A cry for help trapped inside my broken heart
Tears on my face, I ran blindly through the dark
The lonely rain fell, and I shivered from the cold
With little but hope to warm my frozen soul.
Desperate and alone, my pain consumed me
And, no longer able to tell darkness from light
I hid, shrouded in my hurt, behind a painted smile
With little but hope to keep me somewhat sane.
But you saved me from my self-inflicted demise
Drowning in the depths of my own tortured soul
Caught in a vicious cycle of lies and self-love
With little but hope to bring me back.
The angels raise their song
And Heaven's voice grows stronger
You are the chorus within me.
So take my hand and break my borders
Resurrect me from the deepest, blackest Hell
This lifeless soul is yours, as are these tears
Which are of deepest passion, not of sorrow.
So lead me from the bowels of this black, black earth
And lead me from this place to my tunnel's end
Hold me tightly to your side and lead me there
Never let go, do not let me stray from the light again.
I am yours forever, as long as you love me
Just promise me that your hand, in turn, is mine
And, even if I drift further from you
I will never be too far gone for you to bring me back.
Your light is my torch in the dark
Your arms are the fortress in which I find my strength
And your voice, the passion that fuels my fire
You are my gospel, my Heaven's song, forever...
Author notes
Immortal Obscurity
*I wrote this poem specifically for the Residence Coffeehouse at Carleton University, and for a very special person in my life. I would like to dedicate this poem, once again, to my boyfriend, Devin, who is my light in dark places, when all other lights have gone out.
Written October 30th, 2005
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This poem was written over a year ago, for my first love. He was someone I had thought to be very special, but my heart only betrayed me in the end.
I have been with someone new for a while now, but I came across this when I was looking for a poem to enter here, and I still think it's beautiful. It still means a lot to me, because it reflects the purity of what I felt within my heart, the beauty of whatever it was we shared for the short time he was a part of my life.
Devin, you showed me what it meant to love without condition, and that everything happens for a reason.
Travis, you mean more to me than anything else in this world, and a thousand people couldn't take your place in my heart.
So, this is dedicated to two people: The one I love, and the one who showed me how.
Thank you both.
In a list
A contest entry
- Weave for me the intensely unique wonders of your first Love. by artis.
475 points, ended May 1, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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To delve again into Devin, to remember all the beauty that was formed in the suction of a kiss, in the weaving of fingertips, the pulling of your soul from the shadows, shows the true gift that was granted by this first love. They are fragile, first loves
Not too many of them last forever, they are the opening chapters in a long volume of blissful stories. But they are the first inspiration between two authors collaborating into the mystic realms of passion unfolding. We must always cherish such places in time, for they are few and far between, and will burn briefly in our minds even as we die. Excellent portrayal of a first love. Best wishes to you as you traverse on wth Travis. Thanks for you entry.~~Artis -
wow I loved this because I think a lot of people can relate to how you worded this poem GREAT write keep it up
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This makes me feel so very sad. I loved the descriptiveness of this. I feel so sorry for you for having to feel this way, with the pain and stuff. It's not fair, I've been there sweetie.
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Very nice, very descriptive, i love it, you have great talent for writing, thank you for entering.
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Awww, this is lovely. Since you read my poem "My Reason" and mentioned that it reminded you of a couple poems you wrote yourself, I just had to come check them out. Love is beautiful.
My favorite lines from this piece are
"I hid, shrouded in my hurt, behind a painted smile"
And
"Your arms are the fortress in which I find my strength"
Excellent!
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brilliant!
With little but hope--i like the repetition of this and the dedication. i like the fact you could have hope in the worst of times. the imagery is amazing in this piece. the flow is perfect. not a foot wrong. just blew me away. made me want it to keep going!!!
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Dang. No more words. Wow is right. Lol. it's a good poem. I loved reading it. Pure hope and happiness while you're in love. make sure not to get hurt though. Enjoy valentines day
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wow.
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