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by feralfairy on Mon Aug 23, 2010 5:11 pm
I was digging through my old notebooks and discovered some unused poetry, then figuring - hey, why not post them here? And so here is the collection of my, ah, darker ones. I'll post the lighter ones soon, too. Re-reading them, I feel like I must have been in a really dark, lonesome mood when I wrote them.
Alone:
(This one was a discarded school one, so it is following a certain format. It's rather dark, sorry.)
Alone, an empty house
Whispers in your mind.
Alone, and empty house
Whispers in your mind.
No one to talk to, you'll find.
Your heart longs for like you've been stabbed,
Loneliness creeps up like a shadow.
Your heart aches like you've been wounded,
Loneliness creeps up like a shadow,
To take you under, swallowed, no room to grow.
A quiet echo, a distant dream,
The footsteps you hear are only yours.
A quiet echo, a distant dream,
The footsteps you hear are only yours.
Abandoned, mean to shake you to your core.
You are alone.
Unnamed:
(Another discarded one. Not one of my favorites. I have no idea why all the words are capitalized, but somehow it just looks better. xD Oh, and recurring 'You Are Alone' themes in my darker poems? I also don't know about that.)
Loneliness
Grey, Silver, Twilight
Bands Constricting Across Your Chest
You Cannot Breathe, Your Pulse Speeds Up
No One There To Hear You Scream.
You Are Alone.
Left To What Fate Throws At You.
Not Here, Not There, Nor In-Between,
Nothing And Everything And Nowhere And Everywhere.
Alone.
Mourn:
(A short one, a tanka I believe. I'm not sure, though.)
My tears fall slowly.
Why hasn't the rain come yet?
The world should mourn, too.
A hollow heart I have now.
Here comes the rain, too late for me.
I am gone.
Caring Dark Mother:
(A personification poem - and don't mind the titles. None of these really have titles, so I'm just coming up with these on the spot.)
Night brings darkness to the world,
Ever so gently, she falls.
Smothering the light in a gentle embrace,
Holding on as tightly as she can.
As the day struggles to break free,
Like a child, protesting a mother's hug.
Night relinquishes her prize, to come again soon.
Like a Movie:
(OKay, last one. And the longest.Originally, being on paper, the ending turns out a lot different.)
Loneliness is an echo, right?
So I shouldn't be afraid
Of that creaking stair
Or the scuttling of rats
Or the small wind blowing through the house,
Making sounds like whispers and ghostly hollers.
That's just the stuff of movies, right?
Just the stuff of books.
Just the stuff of nightmares
Where the main character is stalked by something in the house
Just before they die.
That's just the stuff of R-rated films.
Right?
Now I hear something, I swear.
A clanking like a long chain.
Steady, heavy thumping, like footsteps.
That's just the breeze making sounds like evil laughter, right?
A door slams. Just from the storm outside.
Lightning flashes.
Was that a shadow I saw,
Deformed and ugly and only half there?
More flashes. Rain pelts the roof.
Not one shadow, but many.
Snickt. Like claws, or long nails.
Slurp. A long tongue on sharp teeth.
I see them. Oh. My. G~~~
Yup! So, thanks for reading. I'll post the cheerier ones later, like I said. If you want, drop a line and tell me what you think!
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