"tormentous" poems
*the things i want to say are better left unsaid
the words i write today are those which have already been read*
O, thine whip which thou hath
Braided for me
Strikes the same chord
Upon my heart
Sting, O whip of discontent
Whip of shame
Let me know the tormentous fury
Which art thou name
O, Queen of Morrow
Everlasting Morrow
Bend thine ear
As well as thine heart
To your troubled servant
O, Discordia thy will be done
Shall I pursue this path
Towards the clearing
This broken and shattered beam
Which started as your
Beautiful dream
Thine venom hath infected
Body and mind
Blinded was I in pursuit
Of the prize which shouldn't have been mine
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
He passed in double yellow
Like he was heading to a fire
Really nothing to you
Yet it provoked your righteous ire
Would it make a difference
If you felt the fiery flames
Watched a simple man's dreams
Consumed in a flippant blaze
Would it make a difference
If you saw his baby trapped inside
Or counted the tormentous days
'til his agony would subside
That waitress was a little rude
Like she wasn't really there
She just found her husband cheating
And she's aware that no one cares
Her heart is shattered inside
But she tries to paint on a smile
The darkness is overcoming
Her future bleak and vile
Could it make a difference
To someone lonely, hurt, and lost
If we measured our words and actions
And we stopped to count the cost
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Love me. Praise me. Fear losing me.
Tell me, if not else, that I am all you see.
Crave me. Want me, forever and always.
Make me feel important in all your able ways.
Seek me in your sleepless hours of night
or moments of bliss or tormentous plight.
Journey the roughest or smoothest of roads
Share with me, always, all of my loads.
For sometimes, I'll be right, and seldom be wrong
But still I want to be your heart's only song.
Despite subtle danger, you must be beside
Me; stay with me, my love, wherever I hide.
Remind me so often, how much me you love
As though I'm a blessing from heaven above
*For you are my blessing from heaven above.
I'll remind you, so often, how much you I love.
I'll stay with you, my love, wherever you hide.
Despite subtle danger, I must be beside,
You, who I want, you are my heart's only song.
Though sometimes you'll be right, or seldom be wrong.
I'll share with you, always, all of your loads;
Journey the roughest and smoothest of roads.
In moments of bliss and tormentous plight,
I seek you even in my hours of night.
You are so important, I show you this way.
I crave you. I want you, forever and always.
I tell you, if not else, you are all I see.
I love you. I praise you. I so fear losing you.*
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
Is it better on fearful feet
To run from my ghastly ghouls
Who maliciously haunt my innocuous mind?
Or to turn and try a fight
In which I will most certainly succumb
To my ever living enemies?
Enemies of the mind,
Their variety endless,
Just as their abilities
To shatter and destroy,
Fragile and unlike alike,
To fragments of former reality.
Is it so noble
To fight demons undefeatable
Rather than choose a simple flight
Away from tormentous anxieties?
A decision quickly made by a courageous and fearful few,
And pondered upon for lifetimes by others,
Will haunt me alike to the fears
Who proposed the question initially.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
if i look into the eyes of this angel
will she know my name?
or will she turn away
because she knows my shame
and wonder why i even came?
If i touch the hand of this angel
will she feel my pain?
or will she turn away
because she can see the stain
on my heart and know just who's to blame?
if i kiss the lips of this angel
will she erase my hate
or will she turn away
and leave me to burn
inside my childish rage?
and if i ever see this angel
will she still be from heaven
or will she have turned away
and become what i made
the demon that i so crave
her smile
and her hands
and her joy
and her laughter
and her tears
and her grace
all left shattered
and her love
and her wings
and her halo
all gone
and if i leave this angel
will i leave a man?
or will she burn me where i stand
because she knows i am truly ******
and i need a to finally understand
that all i was and all i am
is doomed to never know the plan
in the mind of the great one, the I Am
just to wander on inside this sham?
this sham that is my exsistence; that is my life
that is the reason for so much strife
that cuts the innocent like a knife
that gives to others anger rife
and if i die in this angels arms
will she send me to my eternal death
or will she turn me away
from hells tormentous touch?
of this i truly pray
yet something tells me that all she is
is my souls desperate wish to stay away
from the judgement that will come one day
and she'll have nothing left for her to say
except you have gone too far astray
and now all of your yesterday
will make your tomorrow never after today
Jan 12, 2010
Jan 12, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC
My scars tell a story
A much more permanent memory
Left by life's indelible mark
Mostly trauma's hallmark
Reminding me that my tormentous past was real
That I had wounds even if they eventually healed
Some will fade, but most will persist
And those are the ones that will teach a lesson
A reminder that they will always show where I've been but never dictate where I'm going
A promise that ultimately something positive comes out from the broken
Although the history behind it is pitiful
The future holds something much more beautiful
49 stitches, desensitised and disturbingly serpentine
13 inches of a rugged and raised line
So macabre you can't look without flinching
But I have come to gaze upon it without cringing
My scars may not look appealing
But are still a sign of healing
They say I took a hit but I survived
They are but evidence of the life I lived
The strongest and best of people have scars
So I'm glad my wounds and stitches left a scar
So like jewellery I show off my skin which has been marred
For everyone to see, like the scars of the universe; the stars
And maybe it will teach others that they can also heal
No matter the injuries they suffered, it doesn't have to be their Achilles heel.
R. Q.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Once upon a time
There was a very young girl with ridiculously long hair, she believed it was her best physical trait.
She spent all her time in a room where she could hear the whole world going about their business and living their lives.
Often, she wondered, what it would be like to not be confined to this small space.
She used to daydream as she looked out the window, it was overlooking a garden with many flowers in it.
Daydreaming about what it would be like to be normal. About what it would be like to be able to get close to the plants.
But one day, she decided, it was too painful to daydream about these things. Too tormentous to be able to see and hear all the beauty she was so tantalizing close to, and yet never be able to take part in it.
So she closed the curtains, and the sun no longer shone through the window. No more did she sit there wishing that humanity and herself weren't separated by brick and glass.
Instead, she began to get used to the shadows. Telling herself that it was, after all, for the best. No longer allowing herself to even dream that she would ever be more than she was.
Just a girl that was forgotten.
But she grew older.
Older, and... She began to understand, that she was only as trapped as she allowed herself to be.
The sunshine had been looking for her, and finally, she opened the curtains again.
Once again, she dared to dream...
But she wandered into a nightmare, and everything that she had never learned she was suddenly forced to.
All that naivette turned into pain, and she began to wonder why it had ever seemed so bad, to be locked away from everything.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Riddled with the continuous cycle of the same terrorizing thing. My soul has been played continuously like a fiddle and I am unsure how to break this cycle. I know I can, but when you are riddled with a continuum of repeated tormentous events, it makes you weak… so weak you can’t help but run into the next riddle of pain….
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
"You'll never be good enough"
"Your life is a waste"
"You're a failure"
"You'll never be worthy"
"You'll never achieve anything"
The voices in my head
That I must contend with every waking moment
Until I lay down to sleep.
At which point I'm convinced
That death is better than life
For with death,
Comes rest from these tormentous demons
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC