Posts Tagged ‘poem’

Our Bed

Posted: March 26, 2013 in Love, poetry
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Our Bed (dramatic reading)

These tissues in our bed

Full of words we never said

These sheets are twisted and torn

From your wrath and my scorn

A mattress battered with hate

Many nights spent denying fate

This frame is broken and scarred

Our hearts were left without regard

And now we sit on the edge

Of what used to be our bed

Letting there be tears

Releasing all our fears

As the end does near

Wishing there was a way

To go back to that one day

That something had to be said

But you kept it in your head

As we lay together in our bed

And now all that remains

Is the memories of our pain

Both of our souls have been slain

This once was our bed

But all that was, is dead

One Lasting Forever (audio)

For us there is no forever

We knew that when we began this endeavor

We chose this path mutually

Divided, alone, we will hurt separately

The looming end poisons our time

Our love from the beginning was a great climb

Some moments are shared free of regret

Questions are pondered, Why have we met?

My life will be empty without you there

How am I to live gracefully without your care?

I want us to stay in this place together

Let’s make this moment the one lasting forever

These Tears

Posted: January 29, 2013 in Love, poetry, writing
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The tears I cry

Burn my skin

Like acid

Thinking about

What we might have been

 

I was just a wanderer

Looking for a start

Always left to ponder

With my broken heart

One day I came across

A man with gentle grace

He asked about my loss

And the look upon my face

I told him of my sorrows

About all the things I’ve lost

He gave me something to borrow

But it did not come without a cost

He placed inside my being

A warmth I did not understand

It suddenly felt so freeing

The feeling was so grand

“Here I give you my heart,

I hope it will help you see,

That with the things we part,

We are really just setting free.”

The man said, “That is all.”

He turned and walked away

I wanted to reach out and call

But his name he did not say

I kept the warmth inside

Every step I made

The sorrow began to die

My pain began to fade

Until one day I walked by

A woman upon her knees

I wiped the tears from her eyes

Her heart she said, “It bleeds.”

I knew what I had to do

To give her a better tomorrow

“I have something to give you,

It’s something you can borrow.”

“Here I give you my heart,

It’s yours for you to take,

but one day you will have to part,

To help someone who’s life’s at stake.”

The women stopped her tears

I got up slowly and walked away

As she began to free her fears

She calmly asked me to stay

I said “I can’t, I’m a wanderer,

I have just now found my start,

The only thing I now ponder,

Is who else needs a borrowed heart?”

 

 

 

 

Peace has never come from War

Love has never come from Hate

Hate has led to War

War has led to Hate

Love will lead us to Peace

Peace will end in Love

I had a dream two nights ago about floating on and iceberg with a polar bear. It was very “Life of Pi” and in my dream I wrote this poem. It’s very random and I don’t even know if it really makes sense but I haven’t posted in awhile (sry about that :/) so I thought I would share it with you, here goes:

Floating on an iceberg
The polar bear and me
Both of us left pondering
What it is to be

Every inch the ice smaller
The polar bear and me
Making the decision
On when it’s best to flee

Gazing into the water
The polar bear and me
Only he can swim
In the black as night sea

Sinking ever so slowly
The polar bear and me
Soon it will be the end
Then I will be free

Floating on an iceberg
The polar bear and me
Both of us left wondering
How this came to be

do you ever wish your heart would stop beating

stop running your life

stop you from breathing

stop taking flight

stop people from leaving

 

because right now I do

 

 

(This is my anxiety acting up again, heart attempting to beat out of my chest 😦 but with anxiety comes words and with words comes hopefully, peace) 🙂

I want you

I need you

I’m a slave for you

 

I don’t flaunt you

I won’t feed you

I’m locked in a cave for you

 

I miss you

I hate you

I’m lost without you

 

I won’t kiss you

I don’t bait you

I’m in a state of doubt with you

 

I free you

I hold you

I’m losing hope, for you

 

I don’t see you

I won’t mould you

I’m trying to cope with you

 

You don’t want me

You don’t need me

You’re not a slave for me

 

You won’t miss me

You won’t hate me

You’re not lost without me

 

You don’t free me

You don’t hold me

You’re not losing hope, for me

 

You are not for me

And I am not for you

Maybe I can be free

Maybe you can be too

Am I an anomaly?

Standing up for what I believe.

Accepting that everything is a part of me

 –

Am I an aberration?

Living in my imagination.

Hoping for a free global nation

Reading a book series in which these words are used frequently, this sprung out of no where while I was reading a chapter yesterday. Thought I would share. I think I would rather be both an anomaly and an aberration than someone who goes along with the norm just to fit in and be safe. I’m an out-of-the-box kind of girl 🙂

(The series is Matched/Crossed/Reached by Ally Condie)

Trapped

thoughts circling

continuous

never stopping

 Lost

fears gaining

persistent

peace waiting 

 Scared

heart pounding

always

hope longing

 Stuck

body tingling

constant

ideas triggering

 Angry

fists clenching

forever

tense feeling

 Weep

mind lying

endless

eyes crying

 Stop

voices talking

eternal

sound mocking

 Free

soul escaping

moment

for taking

I have always been an anxious, nervous person ever since I was a child. I rarely find moments of complete calm, when my mind is quiet and I’m at peace (these moments are like rare gems to me, and I am always grateful for them). I have become adapt to being in an anxious state, in fact, for me it just feels like who I am. It never posed any problems for me up until a few months ago when I experienced my first anxiety attack. It was the most terrifying experience I have ever had. I liken it to being on a roller coaster, going 100km without a harness, and then free falling continuously for hours. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, I couldn’t breathe, I was hot and cold, shivering and tense. It’s the strangest feeling having your mind tell you you’re dying while at the same time telling you your fine, calm down its just anxiety. I wrote this poem about how it feels to be trapped in a state of illogical panic and the moment you break free and feel normal again.