Post by Unpredictable on Sept 12, 2006 3:06:34 GMT -5
Alright. I've got far too many poems to post them all at once. But I'll keep adding a few every so often. They're not the brightest of poems. I'm not even sure if they qualify as poetry. I'd just like to ask for no flames please. If you don't like them, don't read.
Okay, first, I 'replaced' the lyrics in Good Riddance [time of your life] with my own. It also, happens to be one of my worst ever. xP Oh well.
#1
I'm riding shotgun
In my own pilot-less life
I'm living a nightmare
That is full of stress and strife
It's full of memories
And pain that won't wear off
I try to cry
But all I can do is cough
There's crisis after crisis now
And yeah, I know that's why
When it comes to tears, my eyes are dry
I now know the three d's by heart
Death, divorce, defeat
They've taken the wheel of my life
And shoved me into the back seat
While I'm surviving this corruption
The time seems to grow wings
And I am not effected
By the horrors each day brings
It's like I've been frozen in ice
I'm numb beyond belief
That's my secret for dealing with this grief
(Ew. GD's got it so much better. <3 xP)
#2
And so she lay there, hush and still as the fresh-fallen flurries
Dark scarlet streams run from her self- induced wounds
They seep into the never-ending pool of frost surrounding her
Pure white snow slowly takes the coloring of a raven's wing
In a field abandoned as the sky on a starless night
A single figure sleeps soundly in a bed of frozen grass
Her slim crimson red dress flows on the soft whistling winter wind
The only movement seen, besides the great birds of death circling over-head
The blinding bright sun reflects off the snow-covered earth
The solitary dark pool around the body in red
Slowly creeps out to the edges like a corrupting ocean
A soothing sight to the eye of the creature of the night
The creature of the night despises the light
It victimizes any who dare to promote it
Every flake of snow will play the victim this time
But not before the figure in red
The creature of the night
Has broken from it's leash
It is no longer a caged animal
But a freed raven spreading it's wings
It will take flight
And paint the town black
With a single sweep
Of it's graceful wing
For her last act of defiance
The girl in the red dress
Will turn an entire field of light
To dark.
#3
Lean against that cold wood door
Wish this life would be no more
Shaking, falling, slide to the floor
That bottle you hold will help you galore
No need for liquid, take them whole
In your present life, they play a key role
Popping those pills, you grab onto that pole
Hoping not to fall as you unleash your soul
Shake that bottle, hope you've got enough to survive
After these past few years, it's a wonder you're still alive
Just to breathe through all this shit, you must learn to strive
Hush that monster inside you, you'll be free soon as you can drive
The shaking grows less violent, as does your wandering mind
The threat of suicide still lingers, but now death would only be kind
But you are stuck here by an intense and powerful bind
So the most you can do for yourself is unwind
Forget about this nightmare in which you dwell
Pretend you live anywhere other than Hell
You wait for someone to wake you up; ring that bell
But that will never happen because you refuse to tell
Your head throbs and you feel your heart pound
You hope your unstable emotions don't make a sound
As you whimper at the floor, you feel wet tears hit the ground
And wait to leave this world in a single bound
#4
Darkness... my only cure
My greatest illness
"This will be the death of me."
She says as the night sky swallows her whole
The cry of thunder does not awaken her
The lightning flashes across the sky
Animating the joy in her closing eyes
"This will be the death of me."
She whispers, and begins to fade
But this is not the sweet suicide she speaks of
Merely nonexistence
Immortality... was her greatest fear
But this fear fades with her
For she has succeeded once again
In losing herself
Slowly, she comes back to her awful reality
She sits on the edge of the tub
And throws her hair back
Splashing cold water over her face
"How long will this last?!"
She thinks in desperation
But this is before the realization fully dawns on her
And now i does
She sighs, leaning forward
To rest her arms on her shaking knees
She runs her fingers through her hair
As a single tear rolls down her cheek
"This will last forever." She tells herself
She reaches up and turns out the light
Letting the darkness cure her once again
She whispers into the night
"This will be the death of me."
#5
Warm water is raised to the chin
Something clangs against the ceramic walls
Held lightly in a wrinkling hand
Foreboding thoughts silently explode and erupt into the open
Questioning everything mere moments away
Debating whether it should be done
Should these actions be carried out?
