Warning. Crappy old poetry post
Mar. 30th, 2004 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katirothOkay. I'm in a good mood now. In my "bishounen" notebook, I found a ton of poems I wrote a while back that were so dark and depressing it was funny. For this one, I wasn't in a bad mood when I wrote it, in fact I meant for it to be something of a spoof, as the writing community I was then a part of didn't like happy poems, so I purposely wrote a 'gothic' poem. Although, now that I look at it again, it's not so bad.
Reaching
Bloodied bones and broken soul
Leaking through the toxic mess
Bleeding into the sweet abyss
flailing arms reaching for nothing
seeking a non-existant peace
falling into the darkest pit
no quintessential hero to save the bloody day
just a lonely tailspin
reaching at nothing
in an effort to stop the fall
Desperately wishing for one simply break
something to grasp and believe
all the while still falling
endlessly streaming into the realm of darkness
scared of the hands that don't help
and just aid in the descent
own hands assisting, a bloody mess
not realizing
just reaching for nothing.
Kinda funny, when you look back on stuff you wrote a while ago and wonder what you were thinking. I have a poetry notebook back from 2000-2001 that is completely filled with..shit. The poems aren't so bad, but the subject matter? Completely different story. *cracks up* I will NEVER tell anyone who the subject of the following poem is...because it was actually written from both a friends POV and my own right before she went through a nasty breakup and I was going through some pretty radical emotional rollercoasters.
Unfaithful
I curse myself daily for ever believing you
How could you truly love me
When you do what you do?
You tell me I'm special, you speak of your love
But how can I be sure
When I can't feel the love?
I want to tell you my story
to pour our my heart
But I can't trust you
because I' afraid it will hurt.
I have no reason to trust you
even though you say I can so
But when you lie about small things
out the window my trust in you goes.
My friends all can't stand you
sometimes neither can I
So it irks me to think that I still even care.
I sit here thinking about what you did and how I feel
and how I still love you
You you couldn't care less
as you continue to do what you do.
Someday soon I'm leaving you
I'll leave you all alone
You will wake up one morning
I won't be there
I truly hope you're filled with despair
I really do love you
I wish you loved me
One day I will return
Hopefully by then my point of view you'll see.
Okay. So maybe the early poems were crappy. ^_^ But...I don't care. At the time I thought they were genius. And ooooooh dear. Going through this notebook is hilarious. I just found another one, but I'd kill myslf before sharing it. *cackles* It's all in the subject matter.
Oooh! Here's another dark gothicy one! w00t!
Seize the day
give it your all
Live every moment like your last
This I hear
everyday
I try to obey
these voices
these thoughts
these dreams.
But I set my sights
on things not seen
A future that may never be
I can't live each day
by giving it my all
I must remain content
feeling
dead.
I was such a dork.
It is really REALLY funny going back to old things. Pathetic, almost though. At least I know I improved...well, not in the poetry department, my poems still suck.
Reaching
Bloodied bones and broken soul
Leaking through the toxic mess
Bleeding into the sweet abyss
flailing arms reaching for nothing
seeking a non-existant peace
falling into the darkest pit
no quintessential hero to save the bloody day
just a lonely tailspin
reaching at nothing
in an effort to stop the fall
Desperately wishing for one simply break
something to grasp and believe
all the while still falling
endlessly streaming into the realm of darkness
scared of the hands that don't help
and just aid in the descent
own hands assisting, a bloody mess
not realizing
just reaching for nothing.
Kinda funny, when you look back on stuff you wrote a while ago and wonder what you were thinking. I have a poetry notebook back from 2000-2001 that is completely filled with..shit. The poems aren't so bad, but the subject matter? Completely different story. *cracks up* I will NEVER tell anyone who the subject of the following poem is...because it was actually written from both a friends POV and my own right before she went through a nasty breakup and I was going through some pretty radical emotional rollercoasters.
Unfaithful
I curse myself daily for ever believing you
How could you truly love me
When you do what you do?
You tell me I'm special, you speak of your love
But how can I be sure
When I can't feel the love?
I want to tell you my story
to pour our my heart
But I can't trust you
because I' afraid it will hurt.
I have no reason to trust you
even though you say I can so
But when you lie about small things
out the window my trust in you goes.
My friends all can't stand you
sometimes neither can I
So it irks me to think that I still even care.
I sit here thinking about what you did and how I feel
and how I still love you
You you couldn't care less
as you continue to do what you do.
Someday soon I'm leaving you
I'll leave you all alone
You will wake up one morning
I won't be there
I truly hope you're filled with despair
I really do love you
I wish you loved me
One day I will return
Hopefully by then my point of view you'll see.
Okay. So maybe the early poems were crappy. ^_^ But...I don't care. At the time I thought they were genius. And ooooooh dear. Going through this notebook is hilarious. I just found another one, but I'd kill myslf before sharing it. *cackles* It's all in the subject matter.
Oooh! Here's another dark gothicy one! w00t!
Seize the day
give it your all
Live every moment like your last
This I hear
everyday
I try to obey
these voices
these thoughts
these dreams.
But I set my sights
on things not seen
A future that may never be
I can't live each day
by giving it my all
I must remain content
feeling
dead.
I was such a dork.
It is really REALLY funny going back to old things. Pathetic, almost though. At least I know I improved...well, not in the poetry department, my poems still suck.
