Some Poems
One, inspired by a chapter in Traitor's Moon, in Lynn Flewelling's Nightrunner series (her lj is otterdance, read the books!)
Another inspired by a post in creativewriter.
Beneath the bleeding is a joy unknown
A cleansing of spirit and mind
Beneath the bleeding is not sin, but redemption
Of all he has done in his life
Beneath the bleeding is a cut too deep to bandage or heal
A punishment not given, now infecting to heart and soul
In the night he had sinned
In the morning been forgiven
When what he craved was hurt and pain
Beneath the bleeding is an accomplishment
A end to eternal sorrow
This society does not forgive
Not in the way they like
By no punishment one is punished
With undying death and guilt
By bringing pain
We bring forgiveness
By forgiving we bring pain
The truth is no forgiveness is given
But taken by those who have sinned
Beneath the bleeding is freedom
The blood is dissolving the chains
For those who have been wronged
It is forgiveness without all the blame
And when they cry or they weep in their sorrow
Is it the tears that really sting?
Beneath the bleeding is a cut without a name
Guilt is an acid, really
That eats away at the soul
Keep it, it will kill you
From the inside to the out
When will we learn
That sins are meant to be?
That nothing good will happen
If there was no bad to beat?
When will we forgive ourselves?
When will we forgive others?
When will the word evil
Dissolve in history?
Beneath the bleeding is joy
Beneath the bruises is freedom
Beneath the pain is love
Beneath the tears is forgiveness at last
Every time I look in your eyes, the love I had is once again born.
Every time we touch, I know why I loved you so much.
Every time we kiss, I discover what all I have missed.
If I see you anymore, I'm afraid I might find I am locked without a key.
Your love creates a cell for my broken heart to reside in.
Your smile is the lock that keeps it from coming out.
That sparkle is the wood that keeps me burning.
I never thought there'd be enough to rekindle that old flame.
From the ashes is born a passion, a feeling that no water will put out.
Every time you catch my eye, I must smile.
For I know the secrets of the night.
Then, as I look at that beautiful child, with her eyes a brown that neither of us have.
A wretched hand, tears away my soul.
With a stab of bitter jealousy, my heart is broken without being healed.
Did she know those secrets too?
Did you whisper those same things in her ears?
Is the lock to my heart now rusty?
Did she loose the exact same key?
Am I to be put through the torture, of hearing that child call you "daddy"?
Am I to know, that she is from both of you?
Am I to have to answer the door, to that woman she calls her mother, watch her call me by my first name?
How am I to love you, when all that was mine has been used by another woman?
When did you realize you "missed me so much"?
Was it after she left you, too?
Yet, when I look in those eyes, I see only truth, and undying love.
When we touch, I feel so alive.
Perhaps we could forget what you did, but can we forget how you did it to me?
Maybe all that my flame burns on is flesh and gasoline.
So kiss me. Touch me. Whisper to me your sweet words.
But remember to give back that key.
I'm going to need the pieces back, if you ever break my heart again.
I'll need the pieces, yes, to slit your throat.
Another inspired by a post in creativewriter.
Beneath the bleeding is a joy unknown
A cleansing of spirit and mind
Beneath the bleeding is not sin, but redemption
Of all he has done in his life
Beneath the bleeding is a cut too deep to bandage or heal
A punishment not given, now infecting to heart and soul
In the night he had sinned
In the morning been forgiven
When what he craved was hurt and pain
Beneath the bleeding is an accomplishment
A end to eternal sorrow
This society does not forgive
Not in the way they like
By no punishment one is punished
With undying death and guilt
By bringing pain
We bring forgiveness
By forgiving we bring pain
The truth is no forgiveness is given
But taken by those who have sinned
Beneath the bleeding is freedom
The blood is dissolving the chains
For those who have been wronged
It is forgiveness without all the blame
And when they cry or they weep in their sorrow
Is it the tears that really sting?
Beneath the bleeding is a cut without a name
Guilt is an acid, really
That eats away at the soul
Keep it, it will kill you
From the inside to the out
When will we learn
That sins are meant to be?
That nothing good will happen
If there was no bad to beat?
When will we forgive ourselves?
When will we forgive others?
When will the word evil
Dissolve in history?
Beneath the bleeding is joy
Beneath the bruises is freedom
Beneath the pain is love
Beneath the tears is forgiveness at last
Every time I look in your eyes, the love I had is once again born.
Every time we touch, I know why I loved you so much.
Every time we kiss, I discover what all I have missed.
If I see you anymore, I'm afraid I might find I am locked without a key.
Your love creates a cell for my broken heart to reside in.
Your smile is the lock that keeps it from coming out.
That sparkle is the wood that keeps me burning.
I never thought there'd be enough to rekindle that old flame.
From the ashes is born a passion, a feeling that no water will put out.
Every time you catch my eye, I must smile.
For I know the secrets of the night.
Then, as I look at that beautiful child, with her eyes a brown that neither of us have.
A wretched hand, tears away my soul.
With a stab of bitter jealousy, my heart is broken without being healed.
Did she know those secrets too?
Did you whisper those same things in her ears?
Is the lock to my heart now rusty?
Did she loose the exact same key?
Am I to be put through the torture, of hearing that child call you "daddy"?
Am I to know, that she is from both of you?
Am I to have to answer the door, to that woman she calls her mother, watch her call me by my first name?
How am I to love you, when all that was mine has been used by another woman?
When did you realize you "missed me so much"?
Was it after she left you, too?
Yet, when I look in those eyes, I see only truth, and undying love.
When we touch, I feel so alive.
Perhaps we could forget what you did, but can we forget how you did it to me?
Maybe all that my flame burns on is flesh and gasoline.
So kiss me. Touch me. Whisper to me your sweet words.
But remember to give back that key.
I'm going to need the pieces back, if you ever break my heart again.
I'll need the pieces, yes, to slit your throat.