What are the pros and cons?
Will life be chosen for the third week in a row?
Or will death finally over-power the mind, body and soul?
The soft hand slowly migrates to halt
Poise and in place
Keeping a firm grip on the tool to be used
The blood will run, tonight
The blood will run
Grotesque rivers of pain will come flowing out of the near-unconscious body
It will seep into the water
Making the walls scarlet
The water will get dark
Dark as the soul
And the soul will pour out
Slower than the swaying tides of crimson
The dilute, murky liquid will transform
Into a thick, horrible pool of stench
As slow waves of death wash over the side
They'll corrupt the body
And the body will rot away
It will rot into nothing
Only adding to the stench
And soon it will be nothing
But dust in the wind
Dust as dark
As the wandering soul
#6
You were my best friend
Far too soon, our friendship did end
It may carry on, in my heart and in yours
But it should be long 'til it's fluent as before
You listened to everything without fail
I knew you would never judge
You always had that knowing look in your eyes...
I have that no longer
And you took part of me with you
As different parts of my world
Have been snatched out of my life and taken beyond reach
It's become harder and harder to carry on; to breathe
And now, it's scarcely bearable
For with each dying soul
A piece of me has perished
Now that there's no one left
No one to take away my pain
No one to take away my soul
I fear the last trace of life I have left
Must be taken by myself
It is said that you and I will meet again
In the next life, or the after life
It's been a year (or has it?)
And it seems no time has passed at all
I have done my waiting
Death can't come too soon
The Grim Reaper is late
I'm already dead on my feet
And waiting for deliverance
That won't come and save me
Because that would take away my pain
And without pain, I am without sanity
#7 (alright, one of my very few... lighter? poems. I've got like... none that aren't... dark, if you'd like to call them that? =P I must say, I really don't like this one. And I think I'd probably be better off sticking with my normal(if you even want to call them that. lol.) stuff.)
Come and here the song
Of the crashing waves
Let your eyes seek out
The far edge of the water
Where the lingering clouds
Just kiss the sea
Where they hover over the ocean
Like a soft haze
The sky, a painter's masterpiece
Barely touched with light shades of purple
And slight hues of blue
Every tide differs from the next
Some smooth and some rough
Some whisper, some roar
Come lose yourself
In the natural beauty
Indulge in mother nature's lullaby
Hear the call of the ocean
See it's beckoning waves
Watch each tide as it pushes forward
Feel the wind sweep gracefully through your hair
Smell the fresh aroma of the salt water
Taste the calming sensation that flows through you
And savor every deep breath
As the rolling waves come tumbling down
#8
I lie awake and wait for sleep to take me
As rapid shallow breaths escape my lips
I hope each one is one for good
I don't want to wake
I want my blood to chill
I want my skin to turn green
I want my eyes to glaze
I want to breathe no more
My breathing is already shrill
Why won't it just cease?
Why won't my chest rise and fall only once more?
Why won't I just lie still?
Instead I keep suffering
I accept each disaster
I welcome every crisis with open arms
I embrace my curse
Each attempt is aborted
Why is it I seem to love pain?
Both physical and emotional take over at some point
My cure; my disease
Must I go through with this?
I can't take it
Yet somehow I do...
Why?
This is not what I want
How long will I be able to deny myself
That the only thing that could help me is death?
And that it'd be best
Must I wake tomorrow?
#9
Soak in the sadness, the anger, the pain
Each week brings new stress
And the old never leaves
You keep these all to yourself
And burn it inside you, not a should finding out
The combustion only adds to it all
You know you need to let it go soon
But you hold onto your secrecy
With all your strength
And instead, you let it slip out at unwanted times
Each mistaken little 'slip of the tongue'
Adds on to your lengthy list
Your problems are now climbing faster than you can handle, even if you won't admit to it
And it's your fault
You've become sick with secrecy
And this disease is incurable
You know you'd never admit to anything
No one's there, anyway
No one cares, anyway
Who wants to hear, when it'll only succeed in depressing them as it has yourself
The seats are only taken when the flawless one's problems are splayed out in plain view
The fact that they're there only defines one
But there are plenty more where that came from
They only keep coming and growing
But never going, they just don't seem to fade
And because of that sickness
The only way to be rid of them
Is to end the life of the near-lifeless mind
That they seem to live off of
Constantly sucking the life from it's soul
Until it works in the opposite
And those problems are the mind's life
But then does that mean
If you kill the problems, you'd kill the mind?
