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I'm broken.
Defeated.
I've got nothing left.
I tried so hard to make you understand.
I tried so hard to forgive you,
to take your lies and make them truth.
Or was it really truth, and I made it lies?
I don't know anymore - I can't care anymore.
To care any longer would just mean more pain.
Why do you reject me?
Do you hate me?
Is my presence so terribly horrid?
Why do you avoid me?
Do I remind you too much of the
Son you lost to cancer?
Why don't you love me?
Have I caused you so much grief?
Then why do you cause grief in me?
Why did you kill me?
Did you want to erase every last bit
of Andrew's existence from this world?
I tried to keep in touch.
You ignored me.
I tried to keep you in my life.
You ran even farther from me.
I tried to continue loving you.
You made me feel despised.
My soul has been ripped in two,
And the part that I clung to so tightly
Has been shattered and trampled upon.
The smallest, most hidden part of my heart,
Yet the most vital to me, has been ripped
From my chest and mercilesly destroyed.
Can you see them?
My tears, which stain not only this paper,
But the legacy of my Father?
Can you hear them?
My silent sobs through the night, which cannot
Be soothed, even by my Mother's loving words.
Can you feel it?
My heart-wrenching longing for the only part of
my Father that is still alive, yet has been denied me?
Can you taste it?
My despair, that my Father's family would deny me,
Which makes it feel like I am denied by my own Father?
Can you smell it?
The stench of resentment, boiling within me,
Waiting for a chance to turn into rage?
Can you possibly understand what you
Have done to me, and done so casually?
I want to forgive you, I want to love you again,
But how can that happen when the desire to
Love and be loved by the other party
Is completely one-sided?
I want to remember my Father, but when I do,
I remember you, and the pain returns in full.
And so I am forced to stop thinking of him,
Hoping I won't forget him.
Congratulations, Steven.
You've graduated from childhood
Into adulthood.
And guess what? Life's a bitch.
Defeated.
I've got nothing left.
I tried so hard to make you understand.
I tried so hard to forgive you,
to take your lies and make them truth.
Or was it really truth, and I made it lies?
I don't know anymore - I can't care anymore.
To care any longer would just mean more pain.
Why do you reject me?
Do you hate me?
Is my presence so terribly horrid?
Why do you avoid me?
Do I remind you too much of the
Son you lost to cancer?
Why don't you love me?
Have I caused you so much grief?
Then why do you cause grief in me?
Why did you kill me?
Did you want to erase every last bit
of Andrew's existence from this world?
I tried to keep in touch.
You ignored me.
I tried to keep you in my life.
You ran even farther from me.
I tried to continue loving you.
You made me feel despised.
My soul has been ripped in two,
And the part that I clung to so tightly
Has been shattered and trampled upon.
The smallest, most hidden part of my heart,
Yet the most vital to me, has been ripped
From my chest and mercilesly destroyed.
Can you see them?
My tears, which stain not only this paper,
But the legacy of my Father?
Can you hear them?
My silent sobs through the night, which cannot
Be soothed, even by my Mother's loving words.
Can you feel it?
My heart-wrenching longing for the only part of
my Father that is still alive, yet has been denied me?
Can you taste it?
My despair, that my Father's family would deny me,
Which makes it feel like I am denied by my own Father?
Can you smell it?
The stench of resentment, boiling within me,
Waiting for a chance to turn into rage?
Can you possibly understand what you
Have done to me, and done so casually?
I want to forgive you, I want to love you again,
But how can that happen when the desire to
Love and be loved by the other party
Is completely one-sided?
I want to remember my Father, but when I do,
I remember you, and the pain returns in full.
And so I am forced to stop thinking of him,
Hoping I won't forget him.
Congratulations, Steven.
You've graduated from childhood
Into adulthood.
And guess what? Life's a bitch.
Literature
Dance into Madness
Every moment we are alive,
Has in it the seeds of our own demise
We seek to bury who we are,
And when we are discovered, we act surprised
We blame others for our passions,
Passions which we seek to deny,
And when confronted with the truth,
We use any excuse as an alibi
Life is a painted tapestry,
Of pictures, emotions, and words
Sadly there are so many,
Who use all of them as a scourge
We dance into madness,
With every dark design and dark deed
So many of us simply do not care,
About all those whom we make bleed
We waste our time and lives,
So caught up in what we perceive,
When suddenly without warning,
We are no longer believed
Thankfu
Literature
leaving.
1.
when you're leaving the puddles are all
oceans.
2.
you close your eyes tight and you're nine
I'm nine I'm nine I'm making a memory. when
you're leaving
you can hardly stand it and the sky
is never empty enough.
3.
there are birds.
4.
when you're leaving
you're asking yourself questions
like do you love that bird and
what does it mean, what does
any of it mean, and if you don't know,
that's why you're leaving.
5.
(what does it mean.
what does any of it mean?)
6.
you're leaving
because the winters aren't cold enough
and you're leaving because
you'd rather be lonely than alive. that's
the god-damned fucking truth.
Literature
Masquerade
Enter in the masquerade
And let your senses be betrayed
Let it swell from deep inside
And give in to your darker side
Let it soak into your skin,
Let it pull you, take you in.
Like a lover's sweet caress,
There one moment, gone the next.
Let all your inhibitions fly,
And if it hurts you, please don't cry.
For we've no room for sorrows here,
And heat will soon replace your fear.
Hold close this madness, and this dark.
Feel inside you, there's a spark.
Ignite it! Set your soul afire,
This ancient want, this strong desire.
In this place where lies are sold,
There is more truth than you can hold.
So let it take you, spin and dan
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This was written on June 8, 2007.
I wrote this in a state of dismay, when I found out my grandma (my dad's mom) wasn't coming to my HS graduation open house, despite the fact she had promised me she would, and I gave her 5 months notice ahead of time. I felt betrayed and abandoned. This mainly stems from the fact that my dad's side of my family doesn't even try to keep in touch with us, other than my Aunt Joy (my dad's sister, whom I love to death), and when we try to get in touch with them, we get little if any response.
Oh, and a little more back story - my father lost the battle with cancer in 1991, when I was 3 years old, and my younger brother was only 7 months. I don't think my family ever really recovered from that, which is part of what I'm trying to say in this poem.
I miss my family on my dad's side, and I want to see them, but it's hard to talk to someone who you haven't seen in X number of years (I don't even know how long it's been anymore).
Anyway, despite the sad back story to this poem, I'm extremely pleased with it, and I like the way it turned out. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.
I wrote this in a state of dismay, when I found out my grandma (my dad's mom) wasn't coming to my HS graduation open house, despite the fact she had promised me she would, and I gave her 5 months notice ahead of time. I felt betrayed and abandoned. This mainly stems from the fact that my dad's side of my family doesn't even try to keep in touch with us, other than my Aunt Joy (my dad's sister, whom I love to death), and when we try to get in touch with them, we get little if any response.
Oh, and a little more back story - my father lost the battle with cancer in 1991, when I was 3 years old, and my younger brother was only 7 months. I don't think my family ever really recovered from that, which is part of what I'm trying to say in this poem.
I miss my family on my dad's side, and I want to see them, but it's hard to talk to someone who you haven't seen in X number of years (I don't even know how long it's been anymore).
Anyway, despite the sad back story to this poem, I'm extremely pleased with it, and I like the way it turned out. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.
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great lyrics, Steven. but i think you had to go through deep pain to wrote this...
P.S. And i'm so sorry, i wrote your name incorrectly in my previous comment. i hope it wouldn't offend you much.
P.S. And i'm so sorry, i wrote your name incorrectly in my previous comment. i hope it wouldn't offend you much.