A writer, a dreamer, a lover, an actor
One who wants to be massacred
Fire, fire burning bright
One with whom no one sees, softened from sight.
Light and dark combine as one
No one knows that she is lonesome
Depression covers her behind the mask
But they only see happiness so they don't ask.
Air and fire burn as one
As bright and angry as the burning sun
The moon stands still to shadow her love
She says nothing, she shows no pain
But she keeps feelings inside which drive her insane
She still loves the people, even when they mock her
She wants to hurt some because she knows they hate her.
But she prays so hard and she hopes a lot
That all of them will see what she's got
A broken heart of hope unseen
Wishing they would not have been mean.
Now she's gone and they never said sorry
They're all probably celebrating and having a party
And angel pauses next to her dying body
And walks past the girl that was naughty.
1 comment:
hmmm...the rhythms a bit shaky, and i'm not too hot about the beginning, but it picks up toward the end. some real depth of feeling here, as always, but the form needs some prunning. of course, sometimes you sacrifice raw feeling for contrived and presentable poems, but you ARE displaying them to be read.
aside from that, like i said, the depths are always deep. your speaking out through your writing. seems like your surrounded by hell and desperately want to be accepted or loved. the praying part, in particular, caught my attention. even when you died here, you didn't let up. to live happy, you have to think happy. write something about better thoughts, hopes, dreams. keepp thinking about it. you and the world around you will change
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