a shell of who i used to be
the empty shell is what you see.
things taken never returned
extinguished the life that burned.
emptied and hollow
build a dam against emotion overflow.
i will keep what i have.
memories.
and walk.
unless she saves me.
a moment of silence for a once great nation,
i am not very optimistic either.
i look around me at what i see going down.
poverty becoming the new majority as prices go up.
gas prices, groceries, utilities....
i consider those of us to broke to have credit cards lucky,
we have less to lose.
i talk to my children about their future and wonder what future they will face.
in all likelyhood going off to fight a war that started before they even started school.
what has become of us?
our nation,
i fear she will someday lie in ruins.
(originally posted by me: Monday, June 23, 2008)
And one more thing, Love the World
yesterday i woke from a dream i had received an email message. it said "and one more thing, love the world. the message was from a person who i have never spoken to but i often see in forums and blogs.
i don't know why this person would send me any sort of message, let alone that one but i thought about it all day and in the evening i took hold of a pen and starting with the words in the email allowed the words to flow. not poetry but a collection of random thoughts. i find the pen and paper an honest medium, thought and language flow freely through it and some things which would be capitalized are not.
some punctuations are left out because that is how it was written from the clutter of my mind.
c
A message in a dream
What does it mean?
I spent so many years closed off.
I fear the stress would be to much for me
destiny?
Maybe it means more Tolerance?
Have I lied to myself?
feeling that by not saying anything negative I was being right somehow?
I have silenced myself.
when I was young I only showed the happy face
In doing so I sealed myself off from everyone
Now that i am grown I continue to keep the world an arms length away.
Hiding always hiding.
Why should I hide depression, anger and fear?
I am afraid
afraid of hurting those close to me
afraid those who like and respect me will turn their backs
afraid of ridicule
I feel safe hidden here.
No one seeing my inner darkness fear, grief
I wish i could speak freely
eloquently
I wish i could love those beyond my reach
Quiet the inner storm
at last find peace
release suspicion
open up myself for all to see
and one more thing...
Thinking what my life could have been
without the ones who held me down.
Didn't want me to escape
Held my head under the water
Hoping I would drown.
All my dreams were just so stupid
meaningless
I was so selfish.
To want something for myself
Put my dreams up on a shelf
Ignore them they get dusty.
What a fool to live my life
Someone elses rules
What is really true?
Love and fantasy
They both surround me
Safely in the arms
of the one born waiting for me
I've nothing more to fear
Should my life disappear
Someone will remember I was here
Remember all my dreams
all my hopes
Protect my legacy
Be born again
Search and he'll find me
Another go around
No one to hold me down
Shove my face deep underground
Hoping that I'll finally drown
Giving up all hope
No real way to cope
No one really cares
But the light I am seeking
The caress of a strangely familiar hand
Helping me to stand
Not really listening to music
but hearing "Looking Through the Glass" over and over as I wrote.
Aching black emptiness
A bottomless pit of despair
I feel sick.
My outside tries to smile
as my inside caves in.
Trying to hide what has no reason.
He feels it,
He knows I'm dying inside.
But doesn't know why.
Desperation
frustration
Homesickness
Listless
All excuses, not reasons.
The feeling is just what it is
It came from nowhere.
At this moment I could die
and just not care.
I still love.
Hope has just left me for the moment.
Sinking, blackness
sorrow feeling all around
consuming me and all I am
losing all control
tingling with pain
darkness in a fevered brain
the sensation not alive
fills my whole being.
Loneliness black midnight
Sorrows tears
Lovers arms empty
Holding me.
I feel his strength and hope as mine begins to ebb.
To die now would bring releif
Joy compared to nothing.
It is my life to be the eater of misery to ease the anguish of another.
I will be forever lonely.
death,greif,release,fear,agony,pain,suffering
I ache
Just being
Thats what I am.
Witch,blood of the gods flows in me.
Never before knowing love,
Love now sets me free.
Still loosely bound by tethers of the life before.
Reaching for the oaken door.
A new world awaits
breath abaits
heart stills
Love pulled me back.
Makes me want to live
give
where I would never give before.
would never give of myself just take.
Love makes me ache.
I yearn for the touch.
Passions kiss
love making bliss.
My heart,life,soul forever his.
Locked in a cage
from an early age
My love or sorrow never to show
Unwilling to feel.
It was my safety against the world.
All my life still reaching,
knowing someone was out there.
I could feel him searching too
A dream.
Always getting closer
Never finding recognizing
blind to the signs.
Barely brushing,never touching.
Joining,forces at work we cannot comprehend.
You were searching too.
I love the sight
the open vein
blood trickle to the floor
like rain
No pain
No sorrow
Misery a memory
What does this life hold for me?
My one great longing
To leave the world behind.
To be erased
Never did I exist
By no one to be missed
Never leaving a mark or a trace.
