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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 15:05:05 GMT -5
I write a lot of poetry, and I'm going to post some of my more recent stuff here.
I'll just put the obligatory disclaimer: this is darker poetry, so read at you own discresion.
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 15:06:32 GMT -5
PAINT ME RED
Seems like all people ever do is berate,
but now I'm bleeding myself free of their hate.
Look now what they have done to me,
a crimson sin that never should be.
I watch the blood as it drips down,
tracing it's way to the ground.
I cut myself and watch me bleed,
this is what you reap for your seed.
So, in the end, does anything else matter?
Or is all that you've done be to make me sadder?
Watch me bleed, watch me burn,
I'll watch you twist and turn.
When it is I who wins this hateful game,
because I'll know, neither of us will be the same.
HOLE IN MY LOVE
I’m here in my shadows,
I can’t figure out where to go.
I long for a world that forgives,
But it denies all I give.
I still remember when I first met her,
She was kind, compassionate, my heart did stir.
But she had another, her heart wasn’t mine,
Every time close I got that sign.
And I still remember that day
When finally I had my say,
When finally I had my chance to be done,
Full again, with her, but my heart was gone.
I had a hole in my chest where
My heart should have been, stare
In and see the empty inside of me.
As I wonder whether we could ever be.
Where did I lose my heart to?
I’ve lost myself; what did I do?
I couldn't feel you here even though I try,
and it just made me wanna break down and cry.
I hear you sing to me again,
Break me open and maim,
volitile dark emotions from within,
driving me to a crimson sin.
They don't know me,
they could never see,
something you had spoken,
leaves me open.
And I wanna be in your arms tonight,
I want you to take me to this pinnacle height,
of love, learning to love
and find my heart again, dove.
I fear that I might
in showing the dark give you a fright,
but you stay by my side,
it's not something I have to hide.
I wanna stay with you forever.
I'll leave you never.
OUT OF HAND
You don't understand.
This has all gotten out of hand.
Sailing from red sunrise,
just to ride into the sun set.
We'll never reach those highs
like we did when first we met.
We're words in the margin.
We're just another average Joe.
We're trapped in this sin.
We're stuck in this hole.
We don't need these chains.
We gotta make us this change.
You're never gonna understand
just how bad this is out of hand.
Shadowed by your eclipse,
just wanna be with you.
Wouldn't it be too bad to have a kiss?
That's my one last wish.
To be with you.
We're in this together.
We're words in the margin.
We're just another average Joe.
We're trapped in this sin.
We're stuck in this hole.
We don't need these chains.
We gotta make us this change.
Trapped so much in our own misery and pain,
trying to help each other,
but for ourselves we can't do the same.
We're words in the margin.
We're just another average Joe.
We're trapped in this sin.
We're stuck in this hole.
We don't need these chains.
We gotta make us this change.
I forget what it was like to smile.
But helped me find that grin again.
Now much more docile,
I wanna be yours.
We're words in the margin.
We're just another average Joe.
We're trapped in this sin.
We're stuck in this hole.
But we're in this together.
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 15:11:52 GMT -5
This from my band, I wrote it.
ON BROKEN WINGS
Broken down and thrown away,
when will someone look at this face again?
Let out in the cold to freeze away,
I stared for months at the sun,
to burn the images away.
She was chained and left with little of her own,
she ever-so-slowly declined into herself.
Trying to reach out hurt her so much ...
She was chained,
chained by their words.
Stinging, biting, bleeding, gnawing,
longing to be free.
Breaking out of a world of sin,
only to find the world of "good" was not much better...
Longing for justice for all,
but cannot even find justice for one.
She was chained,
chained by their words.
Stinging, biting, bleeding, gnawing,
longing to be free.
She needs to find her sin,
and face herself.
Look in the mirror and realize,
that the enemy is staring her in the eyes.
Change begins with one.
Can she change for the better?
Changing, searching, looking,
trying to find what is good
in a world that is cold as her heart.
Trying to find the answers,
but don't even know the questions.
