The following poem I wrote a few days ago, my lies dug me in way too deep and I'm struggling with the truth.
Annihilation
Trapped in my own web of lies,
now finally broken free,
but am I really free?
NO
The consequences of my actions,
drowning me,
suffocating me,
on my last breath,
with no where to turn.
I am backed into a corner,
and cannot get out,
not even with the truth,
the lies have annihilated,
my life,
my love,
my relationship,
every fucking thing.
I'll never get my life back,
the lies took over and destroyed,
all of my hope.
So let this be heard,
My anger within is rising,
above my control.
I wrote this next one for a contest on my other poetry site, its about which is the most powerful, ice or fire.
now finally broken free,
but am I really free?
NO
The consequences of my actions,
drowning me,
suffocating me,
on my last breath,
with no where to turn.
I am backed into a corner,
and cannot get out,
not even with the truth,
the lies have annihilated,
my life,
my love,
my relationship,
every fucking thing.
I'll never get my life back,
the lies took over and destroyed,
all of my hope.
So let this be heard,
My anger within is rising,
above my control.
I wrote this next one for a contest on my other poetry site, its about which is the most powerful, ice or fire.
Fire and Ice
I would say the world will end,
in fire.
Flames and desire already rule the world,
People can't resist the heat.
I could be wrong because,
Ice,
could be as devastating,
In its own way.
People with ice in their hearts,
not able to find warmness and compassion.
Fire or ice,
will surely win,
The question is,
Which would the world prefer?
I wrote this for my grandma who passed away from cancer in 2000...I still miss her badly.
in fire.
Flames and desire already rule the world,
People can't resist the heat.
I could be wrong because,
Ice,
could be as devastating,
In its own way.
People with ice in their hearts,
not able to find warmness and compassion.
Fire or ice,
will surely win,
The question is,
Which would the world prefer?
I wrote this for my grandma who passed away from cancer in 2000...I still miss her badly.
You Lost The Battle
You lost the battle
between the disease and your will.
I lost you,
you were so happy before,
holding me in your arms,
not wanting to let go of
your granddaughter,
I was always known as your
special little girl,
the one you spoiled and sent back home
the one who cried at scary TV shows,
such as "Unsolved Mysteries".
You treasured me,
up until the morning that you slipped away,
away from everything.
Cancer won, you had a strong will to live,
but you were still ripped away from us.
I will never forget you grandma,
you meant the world to me.
dont ask on this one...I dont know it just came to me.
Bone jarring shrieks shatter the night.
Bloody hands and rusted knives.
Scarred soul with hatred burning,
Through the night he's stealing lives.
Death filled whispers of insanity,
Into the ears of innocent children.
Chuckles escaping from a dry mouth,
The calling of those who will not win.
Scraping across the eerie floor.
Wide-eyed terror, hands uplifted.
Sense gracefully leaves the room.
Blank eyes, cold hands, body held rigid.
Ascending out of lifeless room,
Gasping at life, corpse is shaking.
Dropping the knife, slightly unsteady,
Our corrupt master is now awakening.
Body invaded with foreign sense,
Drowning in the waves of ecstasy.
Giggling silently as he tiptoes on.
Not a single thought of mercy.
Dancing with his chaotic fantasies,
He marches on through his parade.
He only stops at a quiet house.
The party goes on as rain cascades.
The saddest thing of this story is...
I can only call it, A dream that's there.
Reality and Fantasy are now one.
Though I wish it was just My Nightmare.
between the disease and your will.
I lost you,
you were so happy before,
holding me in your arms,
not wanting to let go of
your granddaughter,
I was always known as your
special little girl,
the one you spoiled and sent back home
the one who cried at scary TV shows,
such as "Unsolved Mysteries".
You treasured me,
up until the morning that you slipped away,
away from everything.
Cancer won, you had a strong will to live,
but you were still ripped away from us.
I will never forget you grandma,
you meant the world to me.
dont ask on this one...I dont know it just came to me.
Nightmares of a Murderer
Bloody hands and rusted knives.
Scarred soul with hatred burning,
Through the night he's stealing lives.
Death filled whispers of insanity,
Into the ears of innocent children.
Chuckles escaping from a dry mouth,
The calling of those who will not win.
Scraping across the eerie floor.
Wide-eyed terror, hands uplifted.
Sense gracefully leaves the room.
Blank eyes, cold hands, body held rigid.
Ascending out of lifeless room,
Gasping at life, corpse is shaking.
Dropping the knife, slightly unsteady,
Our corrupt master is now awakening.
Body invaded with foreign sense,
Drowning in the waves of ecstasy.
Giggling silently as he tiptoes on.
Not a single thought of mercy.
Dancing with his chaotic fantasies,
He marches on through his parade.
He only stops at a quiet house.
The party goes on as rain cascades.
The saddest thing of this story is...
I can only call it, A dream that's there.
Reality and Fantasy are now one.
Though I wish it was just My Nightmare.
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