samaire-angelique - Hello Poetry

So you say you have a wish. One True Desire. And, of course, you call on me. Because that's the way it works. Well, some might say you've earned it. Traveled far... Fought hard... Killed many... So many... All searching for Their One True Desire. But it seems you came out on top. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Sparkling in the sun And now here I am Because that's the way it works. So you've Succeeded Won Defeated All who's goal you shared. You'll get no praise from me, Champion. I'm simply here to grant you Your One True Desire. Because that's the way it works. So what'll it be? Money? Fame? Love? Power? I haven't got all day. Tell me Your One True Desire So I may sleep once more Because that's the way it works. Well there you are, Champion. Your One True Desire. And those cursed, blessed trinkets To which I have been bound Scatter, and sparkle no more. Give to me my year of sleep Before you begin your search anew (I know you will.) To ask for your next One True Desire Because that's the way it works. So I take my leave, But I'll see you again, Champion. Not you, perhaps, but you're all the same. Traveling far... Fighting hard... Killing many... And calling on me For Your One True Desire... Because that's the way it works.

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Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC

The Dragon's Disdain

So you say you have a wish. One True Desire. And, of course, you call on me. Because that's the way it works. Well, some might say you've earned it. Traveled far... Fought hard... Killed many... So many... All searching for Their One True Desire. But it seems you came out on top. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Sparkling in the sun And now here I am Because that's the way it works. So you've Succeeded Won Defeated All who's goal you shared. You'll get no praise from me, Champion. I'm simply here to grant you Your One True Desire. Because that's the way it works. So what'll it be? Money? Fame? Love? Power? I haven't got all day. Tell me Your One True Desire So I may sleep once more Because that's the way it works. Well there you are, Champion. Your One True Desire. And those cursed, blessed trinkets To which I have been bound Scatter, and sparkle no more. Give to me my year of sleep Before you begin your search anew (I know you will.) To ask for your next One True Desire Because that's the way it works. So I take my leave, But I'll see you again, Champion. Not you, perhaps, but you're all the same. Traveling far... Fighting hard... Killing many... And calling on me For Your One True Desire... Because that's the way it works.

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You stand there Nearly in tears Feeling alone Unwanted Worthless. You don't understand It was going so well You loved each other Trusted each other You supported her strengths She accepted your flaws. Then she left you with No explanation No reason No goodbye. This seems so familiar... Did you beg her? Down on your knees Pleading forgiveness For unknown crimes Wanting another chance... Did you try to remind her How much she means to you? So did I. Did she look down on you With emotionless eyes Before she turned and walked away? So did you. Can you finally comprehend Why I hated you Just as you hate her now? Do you finally realize The torture I endured Now that you feel it too? Perhaps this is a lesson learned, Perhaps not. But don't worry The wounds should heal In only a year or so. And if you choose To quit before that happens Please die with the knowledge That I Survived.

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 7:07 AM UTC

Karma

You stand there Nearly in tears Feeling alone Unwanted Worthless. You don't understand It was going so well You loved each other Trusted each other You supported her strengths She accepted your flaws. Then she left you with No explanation No reason No goodbye. This seems so familiar... Did you beg her? Down on your knees Pleading forgiveness For unknown crimes Wanting another chance... Did you try to remind her How much she means to you? So did I. Did she look down on you With emotionless eyes Before she turned and walked away? So did you. Can you finally comprehend Why I hated you Just as you hate her now? Do you finally realize The torture I endured Now that you feel it too? Perhaps this is a lesson learned, Perhaps not. But don't worry The wounds should heal In only a year or so. And if you choose To quit before that happens Please die with the knowledge That I Survived.

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When darkness comes, don't be afraid. It's so much nicer in the shade. You've naught to fear from lack of light. The dusk prevails every night. In rays of sunshine, you're exposed. When you're in shadows, no one knows. The gloom engulfs its every charge Regardless of how small or large. It even hides the blackest stain. A haven for the barely sane. So never fear the dark, my pet. It hasn't tried to harm you...yet. Goodnight.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC

Don't be Afraid

When darkness comes, don't be afraid. It's so much nicer in the shade. You've naught to fear from lack of light. The dusk prevails every night. In rays of sunshine, you're exposed. When you're in shadows, no one knows. The gloom engulfs its every charge Regardless of how small or large. It even hides the blackest stain. A haven for the barely sane. So never fear the dark, my pet. It hasn't tried to harm you...yet. Goodnight.

