"Poetry of the Past" Part 2
Feb 22, 2010
So easily forgotten, the apple turns rotten.
So easily mislead, the rose withers till its dead.
Death becomes her, drenched in blood.
I hear the silence dripping from her tongue,
and the voices that she hears disperse,
she is under his spell, his curse.
"What's this power you have over me?
Its too dark, I cant see."
His only reply was, "Your love is like a bloodlust.
I must have it, I must."
So easily misused, the body becomes bruised.
So easily misread, on the heart hangs the head.
Death comes too soon,
before the child even leaves the womb.
"I wish I had never been born,
to never felt this lover's scorn."
He lays upon his bed, this is what he said,
with tears upon his cheek,
"How I've become so weak.
Temptation has got the best of me."
He seeks redemption in her eyes,
But all she can do is despise.
There's nothing left but hate.
He must answer to his fate.
So easily hurt and broken, before a word was ever spoken.
So easily betrayed, the grave was already made.
"Now lie in it." she said.
"You're Fucking Dead.
In this hole is where you'll be,
never again will you hurt me."
Feb 19, 2010
You step farther away into a void.
To know you is to love you.
But how can you be so nonchalant?
To love you is to hate you.
You carry this weight upon your shoulders,
this burden, this curse.
You carry it without complaint,
for you know it could be much worse.
You douse your fears with sorrow,
You wallow in your own self pity,
and I used to think of you as clever,
as charming, and so witty.
Now just full of guilt and self hatred,
you fall apart in parts.
Weakness in the knees,
this is where it starts.
And this is where it ends,
everything you never wanted,
is now everything you give.
I asked for it a thousand times,
but it wasnt my life to live.
You dont know what love is,
and you probably never will.
For you do not know yourself,
though you pretend to still.
You pretend to be the perfect embodiment,
you think you know it all.
But when reality hits you,
you will surely fall.
For betrayal comes in the form of a friend,
you know this all too well.
You keep yourself locked up
inside your own personal hell.
For someone who has no feeling,
for someone who has no care,
You sure do give in to her,
like she was always there.
There to control you,
there to seduce,
there to contaminate
You fell right into her trap,
her Medusa's stare turned you to stone.
I just hope at night,
when your laying in bed, awake, alone,
that you have made the right decision,
that you will find yourself one day.
before everything you really want,
whisks itself away.
Feb 5, 2010
I gotta keep my head up,
while my heart is always down.
Every time I try to stand up,
I get pushed back to the ground.
And this time was no different,
Its always the same.
I must be doing something wrong,
to be always losing this game.
I must not have good judgement.
I must not play my cards right.
I always seem to make the wrong decision,
and never win this fight.
Its a battle I lost a long time ago,
and the scars, I wear them well.
Its a rollercoaster ride,
straight from the top I fell.
I guess this is my curse,
my own personal Hell,
but I'll never give up,
my soul I wont sell.
All the pain in the world
that one heart can endure,
I think I've endured it as much as I could.
I've sipped on the poison, now I'm waiting, the cure.
All poems are © Copyright NMJ 2011
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