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| NOTE: These are not my poems, they were by Amy Bryce. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| My Demon : | ||||||||||||||||||||
| To Lose: | ||||||||||||||||||||
| What have I become? A monster in my rights, I feel no pain, I have no shame. Why am I taunted by myself? My wolf, My Demon, My Fear. Can I forgive myself for what I am? Never. Behind a shield of thoughts, My demon lies. Breaking out, Seeping, sliding and poisoning my mind. The howls penetrate my thoughts, My sleep never comes, The howls that show my dark fearing side. My Wolf, My Demon, My Fear. Insomnia takes a hold of me, Restricting me from being free. My howling sears like a burning fear, The reality of the situation is very near. Close is the harm to my loved ones, The situation is too close to home. I am a monster of the dark, Deep runs my demon�s mark. Seeping, sliding it runs through my veins; My wolf, My Fear, My grief. Trickling, poisoning my mind, All goodness and light left behind. In my mind I am changing face, Goodness shrouded in a secreted place. Flailing my arms I cannot stop this taking hold, Nothing can stop this, brave nor bold. I am a monster in my rights, My howls penetrate the unspoken nights. My Wolf, My secret, My Fear. Ruling my very soul, Winning me as a whole. I am shrouded by my secrets and my lies, Darkness takes hold of my once bright eyes. Searing pains beat with my heart, My demon�s bull�s-eye in a game of darts. I have forgotten every thing that I was, everything I am, I am no innocent not now. My evil has taken hold of all that is I, It lives off that of my largest lie. My Wolf, My Fear, My Secret, My Grief, My Insomnia, My Demon. It is My Demon. Forever my Demon. |
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| To lose a friend is hard, Your loss leaves my soul marred, Marred with the memories still, But not once with tears did my eyes fill, At least not wholly for you. Confessions of a dying soul, Left behind in a living world, My heart left like burned coal, You left me twisted and furled. I am sure it was not your time, Will you become sublime? At least now you are free, I still feel that you should be with me. My selfishness my downfall. Please don�t go, Can�t you stay for me? I never wanted this� Never� I can�t wash it all away, I can�t scream it all away, I can�t make it now. I can�t wash it all away, Not now� I can�t cry it all away. Please don�t go, Can�t you stay here for me? I never wanted this� Never� I couldn�t cry it away, I can�t wash it away. The memories always there� I know why� I�m still dying here, Losing myself in a world I can�t handle, �But this is fear� That�s what you said, �But this is Fear� So why aren�t you here? To lose a friend is hard, Your loss leaves our souls marred, Marred with the memories still, But not once with tears did our eyes fill, At least not wholly for you. Confessions of a dying soul, Left behind in a living world, Our hearts left like burned coal, You left us twisted and furled. I am sure it was not your time, Will you become sublime? At least now you are free, I still feel that you should be with us. Our selfishness our downfall. |
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| Bunny: | ||||||||||||||||||||
| The bunny hops down the lane, Pausing on railroad tracks, Unmindful of the approaching train. With his nose he snuffles a daisy protruding through a rail reflecting that when land is mown over by Man, Nature will prevail. And as this thought flickers in our bunny's head, the train arrives and smooshes him dead. |
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| Prayer of the wilderness: | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Naked in midwinter magic Lies an angel in the snow The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves An encounter symbolic yet truthful With a hungry choir of wolves An agreement immemorial to be born Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest Accompany all charming tunes Of a sacrament by a campfire A promise between the tameless And the one with a tool Tonight the journey from a cave begins I want to hunt with the tameless heart I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar We will honor the angel in the snow We will make the streams for our children flow Wrapped in furs beneath the northern lights From my cave I watch the land untamed And wonder if some becoming season Will make the angel melt in shame I want to hunt with the tameless heart I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar We will honor the angel in the snow We will make the streams for our children flow |
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