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You stand, Watching, Mocking, Wondering what I'll do. I stand, Peering, Yearning, Trying to decipher you. Discover, Uncover, As lover, Or other, But I fear what I'll find If I open your mind. I start to reach toward you, But pull back, uncertain You seem to be eager To give me your burden. Inside I know I shouldn't set you free, For doing so would be the end of me... But leave, My Love, I couldn't ever do, For doing so would be the end of you...

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC

Pandora's Box

You stand, Watching, Mocking, Wondering what I'll do. I stand, Peering, Yearning, Trying to decipher you. Discover, Uncover, As lover, Or other, But I fear what I'll find If I open your mind. I start to reach toward you, But pull back, uncertain You seem to be eager To give me your burden. Inside I know I shouldn't set you free, For doing so would be the end of me... But leave, My Love, I couldn't ever do, For doing so would be the end of you...

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"Hello! I need your help... Support... Advice... You're always there... So strong... So calm... So nice... You never have problems, Can I give you some of mine? I need to get this off my chest... I knew you wouldn't mind." Meanwhile, My smile, A lie. My eyes, They beg To cry. What do I say? I should describe This ache... This pain... I'm dead inside. I've no emotion left to share... My heart is empty... I cannot care... I cannot care... I cannot... I can't... I... "Of course. I'm always here."

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:38 AM UTC

Always Here

"Hello! I need your help... Support... Advice... You're always there... So strong... So calm... So nice... You never have problems, Can I give you some of mine? I need to get this off my chest... I knew you wouldn't mind." Meanwhile, My smile, A lie. My eyes, They beg To cry. What do I say? I should describe This ache... This pain... I'm dead inside. I've no emotion left to share... My heart is empty... I cannot care... I cannot care... I cannot... I can't... I... "Of course. I'm always here."

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I The way is clear He lays his promises out Around my feet Like gifts. There aren't many... But they're the only ones I've known. But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Crushes them underfoot. Shrapnel flies, Leaving slight, Tiny wounds. And I stand, Alone, Surrounded by the fragments. II Along comes another. He steps carefully over the shards, Sparing himself the pain I've felt. He lays his promises, Twice as many, Atop the fragments. These gifts seem Beautiful... Pure... Plentiful... But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Throws them, Violently, In the direction of my barely healed body, Leaving me broken and battered. And I fall, Alone, Surrounded by the fragments. III A third appears. He walks, With bare feet, On the shards of broken promises, Sharing my pain. He lays his promises Atop the fragments. His gifts are modest, Yet somehow, Glow With unfathomable beauty. But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Softly touches his lips to mine. Suddenly, The shards vanish, My wounds heal, And the scars disappear, As if they had never been. He picks up the gifts, Sets them gently in my arms, And we stand, Together, Surrounded by each other.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:37 AM UTC

Shattered

I The way is clear He lays his promises out Around my feet Like gifts. There aren't many... But they're the only ones I've known. But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Crushes them underfoot. Shrapnel flies, Leaving slight, Tiny wounds. And I stand, Alone, Surrounded by the fragments. II Along comes another. He steps carefully over the shards, Sparing himself the pain I've felt. He lays his promises, Twice as many, Atop the fragments. These gifts seem Beautiful... Pure... Plentiful... But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Throws them, Violently, In the direction of my barely healed body, Leaving me broken and battered. And I fall, Alone, Surrounded by the fragments. III A third appears. He walks, With bare feet, On the shards of broken promises, Sharing my pain. He lays his promises Atop the fragments. His gifts are modest, Yet somehow, Glow With unfathomable beauty. But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Softly touches his lips to mine. Suddenly, The shards vanish, My wounds heal, And the scars disappear, As if they had never been. He picks up the gifts, Sets them gently in my arms, And we stand, Together, Surrounded by each other.

