Something old x2

Sinful Feline

Well-Known Member
I use to post in this forum to the point of over flow lol, this time I'm posting two old poems of mine because I think Illogical Reality will like these two.
Warning- Very few poems I write are short lol, sorry for the lengthy read

~Disillusioned with reality~

Disillusioned with reality is what I seem to be…
An Illusion for the world to see…
But the outside, barely resembles what's inside of me…
Twisted fleeting fragments of the oddest notions,
wicked thoughts that dwell to deep to see a lighter shade,
emotions to tainted with life’s poisons to keep….
Upon the wall the mirror rests as slowly she gets dressed.
Anger flashes in unreasonable rage,
as if she just realized life was but a fleshen cage…
Eyes track her bodies flow as she stalks across the floor…
Lips whisper in a hiss ...
Enough! …
Stare no more! ...
I'll close those eyes forever more! …
Slam the hand into the mirror;
let it crack into a thousand pieces or more
as the frame dances against the door…
Listen to the crash and tinkle of glass meeting floor,
grind the shattered images beneath the bare torn heels…
Revel in the pain and the small fragment of light it brings…
Before to long it seems, it’s all faded back to black…
Once more feelings are lacked.
Not one ounce of emotion left to feel…
My Godd how can this be real?! …
You’re only awake when the images, catch your eye…
Sliding back from realities cheap little lies...
The pains enough to make you reel ...
But then most of the time, you just can't feel…
O-Godd just let it end…
Just let me heal…
With this reality I can not deal! …
Glance back at what was and could have been…
Hold hands tight in fists heaven bound…
feet pressed flat to the floor…
emotions have returned with a voice to shatter steel…
This Reality can't be real! ...
Head tossed back, eyes opened wide to nothingness…
For nothingness is what dwells inside…
Scream out the thoughts that bar your heart from recovery ….
I want off this ride! …
Life you Mother Fucker! …
You Lied!! ...
I did my best! …
I did! ...
I Tried!
…and Did it matter? ...
No!
...And Why?
...Because you think this all a game!
… New players
... New faces
...New names…
Each tomorrow, each today, each forever it's all the same! …
Leaving the broken pieces of yesterday’s game strewn upon the starway floor…
O-Godd!
...Please no more! …
Heavens littered with broken dreams,
misadventures and stupid sceams ...
Enough! ...No More!! …
Godd just let it end! …
Save my heart, save my soul! ….
Life is so cold! …
No more! …
No more, just let me mend...
Or…
Or just let it end! …
Ebbing pain sides up the leg,
quickening breath as fingers clutch the bodies’ side…
Legs shake in anger release their taunt hold, the body slowly slides...
Settling upon the knees, head bent forward ...
Not a sound, not a sigh…
Just the repeated thought of Why...
Not even enough feeling left to cry...
Silent sobs now shake the soul but none will see it from outside…
Disillusioned with reality…
An Illusion for the world to see…
All the while deep inside she dies…
She dies and wonders…
Why…

-----------------------------------------------------------------

~You’re running out of time~

The darkness had awoken deep inside her mind,
Mortal heart broken with each new lie she would find.
Whispers all around her…
You’re running out of time…
A silent plea she sent…
Heaven or hell…
It didn't matter where it went…
So much time she had spent…
So much of her she had given out..
The whisper gains in volume tell they reach a deafening shout…
You’re running out of time…
You’re losing your mind…
Such a fool to even consider...
His lies upon paper …
He broke the golden rule...
The shouts in her mind echo louder…
…Fool...
Shoulders bent from weeping…
Eyes rimmed with unshed tears…
The time of confrontation is almost here..
Unfallen is that last tear, hardening herself, she must be strong…
The whispers return no longer shouting…
But chanting out their song..

He was wrong…
So very, very wrong…
He broke the golden rule…
He made you and your hearts love into a fool...
Back turned away, remember the fallen day...
Do not weaken as he tries to sooth…
Your point you must prove..
He is the fool..
His hands and words cause pain…
Nothing you did could have changed it…
Your not the one to blame...
He controls his actions…
He controls his mind…
It was he who thought you where untamed…
To inflict hurt upon flesh..
To shatter a heart and mind...
To take everything else away…
To make you deaf, dumb and blind…
Your body…
Your heart…
Your mind…
Your soul…
All these things he did try to bind…
Each time he thought he saw an imperfection, one single solitary flaw…
His words and hands flew out in anger…
To leave you feeling raw..
The whispers have the answers…
The darkness knows the cure…
His love is not for you…
He lies…
His heart is impure...
He broke the golden rule…
Its time he played the fool
...Echoes in the hallway…
Footfalls upon the floor…
The creaking of the broken bedroom door…
Soothing words now flow from lying lips…
Whispering, I'm so sorry…
Just tell them that you tripped...
Turn your eyes upon him, the darkness softly pleas…
This time show not tears..
Return to him his fears…
Make him echo your silent cries...
Silence his lies…
With her heart locked away...
To be given to one worth it someday, she rises from her shattered world...
Her body maybe battered…
But her will is now awakened…
From darkness she has taken…
The whispers speak what her mind would not…
Coldness enters her action…
Anger blazes in tear reddened eyes…
Her lips hiss out a word...
...Lies...
...So long she had cowered…
Ahh but that time is gone…
Now she towers…
Her words echoing out to slash at him this time…
You are wrong...
You are the one to blame...
Your anger untamed...
From darkness she has awoken, letting minds whispers be spoken...
She tosses him her ring…
A small ending token…
One last hard look at all he has broken...
The darkness has spoken…
The light will return…
… Take your love and its hurt filled touch…
Your soul, I hope will burn…
You will never learn....
I will never return..
These words flow from her lips in a voice so deathly calm…
He was so very, very wrong…
Darkness showed her this time...
As she steps from her prison of the past...
Into freedom at last…
One deep breath in her body…
……The golden rule………..
…………….Love will not be made a fool…

------------------------------------------------------

Hope you liked them (And yes, T, I know your fav. is the Stick poem lol)
 
These are great, but I really believe the first one should be titled "Illogical Reality." LoL. It's such a fitting title.

Anyway, I relate to poems like this because of my past. Some would call me a fool because my greatest strength is past pain, but what most people don't understand is that I have to remember. I have to use that pain to show me that now, when I think things are so horrible, they could always be worse.

Thanks so much for posting these, Madi. They're awesome!
 
Glad you like then, thought you might. We use some of the same things for our writings then lol do you use nightmares too?
I'll post a few laster for you, Stick is T fav lol, maybe you like it too
 
Nightmares, dreams, fantasies. What I wish my life was and what it has been. Those are all things I use to give me motivation for writing. And lately, they have all been things I use for creating photo manipulations. People usually say, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." My motto has been, "When life knocks you down, fight back with art."
 
Running out of time.... wow.. what can I say? I'm awed. It's really great, they both are, but that one... speaks to me. And somehow, as I was reading it, Shinoda's voice came into my mind singing it. Should pass that on to Linkin Park... I can totally hear him singing that.

God.. I just keep reading that second one. I am in tears... currently... that is me. I have alot of personal stuff going on right now and that poem.... thank you for sharing it.
 
I'm glad you liked it, when I've got the time I'll post a few more you might like..It always touchs me when my rambleings touch others
 
-hugs Robin- You'll pull through. We all do eventually. It'll hurt, but in the end, the pain is worth it. For yourself. For your children.
 
Back
Top Bottom