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Enigmatic Poetry; Sorry, I like dark poems...-_-'
Topic Started: Feb 4 2013, 10:53 PM (119 Views)
Enigma

So I like writing dark poetry...=D

Here's my first submission.



Fake a grin.
Fake a smile.
Acting happy,
for a while.
But in time,
They catch
The rhyme.
Fake a laugh.
Then distract.
Even though
I'm dead within,
I can simply
Fake a grin.
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Enigma

This isn’t me


I find myself in wonderland
hoping for a change
I do not know who I am
Or if I am too late
This feeling deep inside of me
It really can’t exist
For when I look into his eyes
It’s smile is but too much to resist

I find myself feeling minimized
As if I am no more
I sway my mind that if I was
That life would be a bore
But deep inside I know the truth
That life can still move on
That my name is not of importance here
And so I must be
gone.

Find me a reason for me to see
or breath, or smell, or do
I can’t imagine He would let it be not
If He were even true?
My flesh, it makes no sense to me
My being that I must
Why must I go on this way
For a better knife I lust

But am I really in the wind
Or is there something more
It echos deep inside of me
That life, which would seem such a bore
Or would my soul give unto she
A sadness of no bore
That in her chest, it shatter thee
And of her heart no more.


And so I find my reason
To once again see the light
Not a light for begging for
but a light that in morning see I might
That She may still walk among us
Though us I feel withdrawn
And she may with me hear
The beautiful morning bird’s song.

This isn’t me
It never was
Though I feel I can not love
Twas love that keeps me here still now
Though I feel it wrong
But ah, for her - and for her others
That thought of I to be gone
must it itself, instead of me
not also me, be
gone.
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Enigma

Leave It Alone



A simple word
That makes a cut.
I see your pain
I try to mend
The pain remains.
Have an idea
A cut for cut.
New incision
An infection
Inflammation.
Realization...

I'm not a doctor.
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Enigma

Revolution


Someday,
I wanna start all over
And change the world for the better
I wanna do something good
N’ someday,
When this is all over
You’re gonna see my name in the textbooks
The guy who started it all

I wanna travel the world
I wanna try something new
I want something to do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C’mon, let’s fill up the streets
Let’s go door to door
Let’s demand the change
That we were promised before
This is my revolution
This is our evolution
Yeah, this is a Constitution



Sometimes,
I wanna just give up
‘Cause I feel the war’s already over
Like all the people already lost
But then,
I gotta keep my head up
Looking out there for the answers
Find that all the people already won

I wanna travel the world
I wanna try something new
I want something to do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C’mon, let’s fill up the streets
Let’s go door to door
Let’s demand the change
That we were promised before
This is my revolution
This is our evolution
Yeah, this is a Constitution
Oh, oh, oh
This is my revolution
This is our evolution
Yeah, this is a Constitution
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Enigma

Errr...I don't know how to delete posts. -_-'
Edited by Enigma, Feb 9 2013, 07:16 PM.
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Enigma

Realization

It was like glass shattering,
pieces everywhere, stabbing me in the heart.
I could feel my whole body jolting
as the ever growing moans held deep inside
were set free.
From my tongue came whales of no sound
that ripped at my ears as I begged
for it to stop.
“Oh, God, no! Don’t let it be!”
But there was no denying it.
I felt as if my soul were being pulled out of my chest,
like some invisible hand were reaching into me
and squeezing it.
I could almost feel their nails snagging at the vulnerable flesh.
I could hear their laughter,
feel their mockery.
Like they enjoyed it.
I scratched at the pain, screaming for it to stop,
demeaning myself for mercy.
I cried, and wept, my whole body surging.
My knees shook and my feet cramped.
The veins of my neck bulged.
My eyes shot.
My throat clamped.
My tears poured.
I cried for air.
For mercy.
For forgiveness.
For revival.
For help.
But I could not be helped.
For, It was, after all,
My fault.
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