"Claimed"

I promise not to speak
But tears continue to leak
I fall before my bed
As I lightly hit my head

I wait for you to talk
Or start to walk
I need a band-aid
To heal the mess I've made

No one comprehends
Everyone pretends
They lightly touch
But scared to hug too much

I've let everyone win
As they watch me die in sin
It's broken words
That fell from your lips

All these moments were captured with my eyes
As the happy moment dies
I'm stained
And I've never been claimed

Dinia Midian Cevilix

A cold wind blows through the air, papers rustle.
The dampness seeps into the very substance of my being.
I taught you to walk, but then you ran away from me.
Such a simple truth avoided by an even simpler lie.
Ancient wounds spread across my pale flesh.
Something's killing me.

My frozen fingertips grasp at reality.
I scrape harmlessly away at what that keeps me on the outside.
Shivers rack my spine, sending me into convulsions on the floor.
Slowly the dust gathers in my hollow bones.
Disease spreads through my veins, I gasp silently for one last breath.
Something's killing me.

Skewed thoughts take form in my fragile mind.
Emptiness no more - I laugh as the darkness surrounds me.
Hands reach out for my soul, I try to escape.
I cannot run.
I cannot scream.
Something's killing me.

You break me open, turn out the lights.
Let the shadows fade with my body.
Claws scrape against the floor.
A scream awakens me from my sleep.
I am no longer here.
Something's killing me.

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Originally posted by lobochick13:
OhMyBex>>>who is the love/lust poem to if you don't mind me asking. It sounds super deep and problematic.


bex

Its actually about society forcing me to keep my mouth shut for fear of being cast out...lol or something along those lines but i like the interpretation of lust/love and now that i am older i can see how that is applied

Allpoetry can be addictive.

Hopeless Wandering

Existence is a game; nothing is eternal in its being.
Stars broken, rivers dried, empty vessels, tainted pride.
But maybe there is light, maybe there is water.
Maybe there's hope of finding what is forever lost.
Bonded by an invisible thread not even death can separate,
It is but a mere divide, too weak to break
The bonds that human sufferings make.
But the river scarce does breathe, and all there is left is a belief
In existence, in another realm, in life after death
To support the thin web of relations,
To know what you belong to the eternal,
That which has been and which will be
Even after you cease to be, engulfing you within.

OhMyBex>>>who is the love/lust poem to if you don't mind me asking. It sounds super deep and problematic.


bex

Who doth I address this to?
For mine whose pagnes unknown to you
I hath no key to enter the gate
The entryway to my own disgrace
My mind forsaken by an adulterous maw
Unable to communicate my own thought
Lest i be punished, L'est i be chided
A secret solitary to merely gods finding
For never shall such estranged words breech these lips

Hey, I've succumbed to my old addiction. I'm on allpoetry again. Shoot me. Uh, my new id is "lyneun"

Thank you, all of you for kind words.

I have another poem, but I will not post it until later.

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Jenos, I am in love with that poem.

ditto.

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And so I lie, a twisted soul in a blackened pit of my own dark existence.

this sentence is pure awesome...like dwn said am in love with ur poem jenos...

dwm ur poem reminds of a freind i just lost to cancer...i love it...

Thank you WaveMaster, I like your poem as well. And I apologize for the letter not getting to you. Briefly I was working three jobs, now two, and I have just been so busy.

Jenos, I am in love with that poem.

Opening

I said I was 50 feet,
underneath the ground,
and that I was swirling
in my despair
But no one heard me
A "what's wrong, wanderer"
would have kept the tears
from falling at your expense
Truly, why try anymore?
You are no friend of mine
You are no friend of mine.
You move away when I need you,
When I'm crying to you!
Why Brother!
My loved brother...
Why are you gone my friend,
why are you gone
I close my eyes and I see
your beautiful smiling face,
But when I open them,
You're not there,
and I'm all alone again

Forever Haunted

And so it begins.
These fragile lives are lead out before the very minds that hold them.
Freedom is futile, choice is naught but your destined path in life.
Life, this poor excuse for a righteous living.
What is life but to show you the pain of living?
Death - the only true escape from pain.
And so one must be dead to experience true freedom.

Mankind is nothing more than a cancer that infests this world.
They seek, they maim, they destroy, they kill.
Or at least they will until they kill themselves with pointless wars over pointless causes.
That is why I despise man, it makes me glad that I can be separated, though slightly, from such brutal and terrible monsters.
At least the others, rejected - respect life for what it is.
Live with it in a peaceful coexistence.

It was peaceful until the negative effects of the mass media skewed our images.
Our pure selves were nothing but a shallow core beneath a clouded mask of fear and insecurity.
Mankind fears what it cannot understand.
Unfortunately for them there is much they do not understand.
Science is their god, their saviour, their escape from anything rational.
They beg for science to explain everything, when they know that deep within themselves lies the truth - not all things can be explained.

And so I lie, a twisted soul in a blackened pit of my own dark existence.

Prayer to an Absent God

Lord,
Protect those
Who can’t protect themselves
Feed those
Who know hunger better
than they know their fathers
Carry those
Knocked down to their knees
Heal those
Ravaged by disease
Answer those
Kneeling by their beds
Show those
Searching for the way
Understand those
No longer doing so
Calm those
Not willing to agree

But most importantly …

Forgive them Father they know not what they do
Forgive them for being so weak they would rather be initiated
Forgive them for being so hungry they would rather knock over the 7-11
Forgive them for being so low they would rather keep falling
Forgive them for being so sick they would rather be dead
Forgive them for being so faithful they would rather pray
Forgive them for being so lost they would rather not be found
Forgive them for being so faithless they would rather sin
Forgive them for being so angry they would rather curse God than pray to Him

Forgive us Father for we know not what we do
But we know
We are still weak
We are still hungry
We are still low
We are still sick
We are still faithful
We are still lost
We are still faithless
We are still angry

But most importantly …

We are still praying
We are still waiting

ANSWER US… I DARE YOU.

GreenLeaf: I will help you kill Snape!

ItalianStallion: Amen

Alrighty then.

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You're just doing it to bug us, so go start your own thread. Eru. . .

Nothing could be further from the truth. We wrote these poems to express our true feelings from the depths of our souls. These poems, or rather works of genius, are a reflection of our very being and as such are forwarding the goals of poetry by truly reflecting human nature and the strife that lies within all of us. If you are offended by such poetry, it is by your own doing.

You're just doing it to bug us, so go start your own thread. Eru. . .

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Stop plauging this topic with pointless bull****.

Wah wah wah. Just because you don't agree with and/or appreciate what we can offer to the poetic society, don't censor us. Or keep whining, it keeps us entertained.