My Medley of Emotions

[AlbinoChild]

Crying

I feel nothing
I never have and never will
I was shattered and torn by dreams, dreams I failed to hold onto.
I cry when I’m in pain, when my heart aches and beats faster than before.
I cry when I’m happy cause it’s something that never lasts and I fail to hold my grasp.
I wish I could forget it all but the tears hold me back
I cry harder begging for comfort but am to afraid to seek it myself.
I wish for love that lasts a lifetime that doesn’t contain anger or sorrow.
I wish for love that takes me on adventures.
I wish I could make you come back into my arms and tell you I didn’t mean to cry.
Sometimes I wish I never felt your love so the pain would cease to exist...
At least for a while.
Now I wish for rain so no one sees me cry.

The Void

The mounting tension fills the blackened space
It’s endless; holds no bounds; it begs for pain
Life continually brings the holder to their knees,
Punches; bruises. Kicks; swelling.
Guilt, regrets and pain are what we were meant for
As the void takes in the pain the holder becomes rotted.
We grow stronger.
We can’t feel suffering once we’ve felt the brute.

Beautiful

How can one claim beauty?
It started off with a dream;
A cheerleader, a dancer, a princess even.
The dream faded.
A girl shaped of pain and hate
A rebel.
It started off with glasses then braces.
The pain soared past the glass ceiling.
It collapsed on the wounded.
All it took was a vote and without a trace of friends
The dream changed, the anger started, stress was heated;
Like an open flame she grew stronger yet weaker
She cries to hide the scars of the past.
Emotions flared but nothing ceased the flame.
The tears can’t put it out any longer.
She lies dead to the world surrounded by hate;
Wanting to feel loved again.

Slavery

It’s another day at the grindstone.
Slaving over the broken pieces of what I have left;
Regrets and denial are all I live for.
I caress my aching heart
Bandaging the aching wounds,
Stitching the scars together,
And kissing away the tender bruises
Yet it still pours tears of passion.
I’m split all the way through
I dare more pain to come,
I want to know what else could be taken from me
At the same time what if the happiness fades?
What if I can never find love again?
Will I ever be able to sleep without dreams?
Will I one day wake up to see the sun and smile?
Why did you have to leave?
Two months of sadness and bitter honesty.
I wasn’t beautiful enough
I wasn’t good enough
I wasn’t strong enough.
Sometimes I hate you like you hate me.
I will never be blinded by someone like you ever again.
I’d rather die than see you a second or a third time.
I hope you’re happy with what you made me out to be;
An ugly self-less slave.

[Carole Thompson]

the hurt and pain reign true but you should find those who are worth all of this and worth fighting for. But love will come to those who do not actively seek it.

[AlbinoChild]

Paroxysm

A meadow splotched with brightened hues
Trunks of giants reach for the sun's rays
Leaves swaying elegantly with the breeze
Birds dance about the wind calling out sweet songs.

At the edge of the meadow
Out of the shadows
And weak at the knees
A lonely soldier collapses

Dying love in his heart
An inky page at his side.
A lingering kiss at his lips
He dies upon the roses.

[WilsonWolf626]

I think that your poems are magnificently done. It seems that you do things like this very well, and probably always have. I enjoyed the reads. My favorites, so far, at least, for now, would have to be Slavery and Paroxysm.