Symphonic Seduction

Ok, I had to make a new thread specifically for my own poems due to the additions to my previous one. Most of you have already seen them but I will be adding many more as time passes 😊

"I'm on blue, I'm on black,
Hell, I'm even on crack!
I'm on Acid, I'm stoned,
I don't like being alone........
I'm saying a Prayer,
Coz there's apples everywhere,
Oh dear, KMC,
What have you done to me?

Raz is a Drug Lord,
And the Mods are his Runners,
I'm addicted, never bored,
Coz nowhere's as fun as,
This place, got me crying whenever I'm away,
But once I sit down, type, chat and play,
I feel almost complete,
Just one thing I need,
Different colours, sod Default,
And a Phat bag of weed!"

It was in answer to Milla telling me about the different colour schemes you can have on KMC, the way you view it etc.

She said that the green one (not here anymore) had apples on it, making her think of LSD.....

So, I wrote the first thing that popped into my head, as per usual 😄

Chosen

It feels odd, not being the other woman,
Looking out at the other woman,
Watching her struggle,
Fight with her feelings, desperation,
It overflows into my space,
Makes me feel like, I'm the bad guy,
I don't know why,
But I know I've got to try,
Not to make the other woman,
Feel, like the other woman.

Chosen Part 2

It feels strange, becoming the shunted woman,
Looking out at the new model,
Watching her glow,
She's fighting with feelings of satisfaction,
It overflows into my space,
Makes me feel like, I'm not good enough.
I wonder why?
Don't want to cry,
I stare, and try to work out what she's got,
That maybe I don't.
Oh, I know now,
She has him.

A Gentle Warning

Violence is not the answer, I've been told,
But I didn't ask a question.
Violence will only bring regret, they say,
But I felt only satisfaction.
Violence doesn't solve a thing, I hear,
But I didn't need a solution.
When will people realise,
Their opinions are not welcome,
And stay the hell away?
Violence may be the only thing I have left.

Till Death Do Us Part

Promises tumble all to easily from your lips.
Vows? They cascade rapidly towards the floor.
I don't I believe you any more.

Apologies leap from you like fleas from a dog.
Regrets? Assurances from you there will be none.
I don't believe the dark has gone.

Laughter rings freakishly through the cold around us.
Happiness? A feeling long lost to the both of us.
I don't believe your theory of 'trust'.

Silence envelops me and you fade slowly.
I Swear? You said it. You swore.
I don't think I can ever believe you any more.

Perception

I see you looking,
Staring at me, judging, making your mind up.
I see you frowning,
Answering your own questions, quietly, muttering to yourself.
I see you nodding,
Figuring out theories about me, theories you will share.
I see you smiling,
Imagining a reaction of one of your friends, when you do so.
I see you laughing,
Having told above friend, above theory, about me.
Then,
I see you falling,
I see you screaming,
I see you choking,
I see you truly had no idea at all.

Searching

I look for you constantly,
Consciously and subconsciously,
It's like I'm on Automatic pilot now,
My eyes flicker upwards towards the little red "1",
Sometimes it's a "2", but lately, I don't know why,
But it's always a little grey "0".
It saddens me, feels like something's missing,
I guess I just started to take it for granted that it would be there,
That little red number, flashing at me,
Sometimes I ignored it, I knew it would still be there,
For when I was ready,
Ready to take notice of it's efforts,
It's efforts at letting me know you were anxiously awaiting my reply.
I suppose you could say I became neglectful,
But you made it so easy, for me to be me,
You made it so simple, always there,
Like that little red number.
Now you're gone,
And I wonder why,
And I raise my eyes, still looking for that flashing red "1".
But it's gone.

Shy Guy

Are you afraid that I will blow you out?
Well, don't be.
Are you scared that I will throw you down?
Well, don't be.
Are you unsure of how I'm gonna react?
Well, don't be.
Are you worried that I'll only attack?
Well, don't be.

You can be sure of interest.
I won't converse with you in jest.
You need to have some faith in you.
I'm waiting for a guy that's true.
Although it seems I'm out of your world.
I swear I'm human, I'm only a girl.
Don't judge reaction until you've tried.
What will you gain if you simply hide?

I'm terrified of changing the way that I am.
I shouldn't be.
I'm stuck in this farce, this theatre, this sham.
I shouldn't be.
I can't seem to move and I'm dying slowly.
I shouldn't be.
I'm treated as superior, something sacred and holy.
I shouldn't be.

So walk this way, and save my life.
I've had enough of the pain and strife.
You think it's easy, I can't be myself.
I'm a painted image of everyone else.
What they see, what they know.
It's all fake and for show.
My walls are rock solid and no-one knows shit.
But behind I'm in turmoil, a true misfit.

Get Over It

You've said all you can and you're still at square one,
Does that tell you nothing?
You've made me feel like a spare part, an accesory,
Do you realise how much that hurts?
You've forced yourself in like a square peg, in a round hole,
You dont fit. Stop it.
You need to step back, before this turns ugly,
Don't you understand? Can't you comprehend?
Get out! Leave him! Let go!
Honey,
Get over it.

When You Crack

You never see it coming do you?
It encases you in grimy darkness,
It's hard to inhale,
You feel so frail,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
It suffocates like a plastic bag,
Wrapped around your face,
Your heart begins to race,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
It strangles your mind and soul,
Sucks out all your might,
You lose the will to fight,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?
Curled up like a child on the floor,
Screams that make no sound,
You've finally hit the ground,
It's like you don't exist anymore.