No one to mourn me
Faceless
Nameless
I never was here
Leave behind all pain and fear
No loved ones missing the presence of the unloved
Death
Blackness
Abyss
what I miss
Souls travel endless
never seeing
never touching
not knowing another soul is close
passing the oaken door
one hundred times
one hundred more
again and again
Pain so great
One cannot feel
A gaping wound so slow to heal
poisoned and festering
green with infection.
Black spidervein
reaching for the fevered brain
images of monsters and death
The mad only going insane
I am dying.
It's true
As I breath,
As the seconds tick past.
I feel so alone.
Every minute that passes,
So precious.
Bringing me closer to the unknown.
The children play.
They are dying too.
It started the moment of conception.
We play,
Watch cartoons,
Argue.
Strive for the perfect pleasure.
Search for the perfect partner.
So much time wasted,
Sleeping.
Fighting.
Working.
Life becomes a struggle to pay bills.
Watch cable TV.
Everyone on the death march.
Side by side Alone.
So different in their paths.
In the end each result the same.
We die...
Why do we try?
The game is so futile
Live til you die
fry in the fire.
Death is lifes gift
the fortunate do not suffer.
feeling the torment of long life.
The loveless black hole.
give nothing in return
Endless suffering to the loyal servant of the living in life draws a long last breath.
Lets out a sigh of releif.
On the day death comes for me I will meet her gratefully.
Arms outstretched, I will do as she commands
Join with death in loves last dance.
Alone
People fighting like demons
Children killing children
Fire wages
war killing
Dying noone cares
no emotions
fear hate war
all the same
No names, faces always faces
haunting the endless dreamer
the innocent killed the innocent
The children of someones mother
Those called brother
not really friends
Chains bonds against freedom
Seeking release
An end to pain
In the early morning darkness the feeling of despair. of loss of life
Harmony, grace.
Holding helpless to grief innocence long gone. stolen. Grief so deep, an endless poisoned well,
Putrid in color and smell.
Digging deep seeking,
never to find the clarity.
I begin to write and at first I don’t know what will come but the truth. Bitter like cheese after lemons. A bad taste for sure but the truth. What is truth I ask myself as I stall not wanting to admit, afraid to release my secret. Afraid that someone will tell. Fear is acrid, toxic, poisonous. It chokes me.
I have told lies to protect the truth, lies to protect myself. It is so lonely and my isolation is of my own doing. It rips at me, threatens to rip out a heart long dead. From lack of use, leaves a sucking black hole. My hell.
I created this, I deserve my punishment. No tears, no grief, for a heart long withered. A decision made, a fateful blow. Sword through a soul, my heart made still. I am done for.
I have slain the treacherous tongue with secrets to tell. No more to fear I will be discovered , the liar, the thief of years. No tears to be shed this day for thee!
Heart and tongue buried togethor in a shallow grave in a hidden wood.
My secret forever safe.
Spiral downward into darkness, ever descending into the fire.
Not feeling the flames as they seek to consume me, not wanting to wait for that time to arrive.
Pain is real but only for those who can feel. I cannot.
Bliss in eternity’s kiss, cradled in deaths cold steely embrace.
My heart aches for what cannot be understood. It feels like a weight on my chest.
My breathe is stolen from my chest by an invisible hand, the pain grows. This I can feel.
Why has he come to see me? Will he leave without a kiss?
Will he leave without me?
Alone I sit and wait for the pain to stop. It is never ending. The pain of desolation,darkness, despair. A black eyed man with Raven hair.
Love
Pure endless stark. It waits for me at the end of despair.
Hopeless, endless. I will never see it.
Alone we begin, Harsh unforgiving light, air forcing itself upon us, forcing us to live.
The darkness a first memory, noises toys like giants, people jibbering like idiots, If they only knew who I am.
The first steps a child takes begin the journey from safety into the cold.
School is a nightmare endure the constant loneliness or endure the constant teasing, both just another form of torment.
To grow up knowing you are bad, evil.
What if someone sees the ebony, the oozing black infection within my soul.
Will they run or worship.
Will I casually rip the flesh from their bones, discard them when I’m finished.
Used up, Dry, a waste.
A succubus awaiting another victim sucking the life out of everything I touch until there is no more.
The lucky ones escape my grip and grateful begin their life anew, Reborn in the light until I see them again.
Do they remember me? how do they remember? The smile on a moonless night, the desolation that fills their hearts when they miss my icy touch.
The lucky ones escaped yet one remains trapped in the lair with his cage door open, curious is he afraid.
I think afraid but not of me.
Who am I to fear?
A demon HAH, not hardly.
I have a heart and a heart can bleed and fester and fill with pus to poison this deadly succubus.
COMMENTS
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Angelus
01:52 Dec 13 2008
..or, in my case, 'Hollow' within a mask.