Poetry Is A Form Of Art...Right?
 

I can't remember what I did with my other poems here...So, anyway...

This is something I just did....I don't really expect it to be very good, especially technically....It was just something I needed to tell someone...



Dead And Buried

Some people are stubborn,
They don't know when to quit,
When will they learn,
To stop stirring the shit?

When you know that it's over,
Pack your things and move on,
You never deserved to know her,
So you're just back where you belong

You lie, cheat and destroy,
Killing everything you touch,
You give false hope and fake joy,
Fantasy shouldn't hurt so much

You'll never be real,
The truth wont be discovered,
Until you learn how to feel,
The suffering that you cause to others

Everything's all about you,
You can't see outside of yourself,
All the selfish things you do,
Just end up hurting someone else

When you have killed it all,
You reach into your grave,
You pull out old dead memories,
To see what can be saved

Dead things can't create new life,
But you just keep on trying,
When you are dead inside,
Everything around you, just keeps dying

You have no conscience,
You have no heart or soul,
One day all of your deception,
Will begin to take its toll

You'll eventually be found out,
All your lies will be exposed,
Everyone will know what you're all about,
Then you will truly be alone

You can only use people for so long,
You can only fool them until they open their eyes,
When you turn around and they're gone,
You really shouldn't be so surprised

Don't be sad, when you can no longer see or hear her,
You'll end up with your true love and things will all work out,
One day when everyone else is gone you'll look in the mirror,
And into the eyes of the only person you ever really cared about

Until then...

Just lay back, close your eyes, and rest your head
Be silent, be still, because...You are dead

Powerful

Thanks, I appreciate it...And, I really hope that you're right...I want the message to come across loud and clear...I think poetry is a pretty good way to 'reach' a musician...Or at least I hope so...

It will really strike the heart of women who have been in an abusive relationship,because you totally nailed the 'narcissistic sociopath' that these men are.
It could go both ways actually because there are men in such relationships as well.But I cannot speak for men,and won't.
It would make a kick-ass song.

That's why it was powerful to me personally...it just got to the core of that type of person.

Wow, that's quite a compliment...Now I feel all honored and stuff:) Thanks again...And, I actually did think about the possible 'song' aspect...I could get Dustin to write the music and play it for me...



OH...And, a couple people have asked, so I wanna clear this up...

No, it is NOT about Dustin (my guy is ALL real *is so lucky*)


It's about....



Last night, my 5foot5, little baby girl put down an ass-whippin' on her 6foot4 ex (they were together for over 2 years, and engaged to be married next May, till Seri found out that he was trying to get a little side action from a girl he used to be with 4 years ago...He figured that since the girl declined the request, he really didn't do anything wrong...Ass)......When his newest ex (a girl that he dumped 2 weeks ago, after he used her for 2 months, while he was still begging Seri to come back to him) showed up at OUR house looking for him....Well, of course he was here, because he's STILL trying to suck up to Seri...

Anyway...Seri and his ex talked....Seri confronted him about all the bullshit, cuz it turns out he was at the NEW ex's house, the night before last, trying to get some from her, while he was waiting to see if Seri was ever going to take him back (which I keep telling him will NEVER happen...THAT'S the point I was trying to get across).......Anyway, Seri was beyond pissed, she doesn't usually get into fights, but she really wailed on him, and I couldn't really blame her.....He left here, holding onto his head, and crying:rolleyes: ....And 'new ex girl' got in a swing, too...heh

I just don't want it to happen again...



Since it was all so personal, I didn't really stop to think that you're right, Novakru...There are SOOO many guys like him....It's really quite common...

Understood
 

I really enjoy reading (good) poetry, so i found it to my liking. It's full of anguish, yet incredibly graceful. meow....i enjoyed.

Re: Understood
 

Thanks, that's really cool of you...I have more of them here...Somewhere...I just don't remember where I put them...

If you're interested, I can try to locate them...

