Damnation
Here we lie, broken hearted
Left to burn away all hope and faith
Self esteems set to an all time low
Forced to change our nature and stature
Having self identity seem like a crime, a treason
To forever obey selfish and contradicting commands
Some meant to entertain our tormentors
While others are are to estinguish the flame of innoncence
We are upon swift wings to damnation
The only purpose we serve to
Many wonder if the great gods above care anymore
To allow their creations to suffer such fates
Witnessing and experiencing the many horrors of death
Man's inner demon is revealed
Such fear they strike and lash upon us
Leaving no room within' our souls for courage
Growing cold to our surroundings
Looking to tohers with no compassion
Just to snatch life's necessities away from them
Author's Note: I started out writing this poem from an original character of mine's perspective on being a prisoner of war/in concentration camps with others who can relate. i cannot reveal anything about this character nor the story. too soon and original.
about half way through, i realized that the poem sounded like i could have it sound like someone/jews from the holocaust. their feelings on this. touched upon. the book "night" was obviously on the mind here. damn lit final! lol
so, the poem can be interpreted in both those ways that i mentioned. but i don't think i'm quite done with it.... oh well, enjoy! ^.^
Discriminating Boundries
a land with boundries
people not caring to look beyond them
to blind themselves from seeing the big picture
filled with people who only want to hear what they desire
nothing to take in that they need to hear
what they desire to hear does not always come in the purest of forms
easily can the rulers be decepted by unlawful counsel
encourging upon fantasy and not reality
deft to all whom oppose
to those whom bring ill tidings of a suffering land
the old wise but unheard
the young no longer matter
but seem inferior to the boundries of thought and decision
weak of heart can bring upon weak of mind
with no control of the necessary necessities
the light is gone from their lives
even their eyes seem dark and lifeless
growing cold to what makes life flourish in their worlds
some would rather remain safe and unscatched
than to face a conflict they aren't ready for
the blind can be so foolish as to be in denial
open war can be upon them
wether they risk it or not
even when they can see it clearly before their eyes
like the rise and fall of sunlight
so easy are they to despair
leaping forth to conflusions that aren't quite true
hysterics they can be
corrupted greatly by power and pursuaion
never learning to grow
an open mind can never exist in their boundries
the borders are too well protected
quite the impossible to penetrate their forces
lines of defense they hold up strong and with vigor
most this is stubborness and idoicy to accept the truth
the truth before them but yet cannot see
forever their kind shall be confined
closed, enwrapped with their happy fantasy jail cell of land
with unwavering borders of misguidance and mistrust
Sequel to the "Forever in the Dark" series about Agent Sands (Under Lock and Key and Hate Myself)
Borrowed Heaven
sitting amongst broken souls
consuming a liquid warmth to numb their pain
taking in as much as they can bear
i am one who dearly wishes to see my reality vanish
although much of it has alluded me greatly
seeing as that i am blind to the world around me
drinking in this fantasy world helps me to rip away
tear off the painful memories of my forced sin
to temporarly forget that my windows are no more
only to have images flash across my mind as the remainder
of what's left of my imagination
i feel so detached from the world this way
as if i were in a dream but partially awake all the while
floating between existance and sweet relief
indulging in the joy of visions i once had
even when there are nightmares to claw away at my being
i find reality, my life, more horrifying than the latter
having experienced so much death
brought upon by my own hands of creation
or someone before me
at times like those, i place on a mask of cold indifference
to shield away and hide whatever emotion i may feel
either of disgust, joy, or even, fear
but i will never give one the satisfaction so easily
never let another soul know me beyond my set boundries
some believe me to be inhuman
but i refer to this as control over one's self
never was the type to show weakness
lash out at others who come to close to knowing the truth
truth behind my creative maze of false pretences of myself
a version of me that i show to the world
of a being whose superior to his higher officers
no matter how much of his insanity may have faded into the blue
a shell of a killer and stratigist
no more, no less will they ever know
creating intricute little paths of persona
many can the other take
trying to reach my center of mentality
setting many traps for them to fall into
some investigators can fall forever into those traps
never to return to the true me
while i can easily turn others away
make them go back and forth
coming forth with so many miscalculations about me
incredible and hilarious mistakes i find
how unwise to second guess me
or even to go so far as to believe they know this soul
what fools and impudence, i say!
only if they knew to always watch their backs
or it could mean their very lives at stake
even more so when they strike the wrong nerve
crossing me is the last thing they will ever do
i promise you that
although, i don't make many promises that i keep
that is, before i slaughter them, of course!
death is such a final and vital step
that we work towards to prolong our whole miserable lives
now, doesn't that seem depressing?
we live for such a short time
than we decompose in the meanwhile
trying our best to provide our bodies with health
seems feudal at times, no?
