I love to write poetry in my spare time. I write about everything, but this blog is dedicated to love, heartache, and life.
9/29/10
9/8/10
Guardian Angel
In moments of insecurity,
I lock my soul into my inner self,
I hide from the outside world,
With all it's expectations.
My smile says one thing,
But my reflection screams the truth.
I curl up and stow away,
From all the impurity.
Who can see the girl who cries,
Inside of my inner darkness?
Who can hear the girl who cries,
In the bathroom stall silently as people pass her by?
No one...
Will ever be there,
For the lonely and desperate soul,
That cries out fearfully,
Laying on the cold desolate floors,
Of a heart that was never whole.
I lay here,
Waiting for my guardian angel,
To wrap me in his wings of rapture,
To protect me from the anguish of the world,
To replace my frigid tears with ardent smiles,
To be there for me when no one else will stand by my side,
For he is my path to truly living.

I hide from the outside world,
With all it's expectations.
My smile says one thing,
But my reflection screams the truth.
I curl up and stow away,
From all the impurity.
Who can see the girl who cries,
Inside of my inner darkness?
Who can hear the girl who cries,
In the bathroom stall silently as people pass her by?
No one...
Will ever be there,
For the lonely and desperate soul,
That cries out fearfully,
Laying on the cold desolate floors,
Of a heart that was never whole.
I lay here,
Waiting for my guardian angel,
To wrap me in his wings of rapture,
To protect me from the anguish of the world,
To replace my frigid tears with ardent smiles,
To be there for me when no one else will stand by my side,
For he is my path to truly living.
7/28/10
Undecipherable
7/6/10
Shadowed Soul
This terrible, dark, and eerie feeling,
That lies in my heart,
slithering like a snake to the front edges of my mind.
It adds weight to my shattered soul,
unable to carry it as a whole.
Consuming my being,
till the light of my spirit is shrouded and drenched,
in a thick armor of hatred.
Unable to see the light of day,
pushing everything away,
into the outer reaches of my heart,
until I have nothing left but the dark.
6/28/10
Destiny
What is the destiny of the man who has lost himself,
In the tormented game called life.
Living day in and out shrouded in the opaque shadows of uncertainty.
Seeking an escape from the demons prodding at his soul.
In moments of insecurity,
In the opaque questionings of the mind,
Tempestuous emotions rob the soul of its purity,
Leaving heart ache behind.
Engulfed in thoughts drowned in iniquity.
Torn between the cultivated mind,
And the impulses of fear prodding at the untamed heart.
Logic and religion become entwined,
The soul begins to take itself apart.
Dismantling the innocent heart into minuscule pieces,
The mind loses itself and is uncertain,
The soul begins to fade, until the last breath ceases.
There lies the soulless corpse as they close the curtain,
The internal torment of the mind goes in vain,
For the ending result was the same.
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