Sick of the unending facade of smiles, the extensive illusion of love
tired of bearing false witness by guile, and with sorrow my eyes seek above.
Gone are the days when I once felt naive, yesterday is a broken promise
I live in a darkness I cannot perceive, security a lost, stolen premise.
My past, a leaf on a river of dreams, drifts gently along with the flow
Misty moonlight upon the water beams, and the current steals all that I know.
What once was could have been in my future, a future that now lurks in the mirror
all of the things that my memories were are now monsters that laugh, mock and leer
Lost happiness swathed in shadows of time; the happiness that should always be
my fears and thoughts are worth less than a dime, I'm sinking deeper than they can see.
Cold, relentless waves wore me down and with each I felt my strength fade
Deep in the water I strained for a sound, and fell victim to sirens that bade.
The light, degenerated, leaves disease; like shattered glass, souls fragment on sight
the terror has been long ignored with ease; selfishness smokes, then burns like a blight
Reflected thoughts are water down the drain, hope is an old worn out optimist
Despair, disparate as tears in the rain; 'heal' just another word on the list
Author notes
Ok, this one is about my dad and the divorce... sort of my way with struggling with my depression on the subject, and I think it turned up rather well. It made me feel better afterwards, anyway!
*Rules Suck!*
A contest entry
- Give me what you got...2 by Luckintheshadows.
1000 points, ended June 20, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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=) i want you to write more.. i dont care what it sounds like. treat it like a journal, not a presentation.. this is good.. all of them are, you show your vocabulary and you write in a very refined way.. thats always good.. make me a gift and just throw a bunch raw emotion at me.. your warder begs it.
btw, if you dont already have the new book that just came out i can send you the ebook or audio book i think
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And that's all that counts at the end of the day...the emotional release that writing can give you. Divorce is hard, I know, having been through it myself with my parents...
Your imagery is truly wonderful...there's a kind of mellow energy that comes from this poem in waves, there's sadness here, and some anger I think, on the whole, an extremely heart felt poem.
Thanks for sharing this, and for entering my contest,
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I like it. But I guess I like all of your work. I'd name it something about memories and past. Thats what it mostly seems to be about... name it "A broken memory" or "The Seen Past" something like that... you should read some of my work... but alas, you're never online.
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I'm online now!! I'll check it out... and i like the names... how about... erm... how about we just shorten it to 'broken memories'.. or... um... hmm.
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I don't have any comments so I'll write my own. Look, I gave myself three smileys!
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