Have to find escape.
But that which does not kill her,
makes her stronger,
and she gathers her strength,
and she'll fly away, on broken wings.
Gotta escape, gotta find solstice,
she rushes, frantic, mind bent on but one thing.
She's gotta escape from her hell
and find herself again.
Look deeper into that mirror, love.
You are your own creation,
you are what you want to be.
So make yourself you,
and escape from the prison
of prejudice and expectations,
rise above it all,
on your broken wings.
What if I told you love,
that you could live again?
Would you take the chance?
Would you rise above their words?
Breaking free of the prison,
I know your answer.
Elevated into the skies above,
no longer chained by malice and hate.
Don't be afraid, love,
you are free again.
Atagonistic religion dissolved
in the light of truth.
Self-righteous anger has faded
in the warmth of love.
Change from the inside complete,
you are restored, whole again.
Justified to yourself, and healed once more,
looking in the dark and seeing light,
you see the beauty in everything,
in everyone.
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Post by Bloodyaftertaste on Jun 25, 2004 15:26:07 GMT -5
you know im always a fan of your stuff : )
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 15:28:07 GMT -5
ACROSS TIME
This bond of mine nothing can break,
there is nothing which can it take.
A lassie fair who was as fair as white,
one whom I would ne'er let leave my sight.
Where once before my dream where filled with dark,
now they have warmth from you gentle heart.
There is nothing I would not foresake,
to be with you, my lovely soul mate.
This bond we share transcends all time,
for even diminished by that, still you're mine.
There is no earth-made wall
which behind love may crawl,
And to you my beautiful dove,
I would give to you my love.
More or less rhyming free verse :)
... For Lynn ...#nosmileys
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Post by Bloodyaftertaste on Jun 25, 2004 15:37:41 GMT -5
 thats really touches me, ich leibe dich i have to write more for you, my only prob is most of my stuff is dark, doesnt quite fit for how i feel for u...hmm...
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 15:39:42 GMT -5
Well if you want to then by all means go for it, I'd probably be happy with anything, you know me, I love your writing :)
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Post by Bloodyaftertaste on Jun 25, 2004 15:53:06 GMT -5
thx it means a lot to have that confidence, you know how i am about my writing, and u do know that the second untitiled was writen for you, i think thats the one im gonna post next
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 16:08:11 GMT -5
To be honest I don't remember it, but it'll jog my memory when I see it posted :)
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 16:21:26 GMT -5
WINDS OF CHANGE
The winds of change have split us apart.
It torments my fragile heart.
And now that you have been gone,
I have only this melancholy song,
to remind me of the times that we had,
and thinking back, 'tis so sad.
Once we had the hearts of lovers set,
but it seems the cruelest fate we have met.
For the winds of change have split us apart.
And it has broken my fragile heart.
And now that you're gone,
now that you have left,
I have only my melancholy song.
The summer is near,
and the pain is here.
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Post by Bloodyaftertaste on Jun 25, 2004 16:23:42 GMT -5
wow thats really good, and i think i know the connection
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 16:42:23 GMT -5
I'm sure you do Lynn, and thanks ((hug))
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Post by Bloodyaftertaste on Jun 25, 2004 16:55:49 GMT -5
:hugs back:
YAY i did know the connection, lol
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Post by Chahiero on Jun 25, 2004 17:46:00 GMT -5
TEMPEST
Though the humid air is warm,
the skys are laced black with storm.
Waves crash down upon the shore,
the rickety docks can take li'l more.
Though times earlier have been dark,
'tis my words that you must mark.
Ne'er before have they been like this,
as hang the dark fog's blood mist.
Yesterday is but a faded lost memory,
happiness that will never again be.
For the storms come to the shore today.
And it will always now be that way.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Jun 26, 2004 3:38:32 GMT -5
 Hello again you two, it's me......beautifully haunting poems Chahiero.....gosh, I really wish I could hear them to music.....but *sigh* no one should have to feel such pain.......as BAT, great job!!
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