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Here's a groups of poems (The first one is prose) I wrote these in english this morning. Tell me what you think. I don't really care Now I sit here pondering my life and what it has become. I’m nothing more than a specter haunting the hallways, never seen by the one woman that makes life worth living. She’s the reason I breathe, the reason I struggle on. But her problems are my problems. She is my focus where I can set myself before I am overwhelmed by a whirlwind of stress. But she is not there. I can be the one that’s makes her dreams come true, I am the one that cares for her ore than life itself. She is the sun in my existence that chases away my dark demons. But my sun has faded away. I am left in an overcast prison forced to live the life of a monster. A man trapped in his own thoughts looking for away out. The rain beats silently on my roof above I stare at the dark ceiling lost in my own thoughts The bed is as cold as my stone hearts Love has abandoned me Love has hurt me Love has hurt the ones I love From my mouth fly the deadly words of love That tear into hearts, sharper than any dagger My love brings others pain and suffering If I love another I fear I might dig my own grave And stained my hands with my own blood Six feet deep in the cold frosted earth The only thing that understands me is the rain Silent, cold, it hurts who he loves Calm, cool, faithful, the rain is a man like me It cries out there for his love somewhere out there But he will never find her The rain is a silent invisible spirit That wonders the world as I wonder the halls The Mild Man is a Monster From seeing who I am You would assume I am mild man Quiet, calm, strong of heart The one to never break your heart But no one knows the pain inside The pain I try so hard to hide The fact that love means death I’m a monster, not heaven blessed It’s buried deep inside of me Waiting for me to give in To the loathing and the darkness I would be powerless To stop myself if I submit I should quit Living my tortured life Waiting for the chance to die To rid the world of myself For I am nothing else Except a creature hidden deep Waiting for my chance to sleep Forever… |