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Expressions: Poetry

Expressions

[Lovers' Lullaby]
Now I lay me, down to sleep,
I pray my love my heart to keep,
If I die before I wake,
I pray my love a breathe to take,
Do not miss me, have no fear,
I am with thee, forever here,
Do not mourn me while I'm gone,
You can kiss me before long,
But here I wake! In your arms!
You kept me, this night, free from harm,
Now, my love, lay down your head,
Lets share our dreams in Love's soft bed.
-[Silverline]-

Down
Down, down,
Even further do I go,
Searching within myself,
For something alive.
Finding nothing,
I return to reality,
Hard and cold as stone.
Deep underneath,
I know I must keep,
This secret so deadly yet frail.
If anyone should know,
Away would I go,
Down into myself again.
N.B.: 'Down' has been published.
- [Eyes of the Reaper]

Beyond Pain
My cries of pain,
Fall on deaf ears,
As you bring down the hand of fate again.
Tears run,
And screams die,
Both on my lips so pale.
"Oh dear God,
Not again..."
I whisper
As you
Reprimand and beat;
You glare at me
And demand I tell you what I said,
Though I just stare at the discolored spot on your wall.
This only frustrates you more however,
As you grab me,
And snarl in my face,
To the point that I can feel the warmth of your moist breath.
"I just want Dad's gun..."
"Go to Cygnus and be like Sunni..."
I repeat,
Over and over again,
As you bring down the hand of fate once more.
- [Eyes of the Reaper]

My Future
It's my future,
Not yours,
So stay out of it.
I'm doing my best,
The best I know how,
But still you yell,
And hit,
And curse.
I know you only want what's best for me,
But hurting me isn't the right way to show it...
I'm trying to please you!
Really I am!
But nothing I do,
No work,
No happiness,
Nothing pleases you, Daddy...
Remember when I was little?
In our house in Jupiter?
When I wrote you that note saying I hated you and never wanted to speak to you again?
Well here it is again, Daddy...
I hate you and you push me too hard.
I know I can't please you so here it is, Daddy...
You left your gun unlocked,
Unsuspecting.
I saw it and had an idea!
Maybe if I was gone,
You'd finally be proud of me...
Proud of my bravery that you only saw as cowardice...
Maybe then you'd see all I tried to do for you...
Maybe then-!
BANG
- [Eyes of the Reaper]

So Far Gone?
I'm dead inside,
Bleeding black sorrow.
My once fiery passion,
Hardened and froze.
Time stopped,
O' that fateful day.
Some say I was destined for suicide,
Others pity my putrid soul.
I wish I could express that I'm still here,
Sitting where I always did,
Where I died,
But I know not how.
I wish not to frighten you,
Only to make you aware.
You sadly hang my favorite ornament on the tree and break down.
I reach for your cheek,
Touching you,
Hugging you.
You just walk into your room,
Locking your door like you always did before a cry.
I sigh and sit on the couch,
Making no indention in the cushion.
The house is deserted other then you and me.
I still wish I could hold you,
And tell you I'm alright,
But I can't,
Not until you do what I did...
I'll see you soon, Momma...
- [Eyes of the Reaper]

Dysfunctional Glory
What,
Is Love?
Who,
Is Love?
An
Emotion.
A
Cherub.
A
Man.
A
Woman.
No,
It is,
A bouquet of crimson roses,
A walk in the rain,
A sweet, whispered nothing,
A cuddle on a couch at three AM;
An argument,
A makeup kiss.
It is love making,
And confiding in tender surrender.
Love,
It is,
Candlelight and cheap wine,
An apartment filled with discount furniture,
A baby on the way and no money;
This is Love,
In all,
Of its,
Dysfunctional Glory;
A victory,
Of the Heart,
Over the Mind.
- [Eyes of the Reaper]

American Family Decay
You don't know me.
You don't accept me.
You will never,
Understand me.
I am your nemesis--
Your sweet decline.
Your foil,
I do decide.
You are you.
Sick.
Sickening.
You vomit,
Religious bullshit.
You preach,
Conservative morality.
You,
My Dear,
Can,
Kiss,
My,
Ass.
I am I.
You call me cold--
I work as a volunteer.
You sit on your ass.
You call me naive--
I am the adult of this household.
You act the child.
You call my Satanic--
I am more logical;
I MUST be evil.
You pray to 'God;'
You MUST be pure.
Martial Law--
You impose.
I roll my eyes.
You?
In control?
This religious,
Conservative,
Moralistic BULLSHIT--
It must be working,
For this country.
If,
By chance,
Your goal--
To send us to,
Hell in a hand basket.
Dulce et decorum est,
Pro patria mori.
This country,
Magnificent,
And dying--
Does not need,
Words like yours,
Or actions,
Like yours.
We.
Need.
True.
Action.
We.
Need.
Change.
The truth is...
There is something,
Terribly wrong,
With this country;
Isn't there?
You,
My Dear,
Are the root.
Kill.
The.
Weeds.
- [Eyes of the Reaper]

2008-12-16 [Silverline]: woot!

2008-12-16 [Boomnesss]: hehehee, you ish da first poet!

2008-12-16 [Silverline]: yay!!!

2008-12-16 [Boomnesss]: WOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!! YOU ISH # 1!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-12-16 [Silverline]: EEp! I declare myself the resident poet.

2008-12-16 [Boomnesss]: YES!!!!!!!!

2008-12-16 [Eyes of the Reaper]: May I post some of mine own?

2008-12-16 [Boomnesss]: of course ^_^

2008-12-16 [Eyes of the Reaper]: I still have one more but it's a long one and I'll have to find it.

Found it. :)

2008-12-16 [Boomnesss]: ^_^ i havent bothered to put any of mine up yet, lol, i shall laters

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