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Anon C Nov 2012
Starting to be afraid of what I feel
Ignorance taking control of my life
Trusting so quickly, what the hell's my deal
Setting myself up for much pain and strife

God, I must watch my step, I'll fall too fast
I don't want to feel that sorrow, that pain
Can't get hurt again, I'm healed now at last
Can't make the same mistake over again

The world is dark, how could this love be real
In case it isn't I must watch my back
I hope it is true, this love that I feel
Why would it be, all else in life is black

Please dear God, don't let me hurt myself twice
Can't take it again, please help me alright
I wrote this some odd years ago. Turns out I was right. Also at a time where as you can see I was a bit religious. Not so much the case anymore. Spiritual not religious.
Anon C Nov 2012
Has it ever been real?
Love
consumed by so much darkness
lust taking precedence
wicked twisted snake
passion overfloweth
no soul can handle it
so to the darkness stay true
accustomed to loneliness
abandonment
were true love to present
can it then be accepted?
or is it too late
forever lost in the abyss
of tormented pain given by lackluster love
Dedicated to my friend Robert. Who understands at times the darkness can consume and cause loss of hope and indefinite fear in the face of love.
Anon C Nov 2012
What is worse might I ask
than screaming into nothingness
receiving only an echo in reply
of your own voice and thoughts
forever alone
the emptiness is closing in
soon to be consumed
by the eternal chasm
that is your loneliness
Inspired by an exchange with another poet.
Anon C Nov 2012
Who can handle
a soul like mine
weeping, fighting, tortured
dying

dreams of insanity
if they come true
run, run, gone
who can keep up

terminally ill
harboring an unknown disease
inexplicable

make it stop
beaten
beaten
broken now
fear of abandonment
never to leave
very being under siege

wanting to be hurt
for it always hurts
pain so long
this is what brings life
or rather what drains it

not empty yet
keep draining me, please
until my essence disappears
eyes empty
soul deadened
completely gone
forgotten
forget
thus ceasing to exist
Anon C Nov 2012
If you could only venture into my mind
See how beautiful you are
Eyes deep like space
Lips perfectly formed
Even in a frown speaking volumes
Of the beauty you hold within
Were it possible, I would let you see my scars
And how slowly, they are fading
More profound than just love
Consumed by indefinite passion
Wishing to be intertwined
Become as one soul
So I may then know
What it is to truly be lovely
         *As you are
Anon C Nov 2012
sound...

     distant

                     oh so distant

my screams

                 echo so far

        unheard

beneath my shallow grave
Anon C Nov 2012
Ah, the earth and her brilliant beauty
radiating life, such a beautiful perfect circle
everlasting, eternal
how I love you, adore you
but then I see this, humanity
corrupted, angry, power hungry and so full of hate
and my heart bleeds
why is it we cannot live equally
share all the world and the love it has to offer
money? religion? human nature?
God, why can we not all look beyond it
children dying, innocents left bleeding on the streets
innocents who wanted no part in your war
and you took the one life they had and ripped it away
when all they wanted was love, security, peace
a child of all things
wanting to wake and play in the streets
knowing naught of why there is so much hatred
or even for that matter, what hate  is
so how do innocents become so hate filled
indoctrination, it is taught
I do not believe we are born so filled with this horror
so what is so hard about going beyond this
people full of love these days so rare to find
ones that dream of coexistence
why is this?
do they ignore the idea?
are they blind?
or do they just not care?
content to live in a world
a world where people are shot down
I know they see it
I know they know of it
how does their heart not bleed like mine
they see pictures, hear it on the news
whether they knew them or not their story is real
their suffering, their pain
it is heartbreaking
it is unfair
I know I do not have it so hard
but I see their lives riddled with suffering
and I feel I know them
I want to reach for them
save them all and I cannot
tearing at every fabric of my being
I feel so far from being real
when I speak of this and people say don't think about it
how the hell can I not?
I exist within this world
this world so fueled by hate and anger
how can I ignore others pain
why am I finding myself weeping daily
for someone I never knew
I knew their pain
I knew how unfair their life was
so why do I feel so alone in this feeling
humanity you are tearing my soul to pieces
Not really a poem. But every day opening a web page or seeing the news and I see this turmoil in the world  and I cry. I cry almost daily for all the pain and wish to God I could save us all. I needed to get it out.
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