Dark Poetry #4 |
A Lover's Lament [Explicit] |
ChristopherAllen New Member
since 2004-04-12
Posts 2Central MN |
Hello everyone, I'm a member of the JPF music community and I originally posted this in their lyric forums to see if it inspired anyone to turn it into a song. Well, someone who calls themself Redwriter1 suggested I come over here and see what you all thought. So here I am This was written as I was pondering a lost love over a few drinks. I've needed to tell someone, But there's no one to hear I've carried this weight, this world of regret, and can carry it no more. So tired. I live with regret, I hope to grow, Sorrow instead, Pity and regret my only companions I care not for pity, but the weight grows ever more. I see you everywhere, In the eyes of our feline, In the lanes where your hand used to touch mine Faces in the water, Cold in the rain, Candles burning Increase the pain. I've tried. I've stressed, Am stressed, There is no solace Tomorrow's a new day, but it brings the same. The drink The weed My only friends now. Friends at once consoling and ruling my life Seems they've always ruled me. Ruled us. So tired. If only I could be rid of them, Maybe we would've lasted. Maybe means no, but maybe... Alas the time has passed I've lost, Worse, I'm losing The hole deepens as the weight grows, Tearing, biting, clawing I don't know what to do So tired It wasn't always like this I was strong once. But my strength is forfeit And I know not why I don't know what to do So tired Surely this isn't fair to you. You beautiful, warm, full of life deserve better Could that be it Am I not worthy. Not worthy until I shed my friends of old Not worthy until I grow up But the time has passed. It is too late. You've found another. The blame is mine. I know I've lost but still the weight grows. wearing my tired bones. Threatening to break. So tired I crave forgiveness Tho I do no deserve it. I crave love, tho I have not earned it. What can I do But hope to grow. Yet growth never comes Tomorrow's a new day But it brings the same Changes made but not for me. Why do my mistakes haunt me? I don't know what to do. So Tired I ask forgiveness of you. A second chance? A little help? Did you forget yet? I made it easy. My spirit protests. My friends tell it to shut up I can change. I can grow. I could just do it better with you Things were better with you. Life was better What is your magic? What is you secret? I don't know. So tired. I don't know what to do. "Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?" -George Moore [url=http://www.soundclick.com/christopherallen]My Orignal [This message has been edited by Masked Intruder (04-12-2004 01:41 PM).] |
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UnsilencedWords666 Member
since 2003-11-19
Posts 63Broken Memories & Falling Tears |
I just all around found this to be really good...I am extremely impressed that you wrote that over a few drinks...but they say the best writings come when you least expect them...anywho-amzing and deep sorry I ahve musical advice for you but best wishes... *~*nessa bear*~* You can’t choose who you are Only what you will be Why can't you choose To let me be me...*~*Nessa Bear*~* |
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ChristopherAllen New Member
since 2004-04-12
Posts 2Central MN |
Heh, thats okay. I'm not looking for more musical advice. Just trying my hand at this poetry thing. I'm glad you liked it. "Reality can destroy the dream; |
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aussie teen Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 396Australia |
this is amazing..... its nice to see someone new on the site..... the emotion is so strong and the way you have written down you emotions is excelent.... i find after ive had a couple drinks the poetry flows so much easier than when im trying to write something down.... keep up the writing i would love to read the original. if you could send the uncensored version that would be xcelent..... my email is [email protected] always Mel so this is me but what do you care about that???? |
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