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Okay you guys, I need your help like whoa. I'm going to participate in a poetry reading here at my university and I picked out the best of the best poetry I've ever written and now I'd like some feedback in deciding which poem I should read at the event.
lost (the sway)
A world of mangled spendor in my head
Has forced my thoughts to wander through illusions, still
My silent heart cannot contain its dread.
I force myself to live on unknown hills.
My spirit hides itself in mountain caves
That sway in all their sorrow, scathed, until
It's driven to a halt in all its rage.
Implosion takes place--Save me, I implore!
This ailment lingers, haunting, hopeless, stained
Like vultures swarm a newly deadened corpse
Like hawks soar o'er infected woods in winter.
And all I cannot help is cruel remorse.
My eyes serach for a warmth in bleak December.
I long for resolution, light, and life:
The things my cold, dark heart can't remember.
In all that ails the dead in blatant strife,
I shall remain inside this cave and die.
the silent one
I've emptied myself of true life
And all that makes life real.
I've cut so deep into my mind
I'm no longer able to feel.
I only see myself when I sleep
In a mansion on a hill.
Without a whim to cut so deep
And no longer be able to feel.
Alone in person, a solitary being
That's naught to wind up ill.
A lone bystander, who without seeing
Cannot help but to feel.
I'm lying above the Harvest Moon
And nothing keeps me still.
Though my cuts cannot be soothed
I like the way they feel.
It's warm within my thickest shell
But I'm still getting chills.
It's colder than a frozen hell.
So you see how it feels.
I cannot find a single thought
That I would like to kill.
Twas long ago I let them rot.
And that's the way I feel.
What You Didn't Do
My heart is broken all the way through
And all these tears I shed for you
Seem worthless.
You seem worthless too.
How was it I put up with you?
It's not as bad as physical pain.
It doesn't have to be this way.
I'm okay.
That's what I keep saying,
Telling myself to stop my raging.
My blood will stay inside my body
It won't run out, increase my sobbing.
I'll keep it.
Now my head is throbbing.
I'll explode unless I do something.
I walked myself around the room
And stopping, I still think of you.
It's hopeless.
You are hopeless too,
Killing me with what you didn't do.
A Cognitive Tango
Pick the lock and bust the gate
Good things come to those who wait
Open target, nameless Jane
It takes alot to remain sane
Broken heart and solid stone
Some prefer to be alone
Ageless time and sandless sea
Earth's emotion consumes me
Teeter-totter, slide, and swing
No one can always do the right thing
Rolling hills and fallen leaves
Life isn't what the world perceives
Snowy hearts and deceitful lies
Food and drink won't satisfy
Random noises, inner thoughts
You never are what you are not.
Thank you for reading. If you are interested in reading more of my best work, go to my poetry journal and just click on my memories under the category "best of the best."
lost (the sway)
A world of mangled spendor in my head
Has forced my thoughts to wander through illusions, still
My silent heart cannot contain its dread.
I force myself to live on unknown hills.
My spirit hides itself in mountain caves
That sway in all their sorrow, scathed, until
It's driven to a halt in all its rage.
Implosion takes place--Save me, I implore!
This ailment lingers, haunting, hopeless, stained
Like vultures swarm a newly deadened corpse
Like hawks soar o'er infected woods in winter.
And all I cannot help is cruel remorse.
My eyes serach for a warmth in bleak December.
I long for resolution, light, and life:
The things my cold, dark heart can't remember.
In all that ails the dead in blatant strife,
I shall remain inside this cave and die.
the silent one
I've emptied myself of true life
And all that makes life real.
I've cut so deep into my mind
I'm no longer able to feel.
I only see myself when I sleep
In a mansion on a hill.
Without a whim to cut so deep
And no longer be able to feel.
Alone in person, a solitary being
That's naught to wind up ill.
A lone bystander, who without seeing
Cannot help but to feel.
I'm lying above the Harvest Moon
And nothing keeps me still.
Though my cuts cannot be soothed
I like the way they feel.
It's warm within my thickest shell
But I'm still getting chills.
It's colder than a frozen hell.
So you see how it feels.
I cannot find a single thought
That I would like to kill.
Twas long ago I let them rot.
And that's the way I feel.
What You Didn't Do
My heart is broken all the way through
And all these tears I shed for you
Seem worthless.
You seem worthless too.
How was it I put up with you?
It's not as bad as physical pain.
It doesn't have to be this way.
I'm okay.
That's what I keep saying,
Telling myself to stop my raging.
My blood will stay inside my body
It won't run out, increase my sobbing.
I'll keep it.
Now my head is throbbing.
I'll explode unless I do something.
I walked myself around the room
And stopping, I still think of you.
It's hopeless.
You are hopeless too,
Killing me with what you didn't do.
A Cognitive Tango
Pick the lock and bust the gate
Good things come to those who wait
Open target, nameless Jane
It takes alot to remain sane
Broken heart and solid stone
Some prefer to be alone
Ageless time and sandless sea
Earth's emotion consumes me
Teeter-totter, slide, and swing
No one can always do the right thing
Rolling hills and fallen leaves
Life isn't what the world perceives
Snowy hearts and deceitful lies
Food and drink won't satisfy
Random noises, inner thoughts
You never are what you are not.
Thank you for reading. If you are interested in reading more of my best work, go to my poetry journal and just click on my memories under the category "best of the best."