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toribell

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Sunday Sep 14, 2008

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The Man-Who-Had-All

She held out a time-tested hand;
It was a pure offering for a wrecked man.
She took his hand into hers and closed her eyes;
How could a life be so full of lies?
She sensed such a terrible sadness;
Everything had come undone through this madness.
She saw another side of the Man-Who-Had-All;
For once he was not standing that tall.
She felt that in this ruin she would learn to live;
Love the man who had never been there to give.
She stood by her husband's side;
Everything the price to pay for his damnable pride.


Memories

Faces in the dark
Melting around
Bleeding, tearing, whispering
All the memories I had of you are gathered there

Funny how the light never comes
No brilliance to see
Just forms and shapes reaching out
Won't you just take my hand,
Come with me?

Never been so lost before
Drowning in these memories


The Soldier

Last night the soldier stopped marching.
She was heard softly sobbing away her strife.
Her dreams were shattered, her sleep troubled.
She was finally tired of life.

It has taken a while,
For it was no easy task.
Wearing, tearing, pulling apart,
Until there was nothing left but this empty glass.

Some stupid choices had left her a mess,
A drunken hour left no memory of the lies.
Choices she did regret, but still she took the consequences in stride.
Until last night, when her friends left her in the choosing of sides.

Last night the soldier stopped marching.
This morning she wouldn't get out of bed.
Tomorrow she would be seen bleeding,
With a hole through her head.



Life and Death

On the edge of the Sea.
She stands there,
Eyes brimming over.
Salt mixing with Salt,
The little girl and the Wide Ocean.

As her tears drop into the Water,
The sun begins its descent.
Her silhouette is so small,
Next to the great Immense.

She looks Lost amid the Sand,
One Grain among so many.
No parents come a running,
To find their precious fairy.

This tiny creation,
With bare feet and loose hair,
Must belong to someone.

I run down to the Beach,
My pace becoming frantic,
As the Sea advances.
She won't look up as I ask,
"Little girl, what is wrong?"

Standing there for what seems like forever,
You know how these moments are.
Her head finally turns towards me,
I can't forget those haunting eyes.
Green, like the Sea,
She is piercing me deeper than the Ocean floor.

In these twisting pools,
I watch all that I had done in my past.
Looking down at my hands,
I cannot help but cry out.
Suddenly wrinkled and bloody,
Laid out is every sin, every regret.

The Ocean continues her rising.
I can not reach out and pull the little girl back.
My hands won't move, my lips can't speak.
Her head turns for one last glance,
Before her locks are swallowed.
Pity and grief for my Life and what should have been.


Compunction

I wish I never knew you
I wish I could forget
This hand you dealt me
Wasn't worth the bet

You didn't want me
Not me, untouched and unchanged
You were poison in my veins

I remember the hell you put me through
I remember this regret
Let's explain away these feelings
And forget the day we met

I wonder how deep the confusion has set in
I wonder if this stage will be the final blow
All the lies and different stories
But one thing I do know

You didn't want me
Not me, untouched and unchanged
You were poison in my veins



I Remember Too

And I do dream
Sometimes the nightmares come when my eyes are open
And I do miss
When I think of the times we made love
And I do cry
Sometimes when I fall apart
And I do regret
That this didn't work out
And I do yell
I hated you this much
And I did die
When I left



Porcelain Doll

Here I sit, on this shelf-
Never moving, never real.
The artist that sculpted my face-
Forgot to give my skin feeling.
My cold blue eyes can never close to dream-
My flaxen hair will never grow-
Here I will forever stay-
Just another pretty face upon the wall.

kilcher:
Some sad stuff but very well written. I like it.
Sep 15, 2008
artificialjoy:
These obviously came from a dark, sad part of you but they are beautiful.
Sep 16, 2008

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