Dark Poetry #4 |
A HOUSE OF SHATTERED GLASS |
Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
Thou shalt not sin in a house of glass For fear that the sinless wait outside with hands full of rocks Waiting to judge To kill with a clear heart Murdering a murderer is not murder Killing the killer Silencing the voice of sorrow The grip of shame Caught in the middle of nothing at all Forever trying to justify the actions you never made A house of shattered glass lay strewn for all to see Littering the path it slices tender feet Cutting to the bone Each step leaves the blood soaked testament to innocents lost A testament to darkness embraced Staring at the pieces you look upon the reflection of a stranger No one knows you now Least of all yourself Cold nights in the darkness Listening to the howling somewhere in the distance Listening to the crying somewhere in yourself Catching the echoing sobs of your lost life As they race away down darkened hallways Your shattered house of glass You thought it so strong that none could destroy the foundations Half right you stand knowing in the scattered remnants of a life long gone Blood dried and carried by the innocent winds you come to understand None could falter the foundations of the home you had created Solid they stood against each coming storm Solid they stood with every howling rage Weak they became When you did Crumble did they When you did Lost are they now As you are Rain comes drowning your world Watching as water fills the vacant foundation As empty as your soul Watching you see you life dragged away by the pull of time as it screams through the cascading waters Crying, your tears mix with the rain and race from your cold cheek Diving into pools of oblivion As your tired soul cries forever wishing to join them Embrace the darkness End the suffering Embrace the knowledge Cease the ignorant ranting Embrace death Embrace life Wake this morn and understand Wake this morn and realize Your house of glass still stands As wicked thoughts scurry through your mind Your life still is You are the foundation Be it as you wish for your vision to become reality I see the cracks already starting to form Time waits patiently for your stupidity to rear its ugly head As sadly it shall Vision will become reality Reality shall become darkness Darkness That never-ending pain in your chest shall become As the shattered victims are washed away by time Leaving not a memory of whom you once were Or what you might have been Leaving only victims in your ignorant wake A distant thought you became A word spoken with venom from placid tongue A photo with a missing piece So sad as love still remains regardless the actions No longer spoken aloud you join the chorus of prayer A fallen soul forever lost Some would say a fallen Angel Most wouldn’t Your last moments revealed to the world You wait as the rain on the roof beats with a steady mantra Last thoughts are only pity for yourself Selfish to the end Then you are gone And no one mourns your passing Not even she who forced you into this world once word was sent A silent tear was shed A silent tear slipping down a heartbroken cheek A single tear spilled for your passing Such a shame It was your own |
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Abbeon Member
since 2006-11-30
Posts 228Curiousity, and wonder |
An amazing poem. I am beginning to believe that you are a writer who knows how to write true dark poetry. That also has an amazing meaning and feel I can get lost in your words. I once again am amazed. Abbeon. The world behind these thoughtful eyes, caution may seem crazy. |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
Thank you very much Abbeon. I'm glad you liked it. I sometimes get a little worried that the reader will get too lost within my mind. Thank you once again. |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
there is no getting lost in your mind... you are an amazing writer. every poem i've read from you is always good. Krysti |
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Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
I usually get bored with lengthy poems, but yours was different. You should be proud of the skil you have as a writer. Good luck "One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came" |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
Thanks guys. I'm one of those sad gits that has doubts about whether or not I'm good at writing poetry. Your words mean a lot. Just remember if i post crap tell me. :-) |
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Tears-of-Sanity Member
since 2007-09-05
Posts 121Kingdom Hearts |
That was cool and touchy. I like the part about killing the killer Thank you for sharing, and I doubt that you'd ever write (CRAP)!! Tears of Sanity~ |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
Thank you for reading... it's a sad quality that I unfortunately am cursed with... self doubt, I'm climbing out of the Abyss but it's a long way up sometimes. |
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Angel101¢¾! Junior Member
since 2007-10-21
Posts 48Lost in pain |
An ok poem! |
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Verg Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 52Colorado |
WOW I got lost i was like in my own world, or in your own world digging inside of your head trying to find my own way out. You are an amazing writer.ML |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
I thank you both very much. |
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Verg Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 52Colorado |
I do encourage critiques so go back and tell me what you think. |
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Verg Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 52Colorado |
I fixed it I even changed the name so plz tell me what you think. |
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Verg Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 52Colorado |
I love this poem, you are one of my favorite poets. It cuts so deep into me. |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
Thanks Verg. I posted a reply to your poem. |
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Verg Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 52Colorado |
your poem SITTING ON THE ROOF haas a lot of depth so much I couldn't take it all in but that of which i did take in cut deep, too deep. I love to think so poems like this make me think. ML |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
SITTING ON THE ROOF is one of my more favorite poems. I think one of the reasons was that I sat on a roof when I wrote it, it stuck with me. |
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