Post by Nex Morsus on Jan 4, 2010 11:26:23 GMT -5
Well. I don't do this often, and by often I mean ever, but I'm going to start posting up some of my other creative stuff. Poetry, a short story or two, etc. First I have to get a lot of it typed up though, so for now I leave you with something I wrote as a sophomore in high school. Fair warning, a lot of my poetry was written back when I didn't know I had depression and had a tendency to let it get out of control. So if this stuff sounds emo...well it pretty much is.
Departure
So dreams are crushed,
As a face is blushed.
Never again a place of joy.
Words that sting,
Echo and ring,
Tearing away at the human toy.
Passions unfulfilled,
Beaten down and killed,
Lay out of tune and out of mind.
Lied out on a page,
Poor insane ones rage,
Forever hidden, kept inside.
Trample, rise, trample.
The pain is never ample
To keep the phoenix down to ash.
Burn and die.
Arise and fly.
Against the barrier clash.
Too inept for love to grace.
Too eccentric, too out of place.
Abandoned, forlorn, derelict and forsaken.
Never take the vengeance
Replace instead with penance.
Pay their price for the life that was taken.
Close our eyes.
Their singing their lies
A hand falls against a cold heart.
Searching for the one that is clued
We want more than verisimilitude
With that one, we wish to depart.
Departure
So dreams are crushed,
As a face is blushed.
Never again a place of joy.
Words that sting,
Echo and ring,
Tearing away at the human toy.
Passions unfulfilled,
Beaten down and killed,
Lay out of tune and out of mind.
Lied out on a page,
Poor insane ones rage,
Forever hidden, kept inside.
Trample, rise, trample.
The pain is never ample
To keep the phoenix down to ash.
Burn and die.
Arise and fly.
Against the barrier clash.
Too inept for love to grace.
Too eccentric, too out of place.
Abandoned, forlorn, derelict and forsaken.
Never take the vengeance
Replace instead with penance.
Pay their price for the life that was taken.
Close our eyes.
Their singing their lies
A hand falls against a cold heart.
Searching for the one that is clued
We want more than verisimilitude
With that one, we wish to depart.