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You ask

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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angry, dark, Poetry

You ask that I believe
‘In what?,’ I ask you

You tell me forever shall be mine
I say tomorrow has no meaning

You ask that I take your hand and believe
In something that I cannot see
You say that you are creation

I say that with you immortal touch
I have seen you bring mortality

You ask that I follow
Your lead into your kingdom eternal
I say I cannot step behind
That which I do not trust

You say you are the bringer of light
I close my eyes
And step back into the shadows where I belong

You say your love is flawless and absolute
I say I’ve never been held by arms that loved

You say you will bring me peace
I say I’ve known only pain and suffering

You tell me in the end all will be ok
I say in the end it will not matter

You ask that my soul I give to you to keep
With knees bent and hands grasped you ask that I pray
I say my soul is dark and not worth giving
I bow to no one, I cannot beg nor plead

You say no matter what you will be there for me
I ask where were you when I needed someone the most
As I walked my darkest hour

You say you will never turn your back on me
I ask where was your guidance when I needed to be rescued
From anger, from hate, from me

You ask that I believe
I say ok
But only in me

-December, 1999

In my Dreams

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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In my dreams
The dead come back
They haunt me
Taunt me
Remind me of my past

Specters in the night
Ghosts in the dark
I can’t seem to get away
From a past that always comes back

I try to forget
But in my sleep
They come to remind me

In my dreams
The dead come back
They chase me
Catch me
Remind me what I’ve done

Spirits in the closet
Shades under my bed
I can’t seem to escape
From a past that wont seem to forgive

I try to repent
But in my sleep
They won’t let me rest

In my dreams
The dead come back

-January, 1998

I wish I knew

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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Love, Poetry

I wish I knew
What to say
When I look deep
Into your eyes
I feel so lost
My words are gone

I wish I knew
What to say
When you stand so close
I feel so far
My nerves are lost

I wish I knew
How to say
What goes on
Inside my heart
Every time we speak
I dance around
The words wont come
I feel so scared

I wish I knew
How to convey
What my soul
Wants to say

I wish you knew
What I wanted to say
Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
For me to say

-November, 1997

I am

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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angry, Poetry

I am the terror in your dream
I am the reason behind your scream
I am the shadow lurking in your heart
I am the inspiration for every sad piece of art
I am the darkness drifting in the night
I am the danger hiding just out of sight
I am anger boiling within
I am the raging storm getting ready to begin
I am all the evil you can and can not see
I am just me

-May, 1997

Heaven is a myth

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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Poetry, Sorrow

Heaven is a myth
And love is a lie
What once I believed
Now I deny

I must have been a fool
To have thought we could be
More than what we were
So naïve I could not see

What was I thinking
Feel so stupid I thought you cared
Never should have opened
Never should have dared

My fate is written
Destined to be alone
Now my heart grows heavy
As flesh turns to stone

-January, 1998

Fading Away

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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Have you ever seen some one close their eyes for the last time
Seen the light fade away till nothing was left

Have you ever closed your eyes
and wondered if it would be the last

Do you remember when you realized that they lied
and discovered that there is not always a tomorrow
Are you ready for that day
When tomorrow never comes

-August, 1999

 

Someplace to write

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

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I have been writing for a long time, but always for myself. I never keep my journals once they are filled, I just move on to the next. I do have some older writings I will post, and of course I will post new stuff as well. One this that has not changed is who I write for – still for me. I don’t intend to push this blog or advertise it. I have a twitter account that I use to write as well, but for now at least, I will let them live separately.

For me, writing is many things. A way to heal wounds (I haven’t figured out if it actually works or not), a way to express the repressed, a way to let out the things that I just can’t let out in life.

In any case, welcome to this particular corner of my mind.

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