sometimes i believe that life can be a waste of time
sounds crazy, i know
just depends on what you plan to do with your life
all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us
so i hear from the wise as i wander through my life
many people i have come across have feared me
and even loathed me
i don't care all that much for them either
they fear cause they don't understand me
for my dark view and beliefs about our world
i'm not exactly complaining, really
just telling it like it is
keeping it real to the ignorant and naive at heart
they musrt know
it's a right to the land of the free
freedom of speech and be heard
thinking so much about this lifetime grows tiresome
when i sink to this level of mind
i make my way here
to a place where the dreary can down their misery
drown it in a liquid that makes us forget
only for a little borrowed heaven, if you will
this will take forever and all night
in order for this one to forget all he's seen and heard
Living Torture
to have love and lost
the greatest feat any mortal can bear
upon fragile hearts they glide upon
lying here in the ruins
broken hearted
shattered all consuming
taking to the golden liquid that will help them forget
if only for a time
others would light a sinful shaft to fill them with a strange high
which also causes to shorten their lives in the process
if not poisoning their temples
than off to great depression
dark clouds fillng their skies all the time
wondering why life never gets better
too much pain drives the weak insane
some to the point of hurting themselves dearly
with a materilistic object or by regret
the many forms of pain that our hearts cause
not enough will to live and see it through
the fog of misery is too great
upon the hopeless romantics at heart
to suffer for eternity is their curse
some just need to find the strength to seak outside help
even when it is unwanted
tortured souls aren't always meant to be
possible to be mended
if they see to it
but will this leave an everlasting scar upon them?
i hear that once you love and lost
they are always a part of you
no matter what
mortals are not the only ones that can be overtaxed
even worse for the immortals and damned
having to live out their whole lives
caring this grief forever
left like an enternal scar
left to burn our minds when it arises
to have love and lost
Fifth Installment to "Forever in the Dark" Saga
Sweet Surrender
no one has bled quite like me
at least, not the average mortals
my body and mind are covered in scars
many that you can't even imagine
nor see with your judgemental eyes
flickering memories of when they bled can be harrowing
even worse when they can reopen
leaving me open for all to see
weak and vulnerable with no where to hide
i have some believing that i'm mutalated
either upon self infliction or disagreement
they will never and could never know
those stories are not for them to know
nor can they make me tell them so
i refuse to tell tales of them like an elder
an elder telling his story of times of war
not going to sink to that level
shall not let myself be seen by anyone
my scars shall remain there
untouched by another living soul to bear
so much doubt that any mortal could bear my tales
even if i were to be honest to one
which is quite rare to do
to let a single string or flow of those memories to come back
will only allow my stitches to come undone
for people to tease at
to unravel my self to them
must i always resew my worn out clothes
cloth tattered from many years of use
plain to see that my protection is thin
but not as fragile as glass
although shattered shards i can gather
will be deadly then for them
but yet i don't want to bleed them
like others have done to me once long ago
not right to wrong them like i've been
no one truly deserves to heed where i've been
and what i've seen
such pressure on their pure souls is unnecessary
nor does anyone deserve what i've got
a tortured soul
a heart that is damned to hell
much like mortal fantasy of cursed immortality
like the vampyric immortals we dream of
such an illusion, truly
but so much alike, never the less is so
i do not fear being damned all that much
like i rightly should be doing so
it is just that i've gotten so used to this
this self imposed exile
my conscious bearing down on me all the time
to claw at me with such dark words
words that i dearly need to hear
although i would prefer to hear things i would like
i hear the wisdom
but i am deft and dumb to them way too often
the light of reason needs to show through me
my dark aybss that always clouds my mind and my vision
blind for all eternity, yes
but the choice not to remain deft and numb no longer
sounds quite inviting
as strange as i find that
i speak of such conviction, do i not?
but yet i take no action whatsoever
i desire that feeling of inspiration
to plunge myself forth into a new shell
for this one to seek redemption
my new born desire
these wounds and scars of mine are great in number
obvious sign for help
to turn my inner tide
to wash away this insanity from my entity
that has clouded me too long
and has gone unchallenged for ages
must come to an end
that is for certain
a damned soul seeking inner peace
to which many of us mortals seek
but few of us ever find
a wonderful dream like world where we can do no wrong
to have our sins uplifted and barden
a sweet surrender
like a heaven upon earth
to those who have found that garden of eden
makes one wish that the great gods were still alive
just so that they can see this
and know that their creations can find this possible
that not all hope is lost upon the sinners
dark ones have a way back to the light
even when they tangle by a fraying shred
of sanity and health
one day i'll fly to that heaven
you just wait and see, my friends
Originally posted by BOPRecruit 16
So Little Time For So Few Wordsso many pages for words
yet none of them are the main attraction
for no one seems to take heed
not all that is said must have a fine point
but the painted image should be the basic idea
the quick flash across the plains of thought
some clouds of doubt seem to allude the mind
making it hard to find the light of inspiration
the cool water cannot be molded
no matter how hard the writer must struggle
to craft something so wild and free
what a feudal struggle with mind to reflex
so many distractions causing traffic to the current
damage to the shores that are boundries
not having the strength or will to go on
if not that, then leaving the idea to burn
left to florish another day
while the other muse is more intriguing
always there will be a continous flow of anew
to wait their turn to be seen by the world's watchful eye
so little time of the seasons and feelings
not all will get a chance to be planted and grow forth
some even shatter upon reflection
so hard to return to the old way of thinking
at times, making the new look jaded
both earn their fare shares of wear and tear
so many stories to be told
will they ever end?