Even so, would it matter?
Either way, both would be dead
And that's all that's needed
#10(alright, the first half of this until... line 14? was one of my first written. Meaning it sucks even more than the rest. =P)
Forget the scenic route
I'm taking the cryptic route
I'm taking the apocalyptic route
Come take the sinister route with me
Because together we'll see
The light of day for the second time in our lives
I don't want you to die
I'm too young to say goodbye
But you won't see me cry
I'll just scream my grief to the sky
Follow me
I'll take you there
But don't ask for conversation
'Cause I don't want to share
[[alright, that's the end of the beginning... if that made sense. lol. but I finished it a few months ago, as opposed to the earlier parts that I wrote quite a while ago. =P]]
Out of the dark tunnel
And into the light
This is where we're going
This calling, alone, I will not fight
For this is what I've been craving
For my soul to be free
To be out of this nightmare that is my life
This is what had become of me
Yet it is only what's left of me
Because the light will soon be all that I see
I am halfway there
And strangely, I am not scared
It is because there is nothing left of me
But soon... soon, there will be
An end put to my loss and suffering, my pain
And this time it will be replaced only with gain
#11
Kill me
Take my life
Shaking, crying, so much strife
Lock me away where the darkness will never heed
Slice me open
And allow me to bleed
End it now
While I'm ready
Let me go
Slow and steady
Every breath
I wish it were my last
So I could escape
From my horrible past
Keep it silent
Don't sound any alarms
Just pull the trigger
And let me fall into your arms
Lay me down
Upon the cold earth
And know you've ended the suffering
I've lived with since shortly after birth
12
Have you ever come so close to suicide
You could feel the blood leave your veins?
Taste it as it trickled over your lips?
Hear it as each drop hit the ground?
Seen the flowing streams run down your arms?
Can you feel your head pound?
Taste death before it comes?
Hear your heartbeat slow?
See the light before it reaches out to save you?
Have you felt your body temperature drop?
Have you tasted the sweet flavor of your last breath?
Have you heard the song of the raven-haired angel?
Have you seen her come to greet you?
And then you wake up to know it was all a lie.
Sweet, lovely departure is not yours just yet.
But still, you long, you wish, you dream.
But every dream of yours,
Turns to a nightmare in the end.
13 (haha. I wrote this one while listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I guess it kinda inspired it? =])
It's now hit
My favorite time of the day
When darkness falls
And the shadows come out to play
The trees, mere black shadows
Standing silhouettes against the tigerlilly-shaded sky
That fades upward to a deep royal blue
And not a single cloud floats by
This is when the world around me
Reflects my life the most
In fact, the only difference I can name
Is the natural beauty it boasts
Surrounded by darkness and shadows
Each day goes by so fast
Yet it feels like I'm standing still
Or being swallowed by each shadow cast
Straddling darkness and light
But knowing my eyes will be sightless soon
The fire waits for me just beyond the horizon
As I'm pulled closer to the moon
And there's not a star in the sky
Nothing to guide me home
Reminding me bitterly that I'm alone
And I'll be by myself wherever I roam
I turn cold
As the arriving night air chills each bone
The only sound meeting my ears
Is the wind's soft, slight moan
Darkness engulfs me inside and out
And nothing lights my path
As I trip and stumble closer to my destination
Where I shall feel death's wrath
14
No one knows the difference
When I cry myself to sleep
No one knows my misery
Because I don't make a peep
So many silent tears
Stream down my face
As I wait to leave
This unhappy place
Each disturbing image
That flashes before my eyes
Only seems to add more
To my horrible cries
Each word pierces me like a thorn
Causing more tears
As I struggle to endure
My own cruel, taunting jeers
I say I'm on the verge of suicide
But really, I'm already gone
I pretend to be so unbreakable
But really, I'm not so strong
I'm supposed to be the chameleon
Able to transist
But you'd think even such a well-coping animal
Would at some point fall unable to persist?
Haven't you ever considered
That it could get to be too much?
That so much I'm demanded to deal with
Could outgrow my small clutch?
Well it has, no matter who's ready for it and who's not.
