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Lucien Freeman Dec 2011
Oh listen little one,
For I have something to say,
Your words and actions,
have affected me in many ways.

Do you not see,
it's from you I run,
myself I hide,
Your character I shun.

How can you think,
for whatever reason,
you can act like such,
and expect no treason?

Are you too blind,
are you fooled by self thought?,
to see your true self,
and how you rot?

In ways you are nice,
and so quickly evil,
like two sides of a coin,
absolutely mental.

Your arrogance,
and your ignorance
make you who you are,
and the mask you wear.

Why such lies,
to win false praise?,
why act one way,
never to be brave?

Your malicious,
and manipulative nature,
make me isolate myself,
hide from your character.

Always for approval,
you forever seek,
as the way you are,
none shall you receive from me.

If there is one side,
there is another,
One you know well,
One you cannot cover.

It's in your nature,
to be a hypocrite,
though you cannot change it,
you blindly accept it.

It's from this I run,
It's from this I hide,
never can I stand,
One with two sides.

Push it down I try,
Force to forget,
I make my attempt to accept,
over and over again.

No success,
never a victory,
you're still the same,
and forever will be.

I hear your hateful words,
even when you do not speak,
that rend the heart,
and steal its beat.

You're eyes are cold,
to match your piercing glare,
a broken soul,
lost in judgemental stare.

Hopefully one day,
you shall see,
when we say,
"that's what we mean".

Reflect on yourself,
see the damage done,
Your hand stained red,
by cold blood.

And turnover shall you,
a new leaf,
and try to then,
live life in peace.
Lucien Freeman Dec 2011
Here I sit in silence,
unbroken, and diligent.
Around you not a word,
nothing is spoken.

For I have learned,
to hold my thoughts dear,
keep them inside,
your words I don't want to hear.

Sharper than knives,
more vile than poison,
The mask of lies,
the path you've chosen.

I've never felt so,
until you made it be,
your words so cold,
killing, slowly, painfully.

Do you not see,
How you are?
How we perceive,
your malicious nature?

Like acid,
every word, a single drop,
burning slowly through the skin,
another word, another drop.

You may become still,
silent for the moment,
however the burn continues,
when words are unspoken.

Why can't you change,
do you not see what you've become,
reveal your true face,
the one you cover.

I wish sometimes to tell you,
I try so hard to reveal,
how you have hurt me,
your words, your evil.

But to show you,
would hurt you,
it would cause you pain,
I don't want to fan the flame.

I can't hurt you,
like you have me.
That is not who I am,
or who I want to be.



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Lucien Freeman Dec 2011
I sit here and stare in silence,
the air around me heavy and thick,
I cannot speak a single word,
my thoughts are racing.

I keep them in,
for I cannot express,
without sounding like,
such a madman.

My pen and paper,
so far my only release,
I don't know yet how to be vocal,
writing. My peace.

I think of things,
some good, some bad,
I think of the future and past,
and of the time at hand.

At times I just stare,
I cannot write a word,
My mind far past my pen,
For what seems like hours, unheard.

It's only been a few hours,
since I've seen you last,
but missing you makes the time,
slowly, painfully pass.

How empty I feel,
without your touch,
your grace, your presence.
I miss you so much.

I'm slowly losing my mind,
my hands idle, my mind busy,
again I sit here,
again in silence.

Forever and a day,
or so it seems,
Til I will see your face,
and the smile you bring.

But as I sit here,
the air around me heavy and thick,
I exhale and rest,
wishing you were here.

~Lucien Freeman

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