broken wings and bruised flesh by fearthischick, literature
Literature
broken wings and bruised flesh
I can feel your eyes peirce my flesh
cutting deep inside me
pour my blood,
nice and fresh
open my wounds for you to drown
my pain rings loud
this is my joy,
this is my crown
Cut me to the bone
and I shed a tear
my weakness is shown
it's just the fear of my own
I am exposed
I am used
I am bruised
I am disposed
Departing Rain Clouds by fearthischick, literature
Literature
Departing Rain Clouds
Cold and numb
You tell me the way to be
Get out
Get out
Get out of my mind
Don't control me, I'm not your machine
No more commands...It's my time to break away
Time to break away
Not under your control
I'm free
I am free
Force your own life into your own hands
The clouds finally depart
Clear
Clear
Clear from me
No more rain...I am beginning to realize my happiness
Learning to love myself for the first time
Loneliness now leaving
Strange and new...but welcome.
Here I confess my love for you
and I know that you don't care to hear my words.
But still I carry on.
My heart lies broken and torn.
Waiting for you
and I'll wait for you ever more
and if you do want me...
I need you to hold me in the depts of night
and tell me everything will be alright
and I know I can't hold you
up to the moon
and the light
shines right
through you
showing me all the evil you hold inside
and I do love you
but still I cry for you
and I know that you don't want to hear what I say
but I have to tell you this
I still love you ever more
I need you to hold me in the depts of night
and tell me everything will be alrig
Infesting...
Injecting...
Corroupting...
Inane minds with horrid images of persecption
Repeated actions of angst
Taking out aggression
falling to pieces
Failing this life
what's left?
Cold hard shell
Gutted and empty
The insides liquified and poured into molds
Reformed for a new cilivation
Conserving...
Deserving...
Preserving...
For the future,
A new start
A new life
recycled as an empty bottle
Or a crumpled piece of paper.
A new hope...
On a dark and gloomy night, she rides her black heart through the streets.
Black because of decay, dead because of all the knife wounds from being stabbed over and over in the heart.
Her shiny green eyes have now faded from tears, Radiant skin turned into a thousand days without sun, Hair gone grey with pain and misery.
A black heart grown heavy for the one she loves.
Pain from the one who says he loves her, growing old day, by day, by day.
Never seeing sunlight again, never seeing love again.
A once red heart turned black from breaking, a disease that will never be cured.
No love from family, no love from friends, no love from a man.
Feeling you die from the inside
Watching you live from without
Ripping and tearing
Grinding away
Trying to cut through
Trying to get out
See the blue flames turn to red
Lost and confused
Don't know what to do
Passing through the gate
Staring into the light
Get me out
Set me free
The world of fear
Tearing through my heart.
Silence is a blessing by fearthischick, literature
Literature
Silence is a blessing
Sitting alone
Rocking back and forth
Repeating in a whisper
"Silence is a blessing,
Silence is a blessing,
Silence is a blessing..."
Trying to make myself believe
For in the quite there are sins.
An unspeakable evil, A conscious,
A mind trying to get free.
Trying to devour every last breathe
Trying to be known, trying to be loud,
Telling me, controlling me,
Possessing me, commanding me,
Scared of what I will do,
Scared of who I will hurt,
Scared of myself.
Staring out of the window
Watching you, your movement
The curves in your body.
What are you thinking? ...
Walking back and forth,
Where are you trying to go?
Are you trying to get me to notice you?
I do... how could I not?
I see you cutting your eyes in my direction
I pray that you do not see me.
I hide my face, safe again, this time.
Oh the thoughts that run through my mind.
You look scared...why? ...I don't want to hurt you,
Or do I? ... Pleasure pain.
I want to taste your flesh,
I want to caress those curves,
Wanting to walk my fingers over your breasts.
Ah.. another look in my direction...
Is that a little smile I see on
the words are on the tip of my tongue
but still they are silent
they are wanting to break free
wanting to say what I have longed to say
but there is a force that blocks them... a nuisance
I want to say how I feel, but I can't
I've wanted to speak for so long, but I am silenced
so many words I want to say to you, all simple words with enormous meaning
They need to be spoken, the time is right
there is only one thing in my way...
I am not a coward... I am just caged
These feelings are burning raw... burning deep
long, painful, and confusing
they are as true as my words
they are fierce with desire
these feelings are flooding my bo
theres no point in leaving, the reason you keep coming back is you enjoy it all. otherwise you wouldnt have a problem with coming back. i mean if you honestly feel that you are wasting space and you serve no purpose on here....then you can leave, i cant make you stay but i would rather you not......but its up to you.
Yes, I do still enjoy it, but not as much as I use to. I love coming to DA, but my creative side has died. Well maybe not died, more like in a coma. Everything I write or photograph is just way to low for my standards. I have so many poems that are unfinished and I can't finish them. I try but when something comes to mind...it doesn't work. Thanks for your concern though.