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Sorry for not attending the site as of late. Anyways, here are my three latests poems.

 

Exacerbate

 

These tears still dampen my face

The pain will never erase

Not much has changed

Just a small mental note for my brain

I guess I’m hoping for too much

Every night I dream of your touch

 

Confusion seems to enjoy its stay

I wish it wouldn’t last another day

All this shit is driving me insane

I try to save myself all in vain

I’ve lied to myself once more

In the end, I’m the one you abhor

 

The pain I feel must be intoxicating

It seems I’m not the only one it is infecting

If only I were a stoic champion

Maybe then we wouldn’t have met this conclusion

I was a fool to believe this would endure

For this heart, there is no cure.

 

Eternity’s Gift

 

A whirlpool of misery

Grown from the seas I stir.

A burning fire

Consuming all within reach.

 

The pain I feel

I use to slake the fires.

Is all but subsiding,

A black residue,

A dark trail of shame.

 

From out of the ruins

A new bird is born.

A soul; a spirit made anew.

In my eyes a new fire burns-

The flames of rebirth,

Forever it strives.

 

Tantalizing my every sense,

The sensation of life plays with my mind.

Is this real?

Is this the truth?

Or have I been led

Like a blind cow to the slaughter

Is this my only purpose?

To wait for impending doom?

Or is there something more,

To this meaningless existence?

 

I am lost in the void,

A void deep within my mind.

When shall I find salvation?

When will I find my way out?

 

 

Eternity’s Curse

 

Through fire and ice, destruction and creation

A soul remains, untouched by this world’s corruption.

Buried under layers of lies far from reach.

 

The one you see is the truth,

Quietly building walls around myself

To shelter everyone else but me.

 

I am not afraid of the outside world.

I do not hide from this whole new realm.

Instead, I hide from my own worst enemy.

Dare I learn the truth of me?

Dare I embrace it with open arms?

The answer I often shy away from

For I like the one I see.

 

I care little for human attention.

I care little for their grace.

This is what I have become,

A being that sheds tears for none.

I guess the rigors of time have changed my heart.

I guess this is all a lie as well.

For many still grace my existence,

And I thank them by continuing this life.

I wish to see my life slip from hands

Just to see who really cares.

 

I have seemingly grown up in the dark,

And what’s pure seems to slip from my grasp.

Now I erupt with unholy fury,

Seeking vengeance on my defiler.

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