If Your Heart Were Really Broken
If your heart were really broken
You wouldn't be alive
Snuffed out like a candle
Silencing your cries
If your heart were really broken
You would be a zombie now
Slow like cooling wax
Smothering your cries
If your heart were really broken
You wouldn't ogle yet
Drifting 'round like smoke
Forgetting how you cried
If your heart were really broken
You'd still think he's perfect
Enchanted by his flame
Burning away your cries
If your heart were really broken
I wouldn't waste my time
Making candle metaphors
That drown in the din of your cries
Okay, so I dunno why this came to my head, but it did... I like my use of candle metaphors, though!
And now for a lovely piece called "Angry Letters."
Angry Letters
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you aren't sure how you should start
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you don't know who you're angry at
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you're too scared to put your thoughts down on paper
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you don't think it would help at all
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you don't want anyone to see you write it
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you can't think of what to say
Do you ever want to write an angry letter
But you're worried that someone might read it
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And you ripped it into millions of pieces
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And you spilled your heart onto the page
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And you dropped it in the fire and watched as it burned
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And you finished it without interruption
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And afterwords you felt lighter somehow
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And let a close friend read it
Imagine you wrote that angry letter
And figured out how to solve those problems
What if you could dream again
What if you could think again
What if you could smile again
What if you could laugh again
What if you felt happy again
What if you let yourself cry again
What if everything turned out okay
Uhm... I guess I was upset over something when I wrote this. I mean...maybe I wasn't, but I bet I was. I don't remember what I was upset about, but I think it might have been something akin to wanting to yell at someone but not being able to? That's why people write angry letters, right?
Now we have...oh, uhm, "The Whip."
The Whip
Mumbling
Moaning
Grunting
Groaning
Shrieking
Screaming
Through the air
Singing
Down with a crack
Across a dead man's back
Touching
Feeling
Living
Breathing
Lying
Cheating
Down the road
Fleeing
Caught; another crack
Across a dead man's back
Walking
Running
Calling
Coming
Hearing
Seeing
Cannot bear it
Leaving
Begging for a crack
Across a dead man's back
Winning
Boasting
Playing
Roasting
Waiting
Keeping
Loosing all
Weeping
Here's the next crack
Across a dead man's back
Hoping
Trusting
Leading
Crushing
Crying
Breaking
Hateful dreams
Replacing
The burning crack
Across a dead man's back
Dying
Failing
Wondering
Scaring
Nothing
Nothing
Absolutely
Nothing
Escapes from the crack
Across a dead man's back
Yeesh. I really hope no one thinks I need help or I'm depressed or anything because I swear I'm not, I just like to write depressing poetry in the middle of the night when I'm plagued with some negative emotion and I can't sleep?
"The Game," up next.
The Game
Bet your life
Take the dice
Come and play the game
If you win you loose
If you loose you die
Come and play the game
There are no friends
There is no help
Just cold determination
To stay alive
Shifting eyes
Nobody wants to loose
Pointing fingers
Here you go
You won and so you lost
You lost the game
If you loose you die
Come and play the game
No comment.
Okay, last one. I will refrain from posting the used-to-be-songs because those were from like sixth grade and do not need to be shared because they were from sixth grade and are undoubtedly awful. So, without further ado, "Opposites."
Opposites
Lace and leather
Bows and knots
You remember
I forgot
Snow and summer
Cold and hot
You like neon
I do not
Black and white
Night and day
You are social
I shy away
Life and death
Work and play
You like the outdoors
Inside I stay
Lace and leather
Bows and knots
You remember
I forgot
HOORAY! SOMETHING THAT WASN'T EITHER DEPRESSING OR ANGSTY!
So I don't know what anyone reading this can take away from this. That I apparently have depressing/angsty writing sessions that produce these lovely rhymes. At least I don't keep all that bottled up, right? Right?
...So all that negative poetry is a good thing, right?
Just a disclaimer: All relation to other poetry you may have read is purely coincidental as this all came out via word-vomit in about fifteen minutes each. Spurred on by some deep well of negative emotion, apparently.
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