A series of poems..
whispering hands
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I'm going to write these out, not in the order chronologically that they were written, but in the order I feel they make the most sense..This is soley for myself.. but I also hope you appreciate them.
Tidal Wave Crash
Simple eyes stare into empty hearts,
With the baring of souls, hatred starts.
Seeking, lying, trying to destroy,
Every little lovesake, in an endless ploy.
Sacred joys established in woe,
The peace of love I'll never know.
Silly, angry, frightfull thought,
All the while becoming distraught.
Wanting, needing, seeking the truth,
Waiting for all you'll do; uncouth.
Seeking friends to hold me dear,
Selling my soul to hide the fear.
Crying alone with terrors of night,
Smashing mirrors to dispell the sight.
Of my unwanted face, sad and tired,
From hiding the hatred that you have sired.
Desperate and raging, needing set free,
From the notion, the fact ,that they all hate me.
Why can't you disdain me and let me go down?
Instead of beating me, hating me, dragging me round?
I want to swallow the ground I walk on,
Tell all I'm happy; the ulitmate conn.
Shallow and nauseating, I could be like you,
But that would be the very worst I could do.
So scarred and hated, in my world I'll stay.A
And pray for freedom in death each day.
When I see you weeping over broken pride,
I'll pray for the soul that's dying inside.
Peace and lovingness are bred in the soul,
Yours is vaccant; a story left untold.
So you go on hating me, for not being you,
But I live no lie; what you see is all true.
You'll face me with nothing, and lack of place,
When I stare back it'll be through one face.
You'll lie in the gutter with death in proxemity,
And stare into the face of me; The Enemy.
Santuary
I have built our walls around me,
So tall they reach the sky.
My only fear is to step outside,
For I know that I would die.
Everyone has told me this,
And they all speak the truth.
You see I'm the only liar,
And my lonliness steals my youth.
These wall I've built are made of hate,
Of rage so dadrk you can't see.
For all of them that have brought me pain,
But mostly of my hatred of me.
For alone into this world I came,
And alone I fear Ill go.
I die a bit more each day,
Seeking love I'll never know.
I am dying alone and desolate,
Furrious in blinding rage,
I'm not like anyone else I know,
who happens to be my age.
So I built four walls around me,'
To hide me from the pain.
And give me shelter from your looks,
Of your pity and compassion feigned.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
And often wonder why..
That behind these frigid walls of hate,
And alone I was born to die?
But I guess that it's my destiny,
A truth waged on in war,
That I was brought to earth to die,
And have wanted to since I was four.
No one can through me,
For I'll never let them in.
My walls are to protect me,
From the weaknesses I bear within.
I have wanted to be loved,
To be held a thought so sweet.
But all the pain that goes with Love,
I'm beeter off to just retreat.
So within my shelter I will stay.
This place that I condone,
And swallow wicked bitter breath,
Till the day I die alone.
The Wishing Well
I gazed into a wishing well,
Of what would copper pennies tell?
Of raging fears,
Or silent tears,
All having once been dropped down here.
My mind wandered to thoughts of love,
What would nickles tell tales of?
Of love so true,
Or hearts so blue,
Maybe some once they once knew.
Too sad and so I looked away,
I asked what the dimes might say?
Of stunning fame,
Or staying the same,
Maybe one who was too ashamed.
I closed my eyes as my knees grew weak,
At the thought of how will the quarters speak?
Of meanded seams,
Or broken dreams,
All too real to me it seems.
Wishing wells be centuries old,
Never ask what they've been told.
Tidal Wave Crash
Simple eyes stare into empty hearts,
With the baring of souls, hatred starts.
Seeking, lying, trying to destroy,
Every little lovesake, in an endless ploy.
Sacred joys established in woe,
The peace of love I'll never know.
Silly, angry, frightfull thought,
All the while becoming distraught.
Wanting, needing, seeking the truth,
Waiting for all you'll do; uncouth.
Seeking friends to hold me dear,
Selling my soul to hide the fear.
Crying alone with terrors of night,
Smashing mirrors to dispell the sight.
Of my unwanted face, sad and tired,
From hiding the hatred that you have sired.
Desperate and raging, needing set free,
From the notion, the fact ,that they all hate me.
Why can't you disdain me and let me go down?
Instead of beating me, hating me, dragging me round?
I want to swallow the ground I walk on,
Tell all I'm happy; the ulitmate conn.
Shallow and nauseating, I could be like you,
But that would be the very worst I could do.
So scarred and hated, in my world I'll stay.A
And pray for freedom in death each day.
When I see you weeping over broken pride,
I'll pray for the soul that's dying inside.
Peace and lovingness are bred in the soul,
Yours is vaccant; a story left untold.
So you go on hating me, for not being you,
But I live no lie; what you see is all true.
You'll face me with nothing, and lack of place,
When I stare back it'll be through one face.
You'll lie in the gutter with death in proxemity,
And stare into the face of me; The Enemy.
Santuary
I have built our walls around me,
So tall they reach the sky.
My only fear is to step outside,
For I know that I would die.
Everyone has told me this,
And they all speak the truth.
You see I'm the only liar,
And my lonliness steals my youth.
These wall I've built are made of hate,
Of rage so dadrk you can't see.
For all of them that have brought me pain,
But mostly of my hatred of me.
For alone into this world I came,
And alone I fear Ill go.
I die a bit more each day,
Seeking love I'll never know.
I am dying alone and desolate,
Furrious in blinding rage,
I'm not like anyone else I know,
who happens to be my age.
So I built four walls around me,'
To hide me from the pain.
And give me shelter from your looks,
Of your pity and compassion feigned.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
And often wonder why..
That behind these frigid walls of hate,
And alone I was born to die?
But I guess that it's my destiny,
A truth waged on in war,
That I was brought to earth to die,
And have wanted to since I was four.
No one can through me,
For I'll never let them in.
My walls are to protect me,
From the weaknesses I bear within.
I have wanted to be loved,
To be held a thought so sweet.
But all the pain that goes with Love,
I'm beeter off to just retreat.
So within my shelter I will stay.
This place that I condone,
And swallow wicked bitter breath,
Till the day I die alone.
The Wishing Well
I gazed into a wishing well,
Of what would copper pennies tell?
Of raging fears,
Or silent tears,
All having once been dropped down here.
My mind wandered to thoughts of love,
What would nickles tell tales of?
Of love so true,
Or hearts so blue,
Maybe some once they once knew.
Too sad and so I looked away,
I asked what the dimes might say?
Of stunning fame,
Or staying the same,
Maybe one who was too ashamed.
I closed my eyes as my knees grew weak,
At the thought of how will the quarters speak?
Of meanded seams,
Or broken dreams,
All too real to me it seems.
Wishing wells be centuries old,
Never ask what they've been told.
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you've encouraged me to express some things from woman's point of view
instead of (trying) to keep things so universal (er, generic, I mean impersonal.)
Sanctuary - i found a lot emotions and thoughts that i related to in this one, loved it. maybe dark to some, but i liked it a lot.
Wishing Well - lovely imagery, interesting and unusual take on the subject, i've read a few other poems on wishing wells but none are as beautiful, deep and thoughtful as this one
lovely poems
thanks for sharing