Post by My Cursed Syndrome on Jun 30, 2009 21:06:29 GMT -5
Didn't know where to post it, either here or the Spam board lol. This is just some poetry I wrote. I used to write war poetry but now I do love poetry. Unfortunately it turned out a bit like Danielle Steel.
Love
Sweet amaranth of my heart
Let not fear guide thee
Let love.
For doth not Life oft command
Wanton use of choice?
Sparing not the hearts
Of lesser mortals,
But fortifying them
With lessons learnt
Not at mother's knee
Nor the tip of patriachal sword,
But through ones own experiences.
Lightning may cleave thy heart
And love may oft disappoint.
But hear me child!
Love will never die!
The Devil himself may doom thee,
God may spurn thee,
Those thee counted as friends may leave.
But in the night
Fraught with demons and spell.
Love keeps the heart bright,
Love turns dark to day,
Love is for evermore.
Thanks For Saving Me
I've been broken before
And stamped on
Like my heart was just some nameless ant
Under a child's shoe.
I've been nothing before.
Nobody.
A discarded toy after Christmas,
That some little boy destroyed
Because he was too rough with it.
I'm that little thrush you found last Winter
Chirping under a hawthorn tree,
Dragging my wing.
But you nursed me back to health,
In front of a roaring fire.
And punished the old tom
Because you found feathers in his whiskers.
And when the summer came
I found I could fly again.
Thankyou for saving this bruised and beaten heart of mine.
You Saved Me
I was bled
and broken
tossed around
like a mouse
in a cat's claws.
I've had my heart torn out
stomped on
left to bleed
to die
on the lonely shores.
Now I'm callused
immune to love
too many horror stories and movies
where love dies
but is born anew
and through the dark
I see you.
Smiling softly
reaching out your hand
to a dying
gasping
drowning woman you don't even know.
I don't want to take it
I don't know why you're smiling
like you understand
that same tired smile
I've seen in a mirror somewhere.
Where?
MY mirror, on an ornate stand.
And still you're there
offering your hand
but I hesitate.
The rain falls
disguises the tears on my face
and it's only when I realise
that the water on your cheeks
isn't rain
that's when I reach out
clasp your arm
no longer afraid
no longer floundering
saved from the black
the dark
the murk
feeling your warm arms
holding me tight.
Love me.
No longer broken
torn
bled
dead
but loved and alive.
Love
Sweet amaranth of my heart
Let not fear guide thee
Let love.
For doth not Life oft command
Wanton use of choice?
Sparing not the hearts
Of lesser mortals,
But fortifying them
With lessons learnt
Not at mother's knee
Nor the tip of patriachal sword,
But through ones own experiences.
Lightning may cleave thy heart
And love may oft disappoint.
But hear me child!
Love will never die!
The Devil himself may doom thee,
God may spurn thee,
Those thee counted as friends may leave.
But in the night
Fraught with demons and spell.
Love keeps the heart bright,
Love turns dark to day,
Love is for evermore.
Thanks For Saving Me
I've been broken before
And stamped on
Like my heart was just some nameless ant
Under a child's shoe.
I've been nothing before.
Nobody.
A discarded toy after Christmas,
That some little boy destroyed
Because he was too rough with it.
I'm that little thrush you found last Winter
Chirping under a hawthorn tree,
Dragging my wing.
But you nursed me back to health,
In front of a roaring fire.
And punished the old tom
Because you found feathers in his whiskers.
And when the summer came
I found I could fly again.
Thankyou for saving this bruised and beaten heart of mine.
You Saved Me
I was bled
and broken
tossed around
like a mouse
in a cat's claws.
I've had my heart torn out
stomped on
left to bleed
to die
on the lonely shores.
Now I'm callused
immune to love
too many horror stories and movies
where love dies
but is born anew
and through the dark
I see you.
Smiling softly
reaching out your hand
to a dying
gasping
drowning woman you don't even know.
I don't want to take it
I don't know why you're smiling
like you understand
that same tired smile
I've seen in a mirror somewhere.
Where?
MY mirror, on an ornate stand.
And still you're there
offering your hand
but I hesitate.
The rain falls
disguises the tears on my face
and it's only when I realise
that the water on your cheeks
isn't rain
that's when I reach out
clasp your arm
no longer afraid
no longer floundering
saved from the black
the dark
the murk
feeling your warm arms
holding me tight.
Love me.
No longer broken
torn
bled
dead
but loved and alive.