with so many distractions blockading all passageways
who can truly manage such mayhem?
why should a writer be so heavly cursed with such doubt and wonder?
the desire to find a mediem and go with it
to feel free again and accomplished
with the young and restless
of a fantasy that doesn't exist on the presented plans
the world urging one on to get and feel expired
to bring the mind back to the clouds
and away from the underworld of confusion
I like that one ✅ 😄
Harry Potter's view about his destiny and how he feels trapped within' it with no way out...(My first HP poem!)
Defiance is Futile
to have defied the darkness more than once
has locked me into an uncertain fate
a future that can't not be forseen
one of my mentors believes that i will die soon
if not now, then in the future under the heat of war
so many souls look up to me
filled with admiration for my deeds
that i always seem to play the role of a hero
doing what is right for our world's sake
putting aside my fear, to concur it so
not everyone thinks so
namely my rivals and the hidden followers of that darkness
holding a grudge for my reckless courageous acts
or for what i caused their mighty lord
everyone in my world or those who've heard of me
believe that i will lead them during our great war
defeat and defy the great evil once more
do i ever wish to let them down?
to see the disappointment within' their eyes
so many see me and judge me
do i not care like any mortal for when i wish
wish, desire privacy from their peering eyes?
shield myself from others great expectations
clouds of doubt hover above my conscious like a lead weight
i have these powers and a warrior's will
things that i haven't quite come to terms with
nor understand why i have them
those who admire me from afar think i'm some god
or more like the left hand of god, gabriel of sorts
so often that i cannot take the pressure
bending and tossing me around with words and views
concepts i'm not ready to place upon myself
to become what the prophecy fortells of one like me
sometimes i wonder many things of this
if i could just throw it all away
to attempt to be who i desire to be
prefer to not deal with the darkness again
after all of the pain he has caused me
it's all just too much
the strain wears me down
fear and doubt always around to remind me
that i am human
someone who isn't unbreakable
that's just not possible for me
i'm only human and mortal at that
another thing about this unwanted battle
can't i consider another role to play?
not a hero or a soldier fighting for his values
to use another possible skill i contain
learning to be a healer with ease
is it even possible that i can be a healer?
i'll let down many if i choose this path
they could call me a coward all they like
will that burn me so?
i can't stand to see the ones i love look at me like that too
my burden is a mighty one
that i don't have much choice in
forced to conform
conscious tangled in confusion on what to do
to walk the forged path
or to reject it
the way of the hero is not an easy life
to each his own upon choice
reckless and naive as it had been
not yet broken is this soul
but i struggle with so many hardships
that i dangle near the ledge dangerously so
to lose all hope and fall away into an aybss
a pit of a breakdown and depression
with so many oceans left with stormy skies above them
the wind lashing at my being and soul
grains of sand stinging the flesh like angered wasps
so tortured am i not?
i need so much help yet i don't do anything to seek it
feelings as if i should lone this
and that no one should have to bear it like i do
i am alone in this world
even with companions as great as mine
quite impossible to find anyone who can match up
to a destiny that is not so great anymore
Prequel to "Defiance is Futile" and my second HP poem (takes place towards the end and/or after "Goblet of Fire"...
Everlasting Scar
a fate handed to me so harshly
to have faced many foes
without exhuding much fear
but with high recklessness
having witnessed someone's death
quite unbearable to watch
to know that i could do nothing for that soul
a person losing his life
the potential and years he had ahead of him
all gone as light faded behind those windows
forever that image will be engraved upon my own
images that return to haunt me to this day
the biggest regret for hesitating
mentally scared for all eternity as i know it
if not everlasting like i believe
than until my dying day
however dreadful i can imagine its form
and limited my time on earth
surviving what is thrown at me
never to know when my inner fire will be estinguished
a future deeply shrouded with uncertainty and anxiety
famished for a peace of mind
not being prepared nor willing to wave that goodbye
hey girlie! 😱 😊 *hugs* how are you? haven't seen you here in what has felt like ages! it's been too long and that does suck about your comp. thanks for the review, i love reading it. dmw, at first when i saw that i thougth "dmv" and i was like...🤨 😆 major brain fart there! lol well, i haven't added new content in a day or so. but added lots when i was updating. buring the late night oil doing that. always do my best work at night or in the very early morning. sadly it can't be earlier. such a night owl am i. ^.^
btw, when i uploaded my hp poems to ff.net, i titled the saga "the way of the hero". good kick ass title, no? 😄
Third Installment to "The Way of the Hero", but this time it's from Draco Malfoy's perspective.
