My Translucent Mind: 2011

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Broken ( Apr. 24, 2011 )

It is your screams that haunt my nightmares.
The ones where I drown in the blood that pours from you heart and you shatter every aspect of love that we once shared.
And now as you rot in hell, you dare to desire what you so viciously took from me.
I can not give what I no longer contain, friend.
Yet the pain in which you undoubtedly left is yours anytime.
For you were once all I used to be.... I hope you can feel the serrated edges of those broken pieces you were so kind to create.
Perhaps then you will understand.

What Was Once ( Aug. 24, 2011 )

The rhythmic movement of your body is what wakes my inner most desires.
Yet it is the beat of your heart that lingers within my subconscious.
For to feel love is everything. Though to loose it , it becomes as empty promise. Still something, yet almost nothing at all.
It slowly devours the soul in which it contains, never again to be mended, shattered into pieces for all eternity.
And though I dream of the pain that you once offered, it is the beauty of what was once, that shall forever be missed.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Lifeless ( June 28, 2011 )

Pain is but a substance, used to forever beat the blood back into my decaying heart.
Slowly and viciously my chest begins to compress against my lungs.
Here I am , no longer one of life, but rather that of a lifeless corpse
Trapped to watch others as their way of humanity mocks me.
There all alone in the darkness, forgotten as if I never existed to begin with.
Then suddenly through my selfish misery, I find a glimpse of light.
It warmth radiates as it offers Nirvana.
Finally I can breathe again.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

I Wish They Knew ( Sometime in 2011) - 2nd Ever Rhyming Poem

I wish they knew the real me.
Someone who can cry and bleed.
I wish they saw something more.
But still the trap me in this horror.
And though I scream and fight and yell,
They keep me in this bubbly shell.
Just to say they disapprove,
Then go around to change their mood.
All I want is for them to know.
That I love myself, yet I am so much mroe.
Then what they seem to want to see.
I guess they'll never know the real me.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Alone ( May 1, 2011 )

Slowly but surely it eats at me.
Like a virus waiting to sink it's teeth into it's host.....

Here I am yet again, with nothing but my thoughts to sustain me.
Oh what horrific thoughts, as all that I once s taunts my every breath.
Though I can not escape, forever I am trapped within my own subconscious.
How did I come to be this broken woman, the one you abandoned?
Even worse, how did I become this broken woman who can't abandon you?