Collection of Old Poetry

by Raina Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:59 pm

Some Relatively Old Poems of mine. I'd like to say I've improved since this collection, but the truth is I'll never be sure. I hope you find them enjoyable.
Carnal

Dark hair, gently, sliding through the fingers of dominance.
She fights the feelings of hesitation and fear
“Freedom From Fear” she repeats, swallowing a lump of insecurity
if only such words applied to her, here.

The mantra is useless in her voice
Nothing can stop the beast once it has targeted a victim
She is the prey, under his now unbreakable glance of hunger
She fears for many things – but it is mostly the fear of herself.

She can’t control her most carnal emotions.
The Animal Instinct is clear and present danger.
Losing this will be painful, but almost instananeous.
She feels so many things; love, hurt, fear, and anger.

What goes on inside the mind of the crazy?
When thought and logic become twisted with rage
Shear confusion makes the body obidient.
Like a slave, she is living in a chain-filled cage.

M O N S T E R
inside of Me is a new life
grOwing everyday.
It becomes stroNger everytime
my mind’s conSumed with rage.
one day iT will break free
thEn blindly run about
smashing, buRning, destroying
“TO HELL!” it will shout.

Two

The number I hate the most
More then all the other numbers that exist
Is the number two, because
If I can only take one, then the other I have missed.

What road do I chose to travel?
The familiar, but still unsure?
Or the road covered, dense with fog
That has no present or future.

Two roads, two diverging paths
Who – What, do I chose?
How can I tell, for,
I either win or I lose?

BLAME

Maybe its gender-biased to say
That I can't stand it when you treat me this way
I’m like Catullus, I can’t decide,
What I hate and I love, I don’t know my own mind.

Sometimes it kills me to meditate
All I end up doing is piling up rage
I want to be freed of this, I need to escape
I’m here with my greatest fears, locked in a cage.

I never ever want to be
Alone, But the two of you
are tearing me apart
Kill me now Because I can’t
stand the way I’m thinking and
I blame it on my heart.

by serenitypixie Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:39 pm

I love them all!!!

Collection of Old Poetry

Collection of Old Poetry

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