Poetry

A Peek Into Your Heart And Soul

So, I'm into poetry... And I posted some poems... Both by friends and by myself. I hope you enjoy.

What the Hell's a Broken Heart Anyway?
by: Kegan McLelland

An idiot's desire.
A selfish dream undone.
A constant waiting, welling,
Falling tear too much.

A plot for the fantasy
On a jeering reality.
Heavy fog in a forest
Then hopefully danced.

A jolt, a joke, a mockery,
An error where no one cares,
A laugh at the fool, laugh at the fool,
Foolish humble runt.

(Scattered feathers,
Windless desert,
Unbroken horizon,
Abandoned tents.)

A god damn it
Why the fuck
Won't this ever
Stop hurting
Fuckin' weight
All over...

Curled beneath
A broken bed
On a dusty floor...

A memory unfinished.

Perfect Cure
author wishes to remain annonymous

My heart slows down, my blood runs cold,
I make the decision, to go down bold,
The fragrance of death, smelt in the air,
My last hour is upon me, but still without second care,
The silver blade flashes, in the moonlight,
My blood hits the floor, but still without fright,
The dagger digs deeper into my skin,
But the pain hurts more from within,
Now the bloods flowing, Im down on the floor,
When all of a sudden, someone walks through my door,
I’m slowly unconscious, you now by my side,
You tell me you wont let me, run away and hide,
The next thing I see, I’m in a hospital bed,
Why am I alive? I should be dead!
My wrists are now aching, red and sore,
I look over my shoulder, your sitting there shaking,
So hurt and so scared, you look in my eyes,
I know realize, you really do care,
As I drift off to sleep, you take hold of my hand,
Why you care so much, something I’ll never understand,
Not to have lived, I wanted to die,
I was hurting so much, I started to cry,
Hearing my sobs, you woke from your sleep,
Within my soul, you looked so deep,
While I cried and wallowed, you sat the whole time,
I fell asleep, while you whispered a soft rhyme,
You helped cure my problem, one I’ve had all my life,
No medicines nor doctor could’ve saved my heart,
Along with my life,
I’m now growing older, with you by my side,
You taught me to face my fears,
Not run away and hide..

American Pie
Alexis Leblanc

lemon pie
SMACKED in the face
my liquid mirror takes another shape again
I'm staring at the clock with two faces from a stationary chair
STUCK in a rut
Superman TRAPS me with a smile
Wonderwoman saves the day with kryptonite again
spinning circles
tires go FLAT
I've got 24,000 miles left to go this Sunday
strawberry fields
I do a 180
STUCK in a rut
Superman TRAPS me with a smile
Wonderwoman saves the day with kryptonite again
SNAKE in the grass
nose in a book
he says, "Even Cinderella's slipper CRACKS...sometimes"
so I must wear the shoe that FITS
no matter what it means for ME
tell me, Who am I?? And what does this all mean for me?
Who am I?
a slice of American Pie.
tell me, Who am I?? And what does this all mean for me?
Who am I?
just a slice of American Pie.
Calico kitten on the couch
pawing at the RUGGED chair
BOMBSHELL on the silver screen
white-out waist in front of me
STUCK in a rut
Superman TRAPS me with a smile
Wonderwoman saves the day with kryptonite again
house of worship on my knees
working to absolve my SINS
hypocrite's prayer
doggy tongues and dirty fingers
body ACHES and whore SCREAMS
STUCK in a rut
Superman TRAPS me with a smile
Wonderwoman saves the day with kryptonite again
SOUPCANS in the pantry
indecisive APPETITE
searching for a savior to FULFILL my nasty needs
tell me, Who am I?? And what does this all mean for me?
Who am I?
a slice of American Pie.
tell me, Who am I?? And what does this all mean for me?
Who am I?
just a slice of American Pie.
what flavor will I BE?
take a bite of my American PIE
doodoodoo HOMEMADE American pie
don't you WANT it?
MY American pie
mmmmmmm....homemade American pie.

The F.i.t.B.R.o.t.F.S.S.
written: March 3, 2001
Copyright ©2001 Emily Lysyk

Good day kind sir, do you see me?
No, of course you don't for you never have.
Sitting here in the back for the past two years,
I'm surprised you even knew my first name.
I used to have dreams, too, you know, but you never seemed to care.
You've ground them to a bloody pulp with a blind heel.
You've never noticed me, the freak in the back row of the first soprano section.
Yup, that's me, the one whose dreams no longer exist.
I've always been afraid to come forward and try,
And when I finally do, I'm completely ignored.
It's as if I don't exist,does that make sense to you?
No, I suppose it doesn't since you were always the loud one; I am not.
No one even really seems to give me a chance,
Or when they do, I'm too scared to take it.
I hide behind my black clothes and dark make-up so no one can see.
See me for the struggling girl that I am.
All I've ever wanted to do was sing and act, can't you see that?
Maybe you can but just don't want to.
Just try to see past the mask
Because I will never be one of those pretty girls on the front row.
I'm just me, the freak in the back row of the first soprano section.

Fear.
A single thought of self preservation
Amplified by nerves to the point where you can feel it.
It pulsates through your body with every heartbeat.
But what do I have to fear? Or do I fear losing something?
My sanity, perhaps... Though I have doubts there is any left...
The voices in my head won't leave me alone.
The scream, cry, and laugh all at the same time.
I'm losing my grip on reality.
I don't know what's real or fake anymore.
My life is like one movie scene after another,
But it's like a horror movie more than anything.
When this is all over, I will be happy again.
Until then, my anxiety level rises as my Prozac slowly wears off.
I don't need the false security of modern medicine,
I just need the truth and answer to the age-old question
"Why?"

The depression is setting in again.
Silent tears are quickly wiped away.
These tears, rarely wept, show weakness--
That the world is winning the battle for her spirit.
All she has left are her sorrows.
A mother, who cares not for her needs, with
Wonders why she has no money saved up for college,
Misplaced priorities, a broken radio, and her thoughts.
Her spirit, once strong and unbreakable,
Now dwindles towards non-existence.
Once gone, all that is left is emptiness.
The night, once so ominous and frightening,
Now is the only one offering to comfort her hidden, lonely tears.
With a warm embrace, she enters the false light
To write this down--to remember for all times
That her spirit she still has,
And to never let anyone take that from her...
Not even herself.

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