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karen dannette Dec 2012
Feel the fire on your flesh, burning, transforming your entirety
Keeping all your secrets, forever hidden from the ones that you choose to deceive.
And if you feel that he is getting too close, run away…. Far away..
Never be too far away from home, to truly leave.

There in the distance, there is a siren beckoning for you.
She has her hands out to embrace you, only to crush you.
Her velvet dress is plunging down, so deep  you can see inside her.
But, it’s never enough to make her want you as much as you want her..

Listening to the folk music in the distance …
I can feel the agony coming on to me again..
Could it be real “??   Could it be my fault, again.?
Seeking revenge through the strangest of ways.  

The rocks are so real, that the sailors think they are seeing a mirage
But in reality, they think they will truly live past this day
Gorging upon the flesh of the past in the true spirit of the future
Bent, solemn, tragic, metamorphisis of the human character.  
Dig deeper, into the humanity that is no more.

Lifting my eyes to the stained, blackness of  their souls
Freedom beckoning from a distance for miles
Sativa and honey dripping from the demons, black. toothless grins
As I ***** my empty stomach and wretching, green nothingness, human bile.

So go upon your merry way and sing while you die
Feel the ******* anger and bitterness eating your insides.
So then, you walk the plank, knowing your end is near
Never giving in to the blanket of fear.

Tell tale signs of forgiveness, that is rarely real.
Stop the *******, you don’t know how to feel.
You lost  your soul a long time ago, gave it up for a bag
Now your eternity is forever evil and you’ve lost your true life’s zeal
karen dannette Dec 2012
My legs grow weary, my heart grows weak from the thought of losing you
Am I so crazy now that I can’t see what is in front of me?
Just put me in a rubber room, bounce me to the sky.
And hopefully, I will finally feel better soon.

Free from what?
I ask myself…. Yet no answers make themselves clear
Praying for the sought out remedy in an instant, making it quite obvious
That our union was made in heaven, if only I could allow you. My life, to steer.

I escaped from the dreariness of the wet, sloppy sleeping back in the desert.
And moved up to a sleep number bed, but hoping the number isn’t six six six
Forgive me, if I appear to be confused and irrational, but we all put labels on ourselves and others.
Wondering upon the reasons I am always awake in my mind, but only find the “TRICKS” or “******”

Why are things so difficult for all of us to comprehend, ???
When God has handed us a manual to get though our life in his way
We are constantly questioning and repositioning, tying to manipulate his work
When we should take a step back and get out of the ******* way!

Just imagine, for a minute, what it feels like to be me…
Just listen to your inner spirit that is telling you to use kid gloves.
Friendless and faded isn’t my true reality
I’ll never be kept down, despite my enemies desires, for I know God is love.
karen dannette Dec 2012
So many times, I have felt what it is like to be hated, to be mistreated.
It doesn’t matter anymore.  So many occurrences of the **** I’ve endured.
But in the end, it doesn’t matter anyway because the end result is always the same.
Hurting others with purpose and thought,  but ****** is such a strong word.

Blessings have been gifted in my life, constant pain still resulting in the loss of  more fake friends.
The thought of his hands on my ****** body making me do things that children shouldn’t do.
I’m over that, so I thought, and then the vision comes back and the memory returns with vengeance.
Funny how memories come rushing back to you in the worst possible time, but I started with the strangest of clues.

emotions turbulent, keeping my mind spinning in an eternal hell filled memory.
I try to give you your space,, but you carry me through all the obstacles
Transient spirits both help to protect me and the dark entities attack from satans command.
And, even with God’s love and guidance, Will never sell my soul for the world, only awaiting his coming.  People’s thoughts are replaced by the scripture that was written so long ago, translated into hundreds of languages.

GOD COMES FIRST - MIND OVER MATTER - LOVE VS HATE - BOUNDARIES - RECOVERY - HOPE
This poem was written with a lot of heartfelt pain.  Its about loss and about hopefulness.  Any feedback is appreciated and thanks for taking the time to read it.
karen dannette Dec 2012
Take me as I am
Or take nothing at all
I’ve been conditioned by my environment
To fight, to run, or just take the fall.

Prisms of light encompass the sin
Rays of light that burn my flesh, in agony
Yet here, I stand, daring the worst to happen
Causing temporary blindness, now I can see.

You seem unapproachable when you so desire
Cuts my flesh with stabbing knives, severing my esteem
But that’s okay, I’ve been through much worse
I’ll take another ******* one for the team.

