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| Demons inside my head Have you ever felt that the future Is a reflection of the past But you don't know how? A reflected dream, a reflected nightmare Of a past that plagues you so Is it really real? I don't know why I feel this way Have I dreamed of this place And this time before? All my hopes and expectations Wither away, dying away Leaving me dreamless. Maybe the dream is true Maybe all I know Is but a nightmare? Maybe I've said these words before Feeling as if I'm losing my mind Trapped within this nightmare. All my hopes and expectations Look for an explanation But I don't see it. I only dream in black and white In reflections, in warped impressions Wondering is the dream true? Is the truth within this nightmare Truly real, truly alive Or is it but the echoes of the emptiness Trapped deep inside of me? I hear the demons inside my head Mocking me, teasing me Driving me to the brink of madness And I wonder, Are they right? Am I mad? Am I insane? I know not As the dream withers and dies. |
| Ghost of a child The hand of faith is always moving, no escaping its call No fleeing from its stamp, its mark upon our souls, But in the midst of our lives, memories of ages past Cling to the very fibers of who we are. As the sun sets, and darkness clings to very corner of the room And mischievous spirits come out to play, their shadows dancing on the walls, Mire flickers of light and dark, clinging in the walls I find myself drifting through the waves of time. I drift upon the threads of time, traveling back, Back to the days of my youth, my infancy When I had been but an innocent child Trapped in an adult world of misery and sorrow. The child sits in the center of the room Staring unseeingly straight ahead Her brown eyes blurred with unshed tears Her mouth potting, and pulled taunt against her teeth, She says not a word, but stares, outward listening to the shouting. The drunken slurs ring heavy in the air, The self disappears as doors slam shut And before her the demon stands with a twisted grin, Unclothed body, stained with grease and grim He reaches for her, she stiffens, her body going limp. She can't escape, no place to go, No one to hear her silent screams, No one to know her silent tears As he takes control and sends her to hell. He smiles, grinning from ear to ear As he takes what he wants Never thinking for a moment what it means to the child As she lays there broken and shattered, unable to cry, unable to make a sound. I see this as a ghost, not there but watching The anger burning deep inside, the hated for this man All he did, all he did to the little one, The little one who was me, who had no one to comfort her, To remove his stain and filth from her spirit. |
| As the man vanishes, the ghost of the child turns to me Staring me in the eye unblinking, steady and strong, She says not a word, but motions with her hand, Opening them, asking me, begging me for the comfort she never had, As the night wanes on, I simply embrace the ghost, The ghost of the child I had once been. |
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| This page consist of the following poems: * Ghost of a Child * Loneness * Should be okay * Demons inside my head * Where do we go? * Tears * The Product of my envirnoment * A Slave * A Little girl cowers * A Simple Tear * Rain Drums |
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The seasons come and go as time speeds bye And nothing in this life stays the same, Its always changing, but sometimes As the dawn approaches and the stars linger, The moon hesitates for but a moment, I find myself lost deep inside myself, Drowning in memories I can't let go, In memories I can't forget, Remembering times been left alone, Wishing I could leave them alone, To bury them in the past! |
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| Where do we go? Where do we go when all is said and done, And there is nothing left to tell, When all the our secrets lay exposed To prying eyes? Where do we go when all is done, And there is nothing left to uncover, When everything we know has been told, And sits in wait? Where do we go when our glass houses shatter, And there is nothing left to rebuild, When all that should have been Lays shattered and broken at our feet? Where do we go when all we love is lost And there is nothing to recapture When all that was Lays shattered at our feet? Where do we go? |
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| Tears The lonely tears fall, Like the whispers of a soul, Wandering from place to place With no comfort to hold one tight As the thunder rumbles And lightning strikes. The lonely tears fall Echoing a showers beat Lost within oneself Filled with misery and sorrow Unable to hold more Receiving no comfort. The lonely tears fall Like a single heart beat Echoing in the night Drifting upon the waves of sorrow Longing to be at peace But knowing only the heart ache. |
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