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A poem i once wrote... - Xenos - 10-02-2010
A few years back, before knowing the LOO material... Every time I faced struggles, hardships, betrayal and just anger ( all negative energies). I would often write them down to a piece of paper, letting it out to nobody but the paper itself. It helped me tremendously in terms of letting these bad emotions go, allowing for better, much positive emotions to fill my soul
I just wanted to share a poem that resonates deeply with me, a poem written when I was completely devastated by how the people around me used me to their maximum advantage.It is a bit negative, but I did not intend to hurt anyone with it. Please read it as a piece of text, and perhaps share some poems that are similar to mine! I look back now to this poem to just laugh about how stupid I was. Love and light!
Note. there is a swear word in the last stanza, take it as text please!
My life is your stairway
The transition under your feet,
The time consuming steps which drain your energy.
Never in between the
First or the second floor,
Always in the middle of everything.
I’m just a nuisance to you.
Everybody steps over me,
Seems like they don’t want to,
But they have to,
To go to the next floor.
I’m a stairway
Not too steep
Nor too long
Riddled with safe guard rails
To prevent you from falling.
But no one ever decides to hold on to these rails.
Step, jump, pound, run
Hurry, off to your next destination!
I’ll always be there for you
Ready to endure your pulverizing feet.
Don’t run too fast
You’ll fall over me.
Don’t walk too slow,
You’ll get sick of me.
I’m the one to blame for your injuries.
I hope one day
To have a person
Rest upon these steps,
Which tire your feet.
All I want is your love,
10 seconds of your attention
Please, count how many steps I have
Towards your destination.
Proceed to walk over me
But be gentle
I’ve known you all for so long
It’s obvious just by the pace of your movement.
Approaching your last steps
Just turn around once
And look to see how
This staircase has helped you.
Remember once
That there is no f***ing
Second, third or fourth floor
Without this staircase
Blocking your way.
Please proceed to your next floor, using an elevator.
RE: A poem i once wrote... - @ndy - 10-02-2010
Thank you for sharing Xenos. It reminds me how hard life can be when you feel alone. x
I write alot like that too.
I have a similar poem I'll share from a down time in my younger life, it's really intreasting to look back on now and see how I was seeing a reflection of me then. Like you I found expressing things on paper helped me let go of them
The seed.
Strip me, Rape me,
See me standing there.
Standing tall, standing bare,
regard me without care.
You walk, you watch
each mask you meet
with similar glancing eye
your mind is in oblivion
your life simply a lie.
My gaze upon your faces,
greets similar everywhere,
reinforcing the conformity,
by your cold collective stare.
So Afraid Alone I brace myself,
you leave me standing bare.
Though stripped and hurt,
No grudge I'll hold,
It's not my chosen way,
with regrets discarded
and a lesson learnt
I can still live for the day.
My souls exposed,
My mind is weak,
You've taken all you need,
Again I'll grasp my strength and will,
To hold and grow like seed.
On what you've left,
I'll build again,
An image which you'll see.
For you'll never know,
And you just can't see.
The growing part,
The changing spell,
The yearning learning me.
RE: A poem i once wrote... - Brittany - 10-02-2010
Hey, Xenos. I know just how you feel about letting negative energies out on paper. I've got quite a few poems and short stories that I've written in times of anger and hurt that most people would probably find disturbing to read, but they helped me from being consumed by the emotion. I've got poems all over this website...just look up my posts if you want to read some. :-)
Both poems convey a lot of emotion, guys...very nice, even if they do reflect sorrow.
RE: A poem i once wrote... - Gribbons - 10-02-2010
I know how you feel, man. I just wrote this poem a couple days ago after being sent home from London where I left all my friends. I plan on narrating it over some video I want to shoot, and put it in youtube.
In medias res
Starting in the middle of things
Where one story begins
Another naturally ends
Summer leaves do not weep when it's time for the fall
For autumn's fair, telling other life to prepare
Take our wood, gather our nuts, burrow deep within your walls
The sin be not in our taking, but without warning, you will stall,
And reckon with the mighty will of winter, and its cause to undo
The beauty that once stood tall, reluctant, defiant you.
In medias res
We are always in the middle
Metaphysical and in numbers
Take the space of one and two
Infinity lies in the queue
A string of one point one, one point two...
The pattern persists even when reduced
One point zero one, one point zero two, three and four
Endless possibilities available to explore
Take it one step further and there's a new world in cipher
Dependent on point zero one and two is point zero one one,
zero one two, one three, one four, five, and six,
Without these in-between, nothing would exist.
Everything is connected, all is interdependent.
The only illusion is the false conclusion that
death swallows whole, both memory and soul.
In medias res
We are never alone
Life is no matrix
But one made of love
Science tries to explain it
But it lies within the spirit
To them love is bio-chemically no different
Than large quantities of chocolate
There is no power greater
Than faith in the unknown
We're thrown into the world without choice, it seems,
But remember, we're here to remember!
That from the ether we've returned into the world so tender
Only to be hardened by fear and winter
But to stick together and learn from nature
We'll become even greater and live in harmony
Unconditionally without surrender.