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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 27, 2010 11:45:09 GMT -5
"guilty" ~Marquis~ I cant believe i let myself get into this mess oh and lucky me i cant even confess im guilty beyond all reasonable doubt not that anyone could figure that out Ill just put on a mask and be another me just hide away the girl i was supposed to be im growing up fast and its been a tough trip but that doesnt mean that ill ever admit admit my crimes, my mistakes, my beliefs and as long as i continue there'll be no relief the wicked shall have no peace, aint that a fact and while were talking im going behind your back lying to your face, but youll never see and though you dont know it trust me im guilty though thats the end i cant stop now i knew i was gonna fail somehow though my mouths shut my eyes are screamin my heads telling me theres nothing left to believe in my hearts telling me i have to go on but something always seems to go wrong ive no choice left, no one to rely on and so im saying let by gones be bygones i cant leave it there, though i know that i should so im begging, please, tell me whats good is there anyhting left to save me from myself cause i cant seem to trust anyone else I found my prince charming but i pushed him away there were no words left for me to say hes still with me but only in love god please, i need help from above im doing time fro these crimes only problem is theyre not mine so ill admit just between you and me you may not see it, but trust me, im guilty
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 27, 2010 14:45:54 GMT -5
Alone ~Marquis~
Alone in my corner Alone in my room Reading my book Alone in the gloom Walking with them Characters from my book Like Moses Or pedegrin took Im happy there Away from my home A place where I Am not alone
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 27, 2010 14:49:16 GMT -5
(Brand new, made up just now... and it is kinda depressing... then again, most of my poetry is...) How Is This ~Marquis~
How is this home When I do not belong How is this love My heart has no song How is this life When I have no direction How is this me That I see in the reflection
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 27, 2011 11:55:41 GMT -5
Do you remember? ~Marquis~
Do you remember I cant forget What did you feel I was upset Did you cry I couldnt stop Did you see I watched it drop Do you remember I know you do What did you feel Cause I felt it too
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Jan 27, 2011 12:04:03 GMT -5
Silent Screams A short story by ~Marquis~ (I wrote this a few years back, but felt like going on a nestalgic splurge today)
My eyes are clenched shut. I scream.
No sound escapres my lips. Im trapped. Chains slither around my wrists, entangling me. Im still screaming. The beast is getting closer, so close that I can smell his dizzying breath, the stench of rotting flesh clings to it's gaping maw. It's gleaming, knife-like teeth horrifies me. I scream harder. Still no sound.
Suddenly I sit up.
Clenching my blanket, I can feel the aftershock of my dream. My throat is sore, my wrists seem red. It is only my mind playing tricks on me. I stare at my window, imagining a soft whisper, a whisper begging me to return to my tortured sleep. But sleep is not safe, in my sleep I can die, and I have died in dreams before. And death is not pleasant, not for me, not when it is repeated, not when I can truly feel it stealing my breath. Death is never pleasant.
I slowly creep out of my bed. I keep my eyes screwed shut so that I dont have to see the shadows that could devour me. I know that they aren't real, but I am still afraid.
Inching my way across the room, not once opening my eyes, using my memory and senses to navigate the way to the light switch and my sanctuary. I flick on the lights and jump into the corner.
Landing on a bean bag, my cozy little sanctuary. I read for one fo the books piled next to me. Finally having reached a peaceful state of mind. As my eyes scan the pages, the words start swirling. I fall back asleep, curled up in my niche, the book having fallen out of my hand.
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