And I'm more than ready to let go.
I wish for death to be mine so deeply...
And now I shall make it so.
xXxMore soon!xXx
Okay, first, I 'replaced' the lyrics in Good Riddance [time of your life] with my own. It also, happens to be one of my worst ever. xP Oh well.
#1
I'm riding shotgun
In my own pilot-less life
I'm living a nightmare
That is full of stress and strife
It's full of memories
And pain that won't wear off
I try to cry
But all I can do is cough
There's crisis after crisis now
And yeah, I know that's why
When it comes to tears, my eyes are dry
I now know the three d's by heart
Death, divorce, defeat
They've taken the wheel of my life
And shoved me into the back seat
While I'm surviving this corruption
The time seems to grow wings
And I am not effected
By the horrors each day brings
It's like I've been frozen in ice
I'm numb beyond belief
That's my secret for dealing with this grief
(Ew. GD's got it so much better. <3 xP)
#2
And so she lay there, hush and still as the fresh-fallen flurries
Dark scarlet streams run from her self- induced wounds
They seep into the never-ending pool of frost surrounding her
Pure white snow slowly takes the coloring of a raven's wing
In a field abandoned as the sky on a starless night
A single figure sleeps soundly in a bed of frozen grass
Her slim crimson red dress flows on the soft whistling winter wind
The only movement seen, besides the great birds of death circling over-head
The blinding bright sun reflects off the snow-covered earth
The solitary dark pool around the body in red
Slowly creeps out to the edges like a corrupting ocean
A soothing sight to the eye of the creature of the night
The creature of the night despises the light
It victimizes any who dare to promote it
Every flake of snow will play the victim this time
But not before the figure in red
The creature of the night
Has broken from it's leash
It is no longer a caged animal
But a freed raven spreading it's wings
It will take flight
And paint the town black
With a single sweep
Of it's graceful wing
For her last act of defiance
The girl in the red dress
Will turn an entire field of light
To dark.
#3
Lean against that cold wood door
Wish this life would be no more
Shaking, falling, slide to the floor
That bottle you hold will help you galore
No need for liquid, take them whole
In your present life, they play a key role
Popping those pills, you grab onto that pole
Hoping not to fall as you unleash your soul
Shake that bottle, hope you've got enough to survive
After these past few years, it's a wonder you're still alive
Just to breathe through all this shit, you must learn to strive
Hush that monster inside you, you'll be free soon as you can drive
The shaking grows less violent, as does your wandering mind
The threat of suicide still lingers, but now death would only be kind
But you are stuck here by an intense and powerful bind
So the most you can do for yourself is unwind
Forget about this nightmare in which you dwell
Pretend you live anywhere other than Hell
You wait for someone to wake you up; ring that bell
But that will never happen because you refuse to tell
Your head throbs and you feel your heart pound
You hope your unstable emotions don't make a sound
As you whimper at the floor, you feel wet tears hit the ground
And wait to leave this world in a single bound
#4
Darkness... my only cure
My greatest illness
"This will be the death of me."
She says as the night sky swallows her whole
The cry of thunder does not awaken her
The lightning flashes across the sky
Animating the joy in her closing eyes
"This will be the death of me."
She whispers, and begins to fade
But this is not the sweet suicide she speaks of
Merely nonexistence
Immortality... was her greatest fear
But this fear fades with her
For she has succeeded once again
In losing herself
Slowly, she comes back to her awful reality
She sits on the edge of the tub
And throws her hair back
Splashing cold water over her face
"How long will this last?!"
She thinks in desperation
But this is before the realization fully dawns on her
And now i does
She sighs, leaning forward
To rest her arms on her shaking knees
She runs her fingers through her hair
As a single tear rolls down her cheek
"This will last forever." She tells herself
She reaches up and turns out the light
Letting the darkness cure her once again
She whispers into the night
"This will be the death of me."
#5
Warm water is raised to the chin
Something clangs against the ceramic walls
Held lightly in a wrinkling hand
Foreboding thoughts silently explode and erupt into the open
Questioning everything mere moments away
Debating whether it should be done
Should these actions be carried out?
What are the pros and cons?
Will life be chosen for the third week in a row?
Or will death finally over-power the mind, body and soul?
