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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shake their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world

But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
Not yours
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
My way

An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.

And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.

Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.

Death

In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat

Life

Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
The

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.

A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.

Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.

The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.

ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without hesitation
Without reserve it sings

Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars

I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made

Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives

So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough

Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love

All in Good Time Look, as the seed falls down into the garden.

Freshly tilled awaiting for its crop

Remaining anxiously, we were bidden

Waiting until the fruit was ready to drop

How long, we ask, how long till they mature?

Surely you won’t be demanding of our time?

So many hours, days, weeks and years we must endure!

To ensnare us here must be a doubtless crime.

A multitude did leave without another word

Even as the sapling did begin to grow

This waiting game, they claimed, was quite absurd

How could something good come from something so slow?

Alone, I did harvest the fruit when it was in its prime.

All the best things grow with patience

CaptureSave me from fortune,
Damn me to sin,
Open the black doors
To let evil in.

Bind me in darkness,
Feed on my fears,
Close my blank eyes,
Whisper in my ears.

Hold down my hands,
Assault my skin,
Torment my mind
And let evil in.

Melt my ability to go free,
Ruin my thoughts of all happy,
Whisper acid words in my ears,
Come destroy what I hold dear.

Seduced by your spell,
Come to destroy
This once white canvas,
I am your toy.

Make me crazy,
Drive me insane,
Take away my mind,
No light ever again.

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Words.....

Love is blind,
It's a well known fact.
You have to be cruel to be kind,
It's just a case of tact.

Words are meant to hurt,
But also meant to heal.
They can make you feel like dirt,
But are they keeping life real?

Life is a lie,
Everyone plays a part.
It's just a test of time,
Will you master the art?

Words are meant to hurt and heal,
They are trying to keep it real.
Because it's the only way,
To express how you feel.

Sorry...

I'm sorry I told you,
I'm sorry I spoke.
I'm sorry I made you feel a fool,
I'm sorry, because I knew there was no hope.

I hate you, because you ignore me,
I hate you, because you know I exist.
I hate you, because your heart's not free,
I hate you because its you I miss.

I'm sorry I annoy you,
I'm sorry I'm here.
I'm sorry those feelings are true,
I'm sorry because of these tears.

Obviously, you don't care,
About the pain I'm going through.
You don't know much I have to grin and bear,
To be able to tell her of your feelings so true.

Lost

I want to feel close,
But somehow want to restrain.
I know that this is the thing I want the most,
But I don't want to feel failure again.

I feel so lost,
When it comes to you.
So lost,
I don't know what to do.

I'm in this place,
Once again.
Searching for your face,
To help me through this twisted pain.

I feel blank,
Unloved.
A prank,
Misunderstood.

Knife in the Heart

It was bad enough,
That everything was awkward.
You ignored me,
But, the embarrassment I understood.

You didn't have to rub it in,
By depending on my trust.
But never realising the pain within,
How you treated me, I think about with disgust.

Are you that cold hearted?
Or did you just not think?
I was trying to get my life started,
And let my dreams of you shrink.

Then you asked for help,
And I gave it, as I was your friend.
You never thought, it would make me inwardly yelp,
But I had to act 'normal' and pretend.

You stuck the knife in deeper,
When you asked me to help with love.
Then you told me about her,
And it was hard n

No Notice

No one notices her pain,
No one notices her fight.
No one notices her tears fall like rain,
No one notices in the dead of the night.

A struggle that's constant,
Painful and never through.
Hope seems so distant,
In her world so blue.

She put on a brave face,
To get her through the day.
There was never even a trace,
Of the brokenness in her life, come what may.

No one noticed her pain,
No one noticed her fight.
Now it's your tears that fall like rain,
Because no one noticed her slip away in the black of night.

Broken

I'm broken,
Try to fix me, but I know you can't.
I'm broken,
From a cold and shattered heart.

I'm broken,
Unable to feel.
I'm broken,
Living in a world that no longer seems real.

I'm broken,
Lost in a world so blue.
I'm broken,
What can I do?

I'm broken,
Living in a blur.
I'm broken,
Too many times wishing I was her.

I'm broken,
Because of me.
I'm broken,
Because of the reflection I see.

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Blur of a life

by ~Icyblues, Oct 20, 2004, 6:37:45 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

This paper is a blur of ink,
Like my life:
Filled with mistakes,
All causing pain and strife.

My feelings,
Double edged swords,
When cut, there’s no healing.
Also, there’s never any rewards.

I love you, I hate you,
They're all mixed up.
Never saying what's true,
If life wasn't complicated enough.

This blur of ink,
Is filled with all my pain and strife
Filled with all these mistakes.
It's just like my life.

Blur of a lifeby ~Icyblues

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

hmmmmm..... whats there to say

~iimonkeefunkii Sep 11, 2008

A very depressing poem indeed. Like I believe, there's hope only if you want there to be, only if you choose for it to be.

~Icyblues Sep 18, 2008

Interesting thought- sometimes it's just hard to believe there is hope because you're too busy wallowing in what used to comfort you.

~iimonkeefunkii Sep 18, 2008

I don't disagree with that. I found myself giving in a few times this month. I perked right up whenever I heard the ice cream man outside. Just kidding.

~Icyblues Sep 21, 2008

Ben and Jerry's= downfall!

~iimonkeefunkii Sep 22, 2008

Hahaha.

~Hiding-The-Truth Oct 20, 2004

your a talented poet and you write amazing stuff. keep putting more poems out.

~Icyblues Oct 20, 2004

awww u r soo kind im really flattered!! U soo rock!!

!Wesley-v-Hek Oct 20, 2004

wow, i really like this one, its very good...
nice work Icy

cheers ^_^

~Icyblues Oct 20, 2004

thanx

~spoo-all-ovayourrame Oct 20, 2004

well a good poem i enjoyed it. However it sounded like you were really forcing your ryming idea. I don't really now if it was the flow or not but something didn't exactly blend this one into a whole work on transistions and ryming and this could be real good.

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