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This is not a poem. This observes no outline, rules, or template. This is not what you think it ought to be. Pain without structure still hurts. Hate without grammar still burns. Tears without regulations still fall. Joy needs no revision. Love needs no second draft. Laughter is never in iambic pentameter. This is not a poem. This is how I feel.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC

not a poem

This is not a poem. This observes no outline, rules, or template. This is not what you think it ought to be. Pain without structure still hurts. Hate without grammar still burns. Tears without regulations still fall. Joy needs no revision. Love needs no second draft. Laughter is never in iambic pentameter. This is not a poem. This is how I feel.

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Am I blind, Or do you see too well? Am I deaf, Or do you listen too closely? Am I mute, Or do you talk too much? I hear voices in my head, But you don't listen to yours. I see things that you say aren't there, But you miss things that I say are there. You tell me not to daydream, But do you even nightdream? You stare Into my face with contempt But I stare Into your mind with pity And curiosity About how all that knowledge You claim to possess Fits into that tiny, narrow chamber, And how it even got in Through that thick, heavy, closed, chained, Padlocked, bolted, and barred iron door? You stare As if I have nothing to offer society, But what can you offer? You have exactly what everybody else has: Indifference, Smugness, An attitude, And a suitcase. Society has had her fill of all that, And if you were gone, She wouldn't miss you. So is my point of view unrealistic, Or just too real for you? Do I need to be locked up, Or do you need to be set free? I'm not an oddity, You're Boring. And I'm not crazy, You're just too sane.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC

Unsane

Am I blind, Or do you see too well? Am I deaf, Or do you listen too closely? Am I mute, Or do you talk too much? I hear voices in my head, But you don't listen to yours. I see things that you say aren't there, But you miss things that I say are there. You tell me not to daydream, But do you even nightdream? You stare Into my face with contempt But I stare Into your mind with pity And curiosity About how all that knowledge You claim to possess Fits into that tiny, narrow chamber, And how it even got in Through that thick, heavy, closed, chained, Padlocked, bolted, and barred iron door? You stare As if I have nothing to offer society, But what can you offer? You have exactly what everybody else has: Indifference, Smugness, An attitude, And a suitcase. Society has had her fill of all that, And if you were gone, She wouldn't miss you. So is my point of view unrealistic, Or just too real for you? Do I need to be locked up, Or do you need to be set free? I'm not an oddity, You're Boring. And I'm not crazy, You're just too sane.

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Once a year, A vile, vicious, Vindictive little villain Ascends from the Fiery depths of Hell. He preys upon The lonely And Unwanted Stripping away The tough outer shell They use to make it Through life Alone And leaves them Wretched, Helpless, Pitiful, Vulnerable, Bleeding On the ground No one to Console them. The others, The ones who Will never Be forced To feel the pain Of the wretched ones They point And laugh, Relentless, Mocking, Taunting, Without Mercy or understanding While we, The lonely, Mourn Our perpetual Desolation. We pray and beg For the termination Of this one Unforgiving day When the cruel Demon, Bow in hand, Descends again, Satisfied When he sees The destruction And despair He will leave behind For one More Year.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:33 AM UTC

Cupid

Once a year, A vile, vicious, Vindictive little villain Ascends from the Fiery depths of Hell. He preys upon The lonely And Unwanted Stripping away The tough outer shell They use to make it Through life Alone And leaves them Wretched, Helpless, Pitiful, Vulnerable, Bleeding On the ground No one to Console them. The others, The ones who Will never Be forced To feel the pain Of the wretched ones They point And laugh, Relentless, Mocking, Taunting, Without Mercy or understanding While we, The lonely, Mourn Our perpetual Desolation. We pray and beg For the termination Of this one Unforgiving day When the cruel Demon, Bow in hand, Descends again, Satisfied When he sees The destruction And despair He will leave behind For one More Year.

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Alive. Dancing in the wind Perfect image of grace Like a frolicking maiden With rippling, velvet skirts of azure Caring not, Thinking not, Only dancing To the melody of nature. Flowing, Careening, Waltzing With a gentle zephyr To the smooth legato Of the wild.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 3:32 AM UTC

Brooke

Alive. Dancing in the wind Perfect image of grace Like a frolicking maiden With rippling, velvet skirts of azure Caring not, Thinking not, Only dancing To the melody of nature. Flowing, Careening, Waltzing With a gentle zephyr To the smooth legato Of the wild.

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