The soft hand slowly migrates to halt
Poise and in place
Keeping a firm grip on the tool to be used
The blood will run, tonight
The blood will run
Grotesque rivers of pain will come flowing out of the near-unconscious body
It will seep into the water
Making the walls scarlet
The water will get dark
Dark as the soul
And the soul will pour out
Slower than the swaying tides of crimson
The dilute, murky liquid will transform
Into a thick, horrible pool of stench
As slow waves of death wash over the side
They'll corrupt the body
And the body will rot away
It will rot into nothing
Only adding to the stench
And soon it will be nothing
But dust in the wind
Dust as dark
As the wandering soul
#6
You were my best friend
Far too soon, our friendship did end
It may carry on, in my heart and in yours
But it should be long 'til it's fluent as before
You listened to everything without fail
I knew you would never judge
You always had that knowing look in your eyes...
I have that no longer
And you took part of me with you
As different parts of my world
Have been snatched out of my life and taken beyond reach
It's become harder and harder to carry on; to breathe
And now, it's scarcely bearable
For with each dying soul
A piece of me has perished
Now that there's no one left
No one to take away my pain
No one to take away my soul
I fear the last trace of life I have left
Must be taken by myself
It is said that you and I will meet again
In the next life, or the after life
It's been a year (or has it?)
And it seems no time has passed at all
I have done my waiting
Death can't come too soon
The Grim Reaper is late
I'm already dead on my feet
And waiting for deliverance
That won't come and save me
Because that would take away my pain
And without pain, I am without sanity
#7 (alright, one of my very few... lighter? poems. I've got like... none that aren't... dark, if you'd like to call them that? =P I must say, I really don't like this one. And I think I'd probably be better off sticking with my normal(if you even want to call them that. lol.) stuff.)
Come and here the song
Of the crashing waves
Let your eyes seek out
The far edge of the water
Where the lingering clouds
Just kiss the sea
Where they hover over the ocean
Like a soft haze
The sky, a painter's masterpiece
Barely touched with light shades of purple
And slight hues of blue
Every tide differs from the next
Some smooth and some rough
Some whisper, some roar
Come lose yourself
In the natural beauty
Indulge in mother nature's lullaby
Hear the call of the ocean
See it's beckoning waves
Watch each tide as it pushes forward
Feel the wind sweep gracefully through your hair
Smell the fresh aroma of the salt water
Taste the calming sensation that flows through you
And savor every deep breath
As the rolling waves come tumbling down
#8
I lie awake and wait for sleep to take me
As rapid shallow breaths escape my lips
I hope each one is one for good
I don't want to wake
I want my blood to chill
I want my skin to turn green
I want my eyes to glaze
I want to breathe no more
My breathing is already shrill
Why won't it just cease?
Why won't my chest rise and fall only once more?
Why won't I just lie still?
Instead I keep suffering
I accept each disaster
I welcome every crisis with open arms
I embrace my curse
Each attempt is aborted
Why is it I seem to love pain?
Both physical and emotional take over at some point
My cure; my disease
Must I go through with this?
I can't take it
Yet somehow I do...
Why?
This is not what I want
How long will I be able to deny myself
That the only thing that could help me is death?
And that it'd be best
Must I wake tomorrow?
#9
Soak in the sadness, the anger, the pain
Each week brings new stress
And the old never leaves
You keep these all to yourself
And burn it inside you, not a should finding out
The combustion only adds to it all
You know you need to let it go soon
But you hold onto your secrecy
With all your strength
And instead, you let it slip out at unwanted times
Each mistaken little 'slip of the tongue'
Adds on to your lengthy list
Your problems are now climbing faster than you can handle, even if you won't admit to it
And it's your fault
You've become sick with secrecy
And this disease is incurable
You know you'd never admit to anything
No one's there, anyway
No one cares, anyway
Who wants to hear, when it'll only succeed in depressing them as it has yourself
The seats are only taken when the flawless one's problems are splayed out in plain view
The fact that they're there only defines one
But there are plenty more where that came from
They only keep coming and growing
But never going, they just don't seem to fade
And because of that sickness
The only way to be rid of them
Is to end the life of the near-lifeless mind
That they seem to live off of
Constantly sucking the life from it's soul
Until it works in the opposite
And those problems are the mind's life
But then does that mean
If you kill the problems, you'd kill the mind?