Honestly, I don't really care for this one a whole lot...The one in my sig is one of my personal favorites, and I wrote one called 'Dark Angel' that I actually like most of all:)

good
 

sure that would be great! if you want to you can even email me a few. I love poetry. Just message me if you want to send me a few.

Re: good
 

Well...I couldn't find them here...So, click this link if ya wanna see some of them...That should be pretty easy (if it works :p):

Some Of My Poems



There are also two things in there that are not poems...You can just ignore those :)

Read your poetry.
You are a true artist Rayne.

It would so cool if there was a published book with your daughters art and your poetry beside it.

Very good, also powerful like novakru said. Sorry you had to write it though, I feel sorry for Seri but I'm sure she'll be fine after awhile,she's obviously much better off without that undeserving 'genius'.


"When you are dead inside,
Everything around you, just keeps dying"

^love that line.


Oh and novakru don't bother, I've told her many times over about her talent and the woman just wont listen.

I agree...Seri is amazing...She is so intelligent, honest, articulate, considerate, talented and beautiful (I could go on forever, really...She's very special)...ANY guy would feel blessed to have her (and someday, someone will appreciate her for all that she is)...

Shane just took her for granted because he had her for so long, he thought that he would ALWAYS have her, no matter how he treated her, because she had defended him and let him get away with so much in the past...She couldn't admit the truth about what he really was until it was staring her in the face and she had no choice...

Once he realized that he did NOT have her anymore, it kinda freaked him out, he honestly didn't see it coming...Now he knows what he lost (after being with other girls who simply can't compare...that's why he won't just go away) and it's too late...


LOL...But, I still really appreciate the sentiment:)

*Big kiss for Novakru and Austin*

Thanks Guys...You made me smile

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Mozart
by me

As the black carriage disappeared into the rainy mist,
A sorrow filled me with utter emptiness.
That one soul would leave more than mere mortals,
But music that could move the gods themselves.
It would not be lost-no,such sheer Brillance could not be forgotten.


Published 1989 in "Of Diamonds And Rust"
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by me

A cool breeze caresses my skin as I look into the blue endless sky
And I wonder,how long will this last?
I take a deep breath of a chill night air as I watch the full white brilliance of the moon and I wonder,how much longer will I see that magnificent globe of light?
A thrill passes through me as I look at his face and long for his body and I wonder,how long will I feel this?
One morning I am unable to rise,a pain so deep captures me and I wonder,how long can I endure this?
The laughter of a child breaks through the Sunday heat and I wonder,how long will happiness surround him?
A beautiful array of flowers,a rainbow of colors,fill my sight and I think,will I be able to see them another day?
The glorious miracle of this world assaults me,in a decaying building,in a bird signaling the beginning of spring,in a person walking,rushing down the street.
In my mind a loud silence fills my head,obliterating all thought.
I want this forever.
To feel,
to see,
to experience,
to love.......
life.
The realization of the reality is,I am dying,and the wonderous knowledge of this universe will never be mine.


Published 1997 in "Beneath a Rainbow".

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I turn around
and there you are
taunting
You know me so well
But I have faced you
on your own turf
Do you really think
you could survive on mine?
Now it's my turn to

Laugh

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It's 3am
Walking cold streets
Running away with a heart full of fear
Brain smashing with every step
Where to go in all this confusion?

It was good once-somewhere-Another time
No unanswered questions
Better not think about that
Better not think

Reflection of a face in a puddle
Not mine
Not me
Something missing but I can't find it
No matter where I look

I have to stay away
Locked inside
The truth will destroy me

I just found this old poem I wrote when I was young:

Will you ever realize
Will you ever acknowledge
The pain I felt
My blood wasn't the proof
My screams,never heard
You never really saw me
'I'll take care of you'
Wish I had recognized the Lie
I wanted to believe you
when you said softly that night
'I love you'
I saw the beauty in you-was blinded by it
I saw the beast
and something inside of me
died
YOU are the last time
I'm going on now
and when I close my eyes
You're no longer
There