Dyrwen
04-02-2004, 02:07 AM
Working on posting a little more around here, but reading my poems each day after day would get a little redundant, I like to let my feeling or mood at least change before posting another one. Anyways, comments or questions are appreciated and understandable.
*Tip: Maximize your window if you hadn't already, long lines in here, not sure if they'll appear line-by-line lest you have 1024x720 or so resolution. Tend to write long..
Broken Together in Empathy
Like a blind man walking in the dark, you lead me forward,
together we move and hope to find a path that shines enough light on my eyes,
so that I might find a way to see the love I feel for you before I die.
One can only hope because I cannot see the passion you have,
not with these eyes, they're barren to the touch,
desireless through confusion, tears matched with delusions.
Unwinding my heart around the strings of my noose,
pulling it tightly to stop myself from seeing that truth.
The doubt of it all, questioning my motives and wondering my methods.
Is it all just another phase, another chemical imbalance we can see fade?
Or am I just dead? Collapsed from within and in need of nothing,
because I lack all that ambition that leads us to something.
A failure to cares in your loving grace,
held forever so blindly to hope to erase.
All that I thought I had tried to do for you,
it was only effort and still is now.
Trying through stresses and tensions so obsessed,
completely out of breath at all the work this redemption of feelings has brought,
unable to change my mind because I've no life left to second guess.
Please let me perish as I do not deserve your love,
you need me inside and I to you,