Even so, would it matter?
Either way, both would be dead
And that's all that's needed
#10(alright, the first half of this until... line 14? was one of my first written. Meaning it sucks even more than the rest. =P)
Forget the scenic route
I'm taking the cryptic route
I'm taking the apocalyptic route
Come take the sinister route with me
Because together we'll see
The light of day for the second time in our lives
I don't want you to die
I'm too young to say goodbye
But you won't see me cry
I'll just scream my grief to the sky
Follow me
I'll take you there
But don't ask for conversation
'Cause I don't want to share
[[alright, that's the end of the beginning... if that made sense. lol. but I finished it a few months ago, as opposed to the earlier parts that I wrote quite a while ago. =P]]
Out of the dark tunnel
And into the light
This is where we're going
This calling, alone, I will not fight
For this is what I've been craving
For my soul to be free
To be out of this nightmare that is my life
This is what had become of me
Yet it is only what's left of me
Because the light will soon be all that I see
I am halfway there
And strangely, I am not scared
It is because there is nothing left of me
But soon... soon, there will be
An end put to my loss and suffering, my pain
And this time it will be replaced only with gain
#11
Kill me
Take my life
Shaking, crying, so much strife
Lock me away where the darkness will never heed
Slice me open
And allow me to bleed
End it now
While I'm ready
Let me go
Slow and steady
Every breath
I wish it were my last
So I could escape
From my horrible past
Keep it silent
Don't sound any alarms
Just pull the trigger
And let me fall into your arms
Lay me down
Upon the cold earth
And know you've ended the suffering
I've lived with since shortly after birth
12
Have you ever come so close to suicide
You could feel the blood leave your veins?
Taste it as it trickled over your lips?
Hear it as each drop hit the ground?
Seen the flowing streams run down your arms?
Can you feel your head pound?
Taste death before it comes?
Hear your heartbeat slow?
See the light before it reaches out to save you?
Have you felt your body temperature drop?
Have you tasted the sweet flavor of your last breath?
Have you heard the song of the raven-haired angel?
Have you seen her come to greet you?
And then you wake up to know it was all a lie.
Sweet, lovely departure is not yours just yet.
But still, you long, you wish, you dream.
But every dream of yours,
Turns to a nightmare in the end.
13 (haha. I wrote this one while listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I guess it kinda inspired it? =])
It's now hit
My favorite time of the day
When darkness falls
And the shadows come out to play
The trees, mere black shadows
Standing silhouettes against the tigerlilly-shaded sky
That fades upward to a deep royal blue
And not a single cloud floats by
This is when the world around me
Reflects my life the most
In fact, the only difference I can name
Is the natural beauty it boasts
Surrounded by darkness and shadows
Each day goes by so fast
Yet it feels like I'm standing still
Or being swallowed by each shadow cast
Straddling darkness and light
But knowing my eyes will be sightless soon
The fire waits for me just beyond the horizon
As I'm pulled closer to the moon
And there's not a star in the sky
Nothing to guide me home
Reminding me bitterly that I'm alone
And I'll be by myself wherever I roam
I turn cold
As the arriving night air chills each bone
The only sound meeting my ears
Is the wind's soft, slight moan
Darkness engulfs me inside and out
And nothing lights my path
As I trip and stumble closer to my destination
Where I shall feel death's wrath
14
No one knows the difference
When I cry myself to sleep
No one knows my misery
Because I don't make a peep
So many silent tears
Stream down my face
As I wait to leave
This unhappy place
Each disturbing image
That flashes before my eyes
Only seems to add more
To my horrible cries
Each word pierces me like a thorn
Causing more tears
As I struggle to endure
My own cruel, taunting jeers
I say I'm on the verge of suicide
But really, I'm already gone
I pretend to be so unbreakable
But really, I'm not so strong
I'm supposed to be the chameleon
Able to transist
But you'd think even such a well-coping animal
Would at some point fall unable to persist?
Haven't you ever considered
That it could get to be too much?
That so much I'm demanded to deal with
Could outgrow my small clutch?
Well it has, no matter who's ready for it and who's not.
And I'm more than ready to let go.
I wish for death to be mine so deeply...
And now I shall make it so.
xXxMore soon!xXx
I probably will at some point, though. Oh well. 
