Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Plea to a foolish heart

Oh foolish heart of mine,
I would like to tear you out of me.
Relieve me of the pain you bring,
and stop, stop falling.
I beg of you,
grant me this one wish
so that I may live,
not for the sake of my love for others
but for my own sake.
Stop this foolish nonsense
of giving yourself completely,
only to be torn into shreds
like blood,
red tears falling from within.
Don't blind yourself with idealistic dreams
that won't ever come true.
Forget promises
that seem to good to be true
and open your eyes to reality.
I beg of you,
grant me this one wish
so that I may live,
without the hurt
without the pain
without the suffering
without a worthless love.
Leave behind
hopeless fantasies
and move on dear heart.
To a future,
empty of the feeling
empty of the emotion
empty of the past
filled with memories of love.
I beg of you,
just stop falling
and filling me with nothing
but unreciprocated fallacies.
That's all I ask, so please.

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Foolishness, naivete, it keeps us in a cycle of never-ending pain. Sometimes, no matter how much pain we endure, we are constantly in a state of relieving mistakes and bringing back painful memories.

Eyes of an Innocent

Unaware of what lies ahead,
we choose what we perceive
to be the better of both worlds.
As compared to adulthood,
children have the unfair advantage...
or so they claim.
And thus we reach into the unknown,
the world of reality,
of independence,
of responsibility,
of pressure,
of failure.
Never to return to ignorant lives.
No longer
the eyes of an innocent.

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Not even children are innocent in this world which is full of sins and mistakes.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Ignorance is Bliss

Remind me not of problems dawning
but leave me in the dust,
where lay forgotten pain and suffering
in friendship's precious trust.
For in knowing one remembers
that which seems to lie ahead,
thus say not a word for if perturbed
I may soon find myself as good as dead.
And thus is silence a sweet sound
of ignorance long fathomed,
where no words are said, for in dread
they now lay abandoned.

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Ignore everything, and everyone. Do not seek for the truth for the truth, though it sets one free, is very painful.

Keep a Secret

Can you keep a secret
and tell not a soul,
can I tell you something
and tell no one I told?
Can you keep silent
and smile as if you know nothing,
can you look a person in the eye
and not end up laughing?
Can you go about normally
as if you weren't hiding a fact,
can you meet many people
without being a sneaky old rat?
Can you zipper your mouth close
and not give up when you're in a pickle
can you remain true and promise
to be who you are, simple?
Can you hear what I have to say
and have it go back out the other,
can you forget what I told you once
and not repeat it any further?
Can you keep my secret
and store it in your mind,
throw away the key
so it won't be easy to find?

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Cross my heart, hope to die. Stick a finger in my eye.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Man and Woman

To find one who truly means the world
and understands with a loving heart
is something that one wishes for
in finding the body and soul's other part.
A man who above all gives of himself
as he pledges to love his wife dearly
and in vowing in front of God and friends
sees in a new light completely.
He who makes her laugh and smile
and without contempt sacrifices
to make her the happiest bride on Earth
through all pains and strife.
And she a woman long sought a man
and on Earth has found her partner,
wishes only but happiness for them both
bearing his sons and daughters.
She who bears his children in name
and goes about a wife and mother,
gives all her family her own love
as blessings and gifts to God the Father.
And thus it all but begins with a wedding
in a fairytale never ending,
as both people go on their merry way
their blessings and wishes, in God thus I pray.


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Oh how lovely the sound of a perfect happy ending and marriage. What is perfection but a simple dream and wish. What is a happy ending but our own personal choice.

Abandoned

Out of place and out of time.
Underappreciated among the crowd,
that which once was treasured
has now become a part of the past.
And they have long gone
and left her behind,
unconsciously leaving her out of everything
while she remains standing still.
Looking at the people she holds so dear
the footsteps and distance keeping them apart
and the emptiness, with the feeling of abandonment.

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Alienated. Abandoned, like an old rag doll or a fading fashion trend.

Where art my love?

Such a story is a paramour of my dreams,
and will true love be never mine to hold.
Shall it remain forever a dream
or shall I see it opened before me
like a chest of gold yearned by all
and simply mine.
For I desire my own true love,
not that of others who hath their own wishes
because I, selfish thus
for that which is rightfully mine -
my own deserving true happiness.
I neither wish to take which isn't mine
but to find what was fated to be
meant only for me.
Can I seek to find only my own true love?
Finding not those whose hearts I may break
or to find those who might break mine own.
For there may only be me
and there shalt just be him.
Him whom I desire most of all
above everyone else, him, who is love,
the embodiment of my heart and
the yearning of my soul.
Where art thou?

