worry

The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

 

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

 

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

 

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

Love Never Goes Away

I think about you every day,

these memories never seem

to go away,

 

I know its you who I love the most,

 

I'm going to have to live with these

feelings for the rest of my life

 

Always worrying about what happened

to you; if I caused you to suffer.

 

Wondering if you ever think about me in

the way I think about you

 

I hope you live a good life,

I wish I could tell you that I love you

but I'll never get to see you again anyways

 

I wrote this poem, only for you and no one else,

because your the only one that I love deep down

 

I've had dreams about you that we meet again,

when I see people that look like you, I immediately think of you,

it causes me much pain.

 

These feelings are never going away,

always in my heart will you remain

 

Life is not fair

and often denies you what you want most

 

You are always reminded of your failures

you can never escape your past

 

Love will imprison you for life,

but I would not have it any other way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The one who I really love. My true love. I don't usually write often about this subject, because I keep it deep within. Its hard to talk about.

 

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I am Worried about You

I am worried about you,


As a father becomes tense of his daughter’s safety,


The same thing happens to me too,


Since you are my everything literally.


 

Whenever you are alone and far away,


Like Oskar's drum in The Tin Drum my heart starts beating,


Since eve teasers taunt the beautiful girls everyday,


I keep on thinking about your wellbeing.


 

Like a Trojan soldier I pray to God for your safety,

 

While solitary I am in this secluded city!

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No Escape

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Self Loathing

I’m alone in a darkened room

Laying curled up on the floor

With silence haunting; heavy clouds

The rain bleeds down, ever more.

                                                  

The cold air slithers round

 Wrapping its eager piercing claws

Around my throat, so tightly bound

Numbing my heart of everything but flaws

 

Tears stream like rivers

Out of my blackened waterfall spouts

Damning the world of happiness

While I’m living in my world of doubt

 

This floor is cracked and jaded

This soul a mirror of what’s felt

Erasing all the good that lay prints

Searching for hidden sunshine to melt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enter My Fear

All of the welcoming emotion suddenly dies.
and the darkness shrouds the land in only misery's cries.

 

Enter grief!
A timeless ocean. 
Trapped of despair, trapped without relief
Enter the moon!
Endless racing of the thoughts.
Including you alone, trapped dead inside an empty room

The dead is holding you stiff once more!
Staring into your eyes, never have you felt so gone before

The time comes again, to pit against all that is you
Will you ever find the part of you that is actually true?

Paint the sky bleak
Consider everything we cannot speak

The one painting with the sun I painted as a child is lost.
Reality has broken the barrier, this is the ultimate cost



 

apprehensive

comfortably nestled in between two rocks 

 

above the stillness overlooking the small village

 

flattened black tar rooftops

 

steep cobblestone paved streets

 

winding around the southern tip of the mountain

 

a bicycle ride away

 

too far to touch the bitter memories

 

my gaze is locked into a numbing trance

 

time stands still

 

 

12:49 AM 7/6/2013 ©

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

apprehension

who am i?

 

when all confidence has left you,

and you feel bereft of love,

forsaken by those who claimed they cared,

that's when i'll fit you like a glove.

 

i'll wait behind your neediness,

and use arrogance, he's my friend,

i'll have you projecting all of me 

onto children, women, and men.

 

that's when i do my finest work,

and all of me i'll bring,

when others up and leave you,

i'll infect you, and do my thing.

 

my presence will be cunning,

my manipulation sly,

i'll have you wrapped around me,

you won't even ask yourself why.

 

the more of you i can consume,

the larger we become,

to contaminate all is what i want,

'cause YOUR pain, to me, is FUN!

 

a fiendish scowling wimp, you see,

a psychopath, my dear,

enjoying all your suffering,

your kidnapper...i'm fear.

 

 

 

 

10:07 AM 6/22/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the only thing to ever fear, is fear itself. ~franklin d. roosevelt~

 

and that's the truth.

 

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Fear's House Of Mirrors

fear is the king 

 

of a coward's delight,

 

fear rules illusions

 

that cloud all fools' sight,

 

fear wants compliance

 

adoration and praise,

 

fear becomes arrogance

 

when you challenge his gaze,

 

turning the tables around 

 

can be bliss,

 

when I make friends with fear

 

his intentions I twist,

 

fear uses everyone

 

and makes them his slaves,

 

fear turns the souls 

 

of some dead in their graves,

 

fear teases weaknesses 

 

of youth and of old,

 

fear changes hearts of warmth

 

into stone cold,

 

fear is the god 

 

that brings glory to killing,

 

fear is the god 

 

that makes the spineless willing,

 

motivation of many is controlled by fear,

 

due to principles twisted,

 

and virtues unclear,

 

many will use fear,

 

unwilling to see,

 

their fears are controlling them

 

clear as can be,

 

if ever you see one who 

 

worries too much,

 

believe it is fear that is

 

gaining their trust,

 

 

fear is a mirror


when we've lost our way,

 

that tells us "forget love, honey...


I'm your hero...please stay?"

 

misguided people fall into fear's rut,

 

they slip and fall in,


losing touch with their gut,

 

banish your worries


and live in the now,

 

To strongarm your fears,


honeybun, this is how!!

 

 

6:57 PM 6/19/2013 ©

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Part of a Collaberation

The Weeping Willow.

The Weeping Willow cries her tears, for all her poor leaves lost.

That drift away to explore the land, no matter what the cost.  

She weeps and weeps for many days, until her eyes begin to sing.

She doesn't want the sun's sweet rays. She wants to wallow in her suffering.

 

The Weeping Willow is so alone, for all her leaves have gone.

Her branches hang so depressed, she cannot not seem to move on.

Her poor little leaves all red and brown, all along the floor.

So she weeps and cries as her little ones die, til she cannot take anymore. 

 

The Weeping Willows leaves return, but she is sad and contrite.

Cause, all these aren't her usual leaves, these have all gone white.

She asks her love, the winter wind, to blow and to send them all away.

But no matter how veryhard it blows, the leaves are determined to stay.

 

Alas the sad hopeless Weeping Willow wakes, to the sun shining down  once more,

And her leaves are back so healthy and full, so much green galore.

She asks them where they have gone? Where they traveled from this place?

And how did they return re-attached through all this time and space?

                                                                      

The Weeping willow weeps again, but no longer from sorrow.

She knows her leaves will leave and return, as surely as tomorrow.

Now her cries have been heard, both sad, and happy.

But at least her leaves have returned to their mother... the tree.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Basically a mother's love and worry for her children when they leave her presence. She longs for them back but when they return (winter) they've changed. But when they return once more she realizes they are the same. Smile 

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