Poems

Pain flows through my body with the same determination as the blood pumps through my heart, ironically only death would prevent either. Devastation, something my self is familiar with.

I have no understanding to the cause, not really am i so bad? am i so wrong?

Confusion aches in my head, whiche piece do i pick up first?

A need to swallow the pride or the fear of it choking me.

My love is complete, why do you fight it when you could bathe in it's wonderfull glory?

I would gladly give you every piece of me if i believed it would give you piece of mind,

I dont have that power only you do.

If you had faith in yourself you would be free, only freedom brings peace of mind.

Alas, it's safe inside your cage and i am so very alone sitting outside.

If you left we could dance together, our own victory dance entwined in each others souls.

Our day of celebration must be soon, we fight so hard.

It's time for respite, for sweet caresses of our minds, our bodies, a time to taste what our victory will bring.

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Peculiar, quiet unhappiness from no apparent source.

A confusing shower of unclear emotions.

A most uncomfortable awareness that is debilertating.

Oh lord, the sweet ramblings of a heavy heart,

But also a cowardly one.

All poetic meterphores and pretty trappings

But of cousr never once mentioning

The actual, painfull source!

Even when alone, my pen and i

The nedd to behave so coy

Very english now i think about it.

To never really touch the painfull part

Just apply a poetic plaster

And use words to muse about whats underneath.

Humanity, a constant source of puzzlement.

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Hell.

Today i came upon hell.

Hell isn't how i imagined it,

It isn't frightening here

And the only monsters are the ones i brought with me.

It's absurd, thats what Hell is

Nothing makes sense, its all so surreal.

Theres no feelings,