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Shakespeare-in-love-inspired . A different style of writing from 18th Century literature.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Essence

So...
when the world stops crying
for my lost and tortured soul;
Will you keep hugging me close
and never let me go.
Will you, like all others,
abandon me to the darkness
that engulfs me slowly.
There remains a small
but faint beating
that waits to be called.
Keep a light shining through
for me,
and always keep me in your thoughts.
Don't lose hope
and keep me steadily walking back
to where I once was.
Just stay there,
and be who you've always been for I
am a broken soul
waiting for her pure heart.

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Countless yearnings and desires.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Where red flowers bloom

Red flowers bloom
Where blood runs dry
In a place,
where souls do not rest
And tormented cries
Fill the dark night.
Velvet petals sway
In the Wind
But soon, to my touch
They wilt and disintegrate
Gone,
Leaving nothing but
Silent tears behind.

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Red leaves bloom here, in a place where it should not exist. It reminds me of shed tears and dying men, of sadness and regret. Here, where those red leaves do not belong. In this world, where sadness is not welcome, it stays.

Lifeless

Suffocating,
breathing without breathing
and living without living.
Moving as if each day
were the same as the day before
and as if everything was a blur.
Nothing exemplary, nothing out of place.
Everything the same
and unchanging.
No uniqueness, nor individuality.
One of many, many of one.
Just one, and nothing more.

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When nothing is different from the past nor the future, what do we strive for? Yearn for? Hope for?

Won't you darling?

When barriers break
and hearts don't ache,
wake me, won't you darling?

When pigs do fly
and lovers don't lie,
call me, won't you darling?

When the sun grows cold
and our nights together old,
hold me, won't you darling?

When true love is untrue
and I've finally lost you,
kill me, won't you darling?

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The poem is suppose to seem very idealistic, contrasting, and in a way sarcastic. It focuses a lot on wishing for the impossible things that is reality. And in the end, when that idealism cannot be attained, what is there to live for.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Death and Dreams

I dream, a dream of deaths. As if my fate calls me to die. Dreams are suppose to give a person happy thoughts and take them to a place only they can go to when away from reality. But it seems that even in dreams, death calls me to be its constant companion. How long do I have to remain in this rut to dreams? Won't the Sand Man have mercy and let me dream wonderful dreams, during the only time I have left for myself?

It's not as if I ask for much anyway. All I want is the chance to dream away my problems. It's as if I dream a thousand deaths, as if I die a thousand deaths. No. I die and die, again and again.


And now, I am off. To dream again, and to die again.

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Dreams of death and of dying are a common occurrence in my world.

Season of Forgiveness

And when the last snow falls to the ground
with nothing but a distinct sound,
does that mean that snow falls no more
and will our fate be ever more sure.
If the season brings about good cheer,
for me it brings us every near
to a decision that I alone must make
and a new road I alone must take.
And on this road I tread steadily on,
supposedly with my regret long gone
and with our past simply a mere memory,
all your faults but part of a sad romantic story.
Yet human is me,
and woe my humanity
for thinking that it is too hard to forget
not long ago we were like a set.
A pair of two, a pair of doves,
a pair of friends or a pair in love,
a pair of two hurt hearts who needed mending,
or a pair of friends who were just pretending.
Still a set, now no longer does it exist,
and in its wake it has created a rift.
So the season brought it to an end
supposedly it was time to mend,
to forgive and move on as if it were a dream
and I was made to awake it seems.
And so the past has faded into nothing
with our mistakes but a sheer passing
and with the new year just around the corner,
it seems as if I hate you no longer.
Even if forgiveness be part of the season,
it still does not give you a reason,
to forget everything that was or is,
because I for one shall not savor in the bliss
of ignorance.

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For amid the Christmas season, our conscience takes the better of us and makes us do the unexpected.

Of pity and presumptions

If you think that a thousand apologies could mend the broken heart, then you are mistaken. If you believe that a hundred gifts could make me forget your errors sir, then I pray sir that the lord bless your corrupted soul. For if you believe that for every mistake done upon me or any other for that matter, that a few words or deeds or material possessions could remedy every little mistake, then I hope that you may do no more harm or commit no more problems. Alas, such is your position that you are, in my good opinion, unable to do such a thing, and that somewhere along the way, you will in your supposedly good judgment again bring harm to an innocent person. I should thus pity you now, and not linger in an inevitable future. Your future thus, has already been determined.

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Attempts at writing the thoughts of a young girl living in the 19th Century. Inspiration care of Jane Austen's novels.