You never see it coming do you?

But you feel it hit.

Snowflakes

Delicate and beautiful,
they float from the sky,
Gently landing on my face.
They melt away so quickly,
I almost miss them,
They're gone without a trace.
Each one different to the last,
Not one the same,
Toward the ground they race.
I look around me,
Everyone's enraptured, like me,
But I still feel cold and out of place.

Rage

I feel it forcing itself through me,
It spills from every crevice,
Overflowing,
Like a waterfall.
But not peacefully,
There is no peace,
It oozes from me,
I'm in constant agony,
And when I break,
It screams it's way out of my withered body.

Forest

So many varied kinds,
All individual in their own special ways.
Kind of reminds me of something my mum said,
When I was young,
Worried about how different I felt.
"Our differences are what makes us who we are".
I was made to feel shame,
I was never the same,
I was the odd one out, every time, the outcast.
Do you think the trees feel like that?

Broken

My heart hangs by a tiny thread,
Swinging in the wake of your love.
It's cold, oh so cold,
I watch as the last droplets of emotion seep to the floor,
I'm dry now, numb.
I don't feel much though,
So don't be sad,
You did nothing wrong,
It was my foolish notions of perfect bliss,
That left me here,
Not you.
It was never you.
How can I possible lay the blame on someone so beautiful,
After sharing something so beautiful.
I'm honoured to have been a part of us,
And that will remain with me,
Until the day I die.
The day I join my heart,
And my soul,
In terrible loneliness.
It's fate.

The Truth

It's not as easy as it seems to write,
But it's easier than breaking down.
The time it takes to release words on paper,
Is a perfect replacement for cracking up.
I swear, this right here?
It's not talent,
It takes no skill,
All it takes is the knowledge that if I don't,
I'll collapse.
And I don't want to collapse,
I don't want to break,
I don't want to crack.
The words that appear when I open my mind,
They're the links that join me to reality.
I'd rather be here,
Doing this,
Than all the way down there,
Doing that.
And you know what that is.
We all know what that is.

Just A Phase

I rise and rub my eyes,
Another day, another chance to die.
Hope coarses through my veins,
Warms my heart, yet feels so strange.
Why do I wish for closure?
I don't understand why I'm here,
Maybe that's the reason for wanting it over.
I could help it along,
No-one would ever be any the wiser.
Like they'd notice,
A little voice in the depths of me,
Always talking, always urging,
Why do I have this other side?
'Conflicting emotions' they called it.
As far as I'm concerned,
I'm suicidal.
The sooner someone notices that,
The sooner I can get on with my life.
Instead of wanting it to come to an end.

Truth

It's difficult to find and easy to hide,
But it's pure and it's beautiful, comes from inside,
Shines like the sun, glows in dark places,
It can be read from movements on faces.
It makes you feel special when shared by a friend,
It's all that is left when we come to the end,
It can also be kept back and hidden it's true,
If you treat me honestly, I'll not lie to you.
I've nothing within me that I cannot share,
There's not one thing out there that I would compare,
To truth, in it's glory, it's totally pure,
Unfortunately people can never be sure.
Lies are so close to the truth, it's not easy,
To distinguish between, so you better believe me,
When I tell you I'm balancing here on the line,
Between truth and dishonesty, for the rest of time.

The Birth of the G Club

You were not here in the Beginning.

In the Beginning there were women.
Women who were not afraid to strip,
Women who loved to wind and grind.

In the Beginning there were men.
Men who were not afraid to get drunk,
Men who loved to flash their cash.

In the Beginning there was Syren.
Creator of Heat.
Stylist for Nudity.

In the Beginning was a Dance Club to be proud of.

Sweet Anticipation

My tummy tumbles and twists itself into knots,
Butterflies?
More like worms, spaghettied together.
Sickness sweeps over me,
A cold sweat engulfs me, surrounding me in a clammy bubble.
I fight to breathe, gasping for air.
Strange, when you look forward to something so much,
How ill you feel.
A sure case of good from bad,
Continuous retches, certain I'm going to vomit,
Yet toleration stands strong, it's worth it.
For one more glimpse of your face.

Vampyr

Darkness alights, suffocating the skies,
Time stands still once more.
I walk alone, sounds sweep over me,
No wind, nothing touches my pale skin.
I try to recall the sun on my face,
Impossible, a far away place,
Where the warmth was once felt.
I shiver, more a reaction to lack of memory,
For I feel not a thing, clinically dead.
Eternity ahead,
I long to breathe again, to inhale the sweet aromas of life.
To taste something other than death.
Acceptance is my next step,
My fate sealed as I roam the Earth.
But I am strength personified,
For I am the undead, nor alive, it's a confusing state.
I know not what runs through my veins,
Nor do I care,
I am neither here nor there,
Always in one place and yet in another.
I walk on.........

I Just Can't Find The Words

I don't even think they exist you know,
The words I need to appease your aching soul.
I'm not even sure they were ever in creation,
Those little sounds I'm looking for that will help you breathe easy.
But I swear I'll continue to try,
There's no giving up this end.
As long as you swear to stay,
And promise to hold on that end.
I'll read every dictionary,
I'll learn every language,
I'll sing every song,
Just in the hope that one day,
You'll hear what I say,
And believe.
He's yours.
He was never mine to begin with...