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Delores’ Sagacity

O heavy heart that aches with despair

Lost, despondent, and left to die

O the soul that concedes to the pain

Inside of me that yet abides

Where is the joy that this life was to bring?

Days I would escape memories of the forgotten?

Hope is gone and darkness to swallow me

 Like grass that blankets the earth

 Joy, a facade; a mask to hide the plights

Of unrelenting torment

Wondering in the dark

Nightmares transmute reality

Seasons unchanging

The hand that is bitterness

Hold only misery and sorrow

Wielding its sword to fell

Every instrument of suffering

But, alas weary

Fatally wounded

I am, undone

Delores Collins: This poem was written by me in Jan 2007.

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The Vampire Shadow

This road filled with iron tears

Constant companion

Yearning on a level untold

Faith in the purpose of life, shaken to its core

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Breathing air that only serves to torment

Poking a sharp knife in the heart of a tender life

Words that strangle hearts, like vines and a bitter cage

Fervent attempts at a connection

In a far away, heart wrenching land

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An evil word, supposedly beneficial

The closeness of true warmth and love

Never realized

Instincts and desires that are questioned

Like so many millions fragments of splintered ice

Beautiful in their design Sinister in their intent

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Pictures on a glowing plane

Beckoning, like some miraculous lighthouse

Nervousness and sweat that let me know

What is in my heart is real

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Dark grey skies of winter

Wretched and torn

But it is all it knows

Head in hands, face down on the floor

I can see you standing there

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Days of twisted hope, in some limitless vacuum

Thoughts of you make me realize

Of how far I really have to go

Not only in distance, but in some realm that only I can know

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A flower, found in an unsuspecting manner

Drawing me in with luscious nectar

But now, I seek refuge and sanctuary

From thoughts that injure

In darkness and silence, I find my only friend

And friend is a word that can tear out a soul

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This poem is about a special girl tha lives in Romania. I had met her through chatting on the net, but never in person. I have talked with her on the phone as well. I have had a very tough time in comprehending the fact that this person is real. I live in the US, so it is hard for us to meet. I just know that I have been wanting her badly, and not being able to meet her for real caused me a lot of heartache. I think this poem captures the way I felt.

I still miss her badly.

My Fall

I walked alone

with my head tilted

downwards

I felt

rejected

alone

ridiculed

by grimy faces

Prying

piercing

ravenous eyes

going to crush me with their glares

Tormented

Massacred

Robbed

by their vile tongues

Debilitating

deafening sounds

resonated

from deep under

with screams

of dim agony

Unsatisfied with these sores

in my body

already decimated and gone

My soul

veiled with darkness

Uncharted

by the vilest demons

Someone’s watching

deep under

Distorted

macabre and demonic

facades

Bizarre and indescribable faces

like crushed undifferentiated flesh

of putrefying, dead animals

and slaughtered beggars

Continuously chased

with my feet

covered with

pus and mud

The ground is cold

with blood

Chased forever

Tormented forever

Forever gone

My Fall

Loneliness

Hurting inside, no one to talk to
to talk this mood through with,
I am used to this solitary introspection
but it still hurts.
After all this time of being alone-
all the months, seasons, people behind me
I still don’t get used to the loneliness.

Shouldn’t it be enough that I was loved
for a brief moment in time, wasn’t I held
close in someone’s heart, didn’t I
feel the joy that only love can inspire, weren’t
we one, if only for one long afternoon,
weren’t we?

The familiar torrent of distant memories only brings me home
where my dreams unravel and my sleep is fitful
to this empty place where only I live.
no friend’s laughter to cheer me up
nor sparkle in the mirror when I look at me
no love crackling in my veins
or passion kindling my heart.

I am alone
comfortless and cold

by Abby D.