster
My body reposed
A sense of erotic
Power in this foe
The flagrant need
Almost hypnotic
The sensation knows.
Sting...
The slice it's very deep
A little more, oh... the ecstasy...
To feel...
To know...
I am still alive...
To bleed...
To see...
There is yet life inside.
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From The Archives
14:18 Aug 19 2007
Times Read: 582
Pain
Why won't this pain go away?
It lingers hiding much too deep.
The fingers lurking, forcing my heart to constrict.
Piercing the depths of my soul
with a morbidly frigid cold.
The arms embrace me in shadowy darkness
Void and Emptiness are my friends.
Touch of despair, or was that a handful?
Leaves me breathless and cold.
It never seems to end.
The constant murmuring blend.
My heart can't take anymore.
It is withered and sore.
Much to my soul, it's vast resounding pool
The persistent bleeding wound reopened.
Pain...
So cold...
So deep...
So old...
Freedom Of Pain
Why is pain such a close friend of mine?
Why do I thrive on what I don't understand?
What causes me to show so much emotion when
It seems that nobody really cares.
Oh, I have my circle of friends that love me.
And I know they do, they tell me everyday.
They support me, guide me, lead me by the hand.
I couldn't ask for none better.
But, there is a place so deep inside, that no one
Ever sees.
It lingers, teetering on the edge of sanity.
My longing for what hurts.
I am not a fool.
I do not believe in the things of the past.
I know I've gone through it, but that was only a dream.
Still, I hope for something that just seems to slip my grasp.
Pain,
It is all I know.
It follows me everywhere I go.
I must bend to its will.
The shadow that encompasses me, never allows me the light.
It never lets me see the freedom I hope for.
Lust, is close behind.
I lust after the pain I want and long for.
But if I give in, the whole world becomes enraged.
Just one moment.
Only one cut.
Let me bleed just a little.
I long to feel its blessing....
"Pain"© 2005, The WindStormy. All rights reserved.
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"Freedom Of Pain"© 2005, The WindStormy. All rights reserved.
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COMMENTS
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NymzanSusauren
07:43 Jun 20 2009
Why do think I am so addicted to the rain?
I used it for a place to hide my silent tears until now it represents a cleansing of my soul. Each time it rains I can feel my burdens and sorrows washing away with it.
Hiding my tears in a storm until the storm itself WAS the embodiment of my tears. Now, I am happy every time it rains. Goodness fills my heart with every dark clowd in the sky.
You can only see the light (rays of sun) through the darkest skies (thick rain clowds). Beauty lies where you see it...Rain is my beauty.
Jenna Karro