The Long Road
if things could go my way
i would change everything about myself
qualities that i despise
belifes i was forced to conform to
never having to lash out at people
for reasons that i don't even understand myself
ceasing to hate others around me so
just because they aren't like me
such a harsh and racial view to behold upon them
to torment those who can't help
but be what they are
i wish to be another person
to understand myself better
with no worries of the consequences
no longer will i carry this life long shame
ashamed of the way i have turned out
under parents so cold and cruel to the world
never to feel guilty to feel such hatred towards my father
who acts like my superior and a tyrant
plus a tormentor against the little things i do
actions that seem to him like mistakes
that nearly cost our family's honor
like we had any of that before
our family and my father
don't know the meaning of that word
they love to believe that they know and see all
when they are truly the inferior ones
deft and blind to all reason
for that makes it impossible for me to reconsile
with a man so difficult as he
not heeding to my words of change
so i quit all together to get him to hear me
to reveal too much of turning of tides
might lead him to jump to unecessary conclusions
such as i desire to switch sides
evade the darkness that threatens to capture me
bend me to their every will and demand
i want nothing of it altogether
their values seem disgraceful to this one
very strange to remember a time
when i once thought their visions were my own
what was i thinking then?
the dark lord and his minions
they only bring means for an apocolypse
completely mental and imcompenent
absolute power blinds them
bringing about so much death
to the young and old
ending innocent lives before they have a chance
to make something of themselves in this harsh world
i'm admitting to great loathing here
their actions and values anger me
like an internal fire
words from monsters like them
is like fuel to my firey outrage
and yet to never set them ablaze upon my victims
to betray them could mean my life
one has to be careful with this family of mine
a hord of bloody murderers and bastards
altough the word bastard to call their kind
seems to meger a word to describe
yet that will do before i lose control of my temper
not wise to get furious and lash out blindly at them
i must go to great lengths to transform myself
away from their prying eyes
and crimson splattered hands
smeared in so many sins
that god would be beyond belief at this
why can't he just smyte them for it?
for all of their ill deeds
to let the world be done with them
so we can all breath easier
this one would feel safer and greatly relieved
like a person sprung from jail
to know the meaning of true and pure freedom
to my heart's great delight!
be in wide open spaces
within' a kind outdoor nature
allowing me to see the wonderful light of life
bring about the downfall of my barriors
well trained shelds of indifference and ice
no longer will i be known as the ice king to be my peers
after much time of adjusting to glorious independence
my soul can have its global warming
melting and shedding away the layers of frozen water
transformation like a insect's metamorphasis
what a world it will be
to see the reactions in someone's eyes
for them to realize that i am no longer
the person i once was
if they ask what brought this on
what a story to tell!
i am never turning back once i turn over this new leaf
changing my destiny, my path
walking a new one
with less depree and divides
that used to cost me my way
clouding sense of direction
to a more certain future that was once unforseen
i have a choice to be who i want
and let my family not tell me anything other
a battered soul upon the road to redemption
a long road with a more promising fate
i'll soon know no shame nor hate
towards my equals and peers
drifting away to freedom with the others
let this vision not be a mere fantasy
but an everlasting reality
let this soul be happy and rest in peace
i made harry and draco seem really angsty about their fates. i think everlasting scar and my new one, the long road turned out the best. defiance is futile got a bit wayward and kind of made me feel like i didn't do so great on that one. i loved doing a poem on draco! there's so much to tell about him and ways he can seek redemptions. ^.^
A poem about Professor Draven Sabatt from "Dead Man Walking"
Hidden Treasure
with those eyes of gold
rich with knowledge and experience
a brilliant shine to them
seems to add a level of intelligence
a treasure not many can achieve
the pair of mirrors to the soul
others observe from afar to wonder
to gaze into the pools of gold
see beyond what their own two eyes have seen
like a maze to roam through
easily to get lost in what this one says
his words are like riddles
just shift them around
like pieces in a puzzle
but so many pieces are missing
in order to find the x mark to the treasure
below the waters and shadow of mystery
so little is there to know of him
for he rarely speaks what he thinks
cautious are his territories and shields
not to allow anyone into his world
filled with lush flora and fona
many stories do each flora withholds from the outside
a unreachable, untouchable garden
like the garden of eden
must one posses the way of the hero
pure and honest at heart