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A Work of Heart but Lacking a Name
Contributed by
KayeRains
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Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 02:27:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The sun has finished sinking,
Some where deep and to the west.
Darkness falls around me but
This night shall bring no rest.
My mind, made up of chaos,
My heart just wont be still.
It feels my soul is drowning
In the tears I long to spill.
Theres no such thing as truthfulness,
So swallow your venomous lies.
Im sick to death of losing!
I want my consolation prize.
But noo
I wound up here with nothing
And trust me, nothins all that I got.
Ive never been so low before
This is what you could call my lot.
Over all, Im a good person
And I dont deserve this ****!
Sometimes, Im so confused and
It puts my ringer in a tit.
My feet are raw from eggshells
That Im forced to trod upon.
Cant anyone see Im trying,
Despite the hope thats almost gone?
And then there is this guilt I feel...
A burden far too great to bear.
It weighs on me so heavily,
Yet, its a weight I cannot share.
What do people want from one
Who name is Imperfection?
My pride just will not tolerate
Another callous *** rejection.
So thats it then, I guess, mmhmm,
Call me a quitter.
Ill suck it up, shove it down,
Allow it to make me bitter.
Im wasting no more effort
On what I know will never be.
Who could look past all this ugliness
In order to fall in love with me?
Im angry and Im wounded
But theres so much more inside.
Each day I wake to a slow, soft ache
And I take it all in stride.
The world sure dont seem so big no more.
I could take it by the balls.
I just got so damn fed up this time.
I tore down all my walls.
Now, nothing, no one can stop me.
I gently embrace the madness.
You cant understand the attitude?
But hey, it covers up my sadness.
This; the last time I play victim
For it never ends that well.
Im done with all the hurting and
You all can go to Hell.
Happiness?, Ha! Go shove it
Up someplace the sun dont shine.
Dont you worry about me none, naw.
Cuz Im gunna be just fiinnneee.
I had to touch the flame again.
This go, I only got a stinger.
I had so much to give of myself
But now you only get the finger.
One can only take so much
When love is suicide.
No one really wins the game you know,
Least I can say I tried.
KaLei Kellner
7-5-05
Copyright ©
KayeRains
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2005-07-06 14:27:50]
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Re: A Work of Heart but Lacking a Name
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by ducki on
Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 06:59:26 PM AEST
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| Cry, how can you comment on a poem like this. I mean it's good because it gets you but then the need to comfort the author and the wish to type something that would make the author feel beta gets in the way and you end up rambling. Anyways good writing. |
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