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There is an emptiness within me

There is a chill within my heart

There is nothing you can do

     yet forgiveness is a start

This pain is not borne of love or love lost, nay

This pain is borne of something far sinister than they

Never known love, never been truly happy

Never had a loving family

Alone, forgotten and cast quite aside

Is it a wonder my happiness hides?

Misbegotten

There is love in the world, I have seen such

There is hate in the world, I have felt such

There is death in this world, I have witnessed such

There is hypocrisy in this world, I was raised by such

The strength of my soul frays as the winds of this horrid world blow

I am surrounded and yet I am forgotten

An ill fated and odd way to live, nay, survive...

     ...misbegotten.

My Own Doing

I thought I found love

I was most incorrect

I thought I found love again

     much to my regret

Each and every time, the person would never return my emotions

Each and every time, I chose wisely, knowing this

Fully embracing my masochistic safety.

Danger

I am one

I am three

I am not what you need

I betray myself daily

I implore thee

     let me be.

I Forgot

I forgot

I don't recall when

I forgot

And I wish no longer then

Your eyes haunt me, before they sought me out

Your lips caress the curses against my mouth

     and my eyes are in a drought

Never more, I dare say, never more

I refuse to pay with my soul.

Hello, remember me?

Years, it has been years since I have touched this blog page, not a big deal I only have 1 follower and I am unsure he will even read the page.  Anger supported my blogs.  Now a day, poetry.  Let's begin.



Poetry is different, this day and age

Sonnets no more, no one cares in this age

Gone, lost are the romantic vessels

Brush, paint, voice and stage all remain locked in a box-

     tied up, replaced by stencils.