Wish you could truly understand, I’m real
Every disguise is transparent to you
But I realize that you have been severely wounded
And for me, the truth I know will come true.

Now the question is… will you risk it?
Or is there too much of your heart at stake?
No reason to continue to lurk beneath the shadows
I think that if I leave my guard down, my heart will be crushed and break.

You are beautiful to me
Even if you don’t believe it
I wouldn’t hurt you.. Even if I wanted to
Not that you would believe me.
Feedback is appreciated.  Thanks for taking the time to read
karen dannette Dec 2012
Love too much
Hurt too much
Always needing a heart to touch

Limitless sources of abundance so clear
No ability to cause you harm or unnecessary fear
Sometimes momentary blindness, inability to truly hear

Critical lapses of  excruciating, intensity from my vivid past
Try, as I might, to make the most healthy relationship last
As days turn into nights, I wish a moment of bliss with you that would last.

Not sure anymore, of anything that is real
Putrid, agonizing, annoyance seems to keep me off keel
Hoping, dreaming and wanting for my positive feelings to be real

Lustful thoughts of our time together feel ****** and surreal
In the midst of the anger and bitterness,  I realize I am able to feel.
Seductive, entranced, mesmorized with true love stamped within our hearts, forever sealed.

The dripping of the lukewarm indecision has grown old, decrepit and shames me in despair
Ready now for the realness of  a soul mate, never knowing one that cared.
So here it goes, where it ends, know one knows… now that my soul has been given and shared.

In the end, where I have always been
Crushed within the lions den
Here I am, nothing hidden, never knowing the why and when.

My heart is now yours and given of my free will
Never again will I have to trudge up  the loneliness hill.
The love that I seek has been found in you
With a light in our eyes, yours sparkling blue.

The things in my past that riddled me with fear
When the darkness replaced the light is no longer here.
I'm trusting you to love me and hope it is true.
This poem was written especially for you.
ANY FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED..  THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ!
karen dannette Dec 2012
My Life


Always a surprise

I want to feel what others feel.
I know what is supposed to be real.
I’m addicted, or afflicted…. Need some help from you.
The past has been a big part of my problem, its true.

I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything before.
**** my life up through a paper straw and feel me at the core.
The sorrow  inside me burrows from deep within
Sometimes I feel like I’m never going to win.

Why do you make me want to feel this way?
Will it ever truly go away?
**** this feeling of weakness and loss…
I know that the waves of anger seem to violently break me and toss.

Everyone I know has something that they want from me.
My defenses are let down and as I’m devoured, I finally see.
Seeking refuge from the storm coming near.
But every time I get close, I begin to feel that eternal fear.

Liars and hypocrites line the streets with innocence.
While they try to **** me, I’m still thinking of how they are dense.
Take me completely or leave me blind, deaf and dumb
I don’t understand you….  What has made you so numb?

Fun escapes your vocabulary…. Keeps you down without your consent.
Senseless running in circles keeps you in the money, pays the rent.
But even though you think the answer is clear,
I see through the mirage you are creating and it causes my eyes to tear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.  I write to release my emotions.  Any feedback is welcome and appreciated.
karen dannette Dec 2012
Love too much
Hurt too much
Always needing a heart to touch

Limitless sources of abundance so clear
No ability to cause you harm or unnecessary fear
Sometimes momentary blindness, inability to truly hear

Critical lapses of  excruciating, intensity from my vivid past
Try, as I might, to make the most healthy relationship last
As days turn into nights, I wish a moment of bliss with you that would last.

Not sure anymore, of anything that is real
Putrid, agonizing, annoyance seems to keep me off keel
Hoping, dreaming and wanting for my positive feelings to be real

Lustful thoughts of our time together feel ****** and surreal
In the midst of the anger and bitterness,  I realize I am able to feel.
Seductive, entranced, mesmorized with true love stamped within our hearts, forever sealed.

The dripping of the luke warm indecision has grown old, decrepit and shames me in despair
Ready now for the realness of  a soul mate, never knowing one that cared.
So here it goes, where it ends, know one knows… now that my soul has been given and shared.

In the end, where I have always been
Crushed within the lions den
Here I am, nothing hidden, never knowing the why and when.

My heart is broken in a million pieces you must now mend with your love.
Quite a task, indeed,  for anyone…. But your love surely comes from above.
And if you hurt me in any way, stand in line with all the others that who claimed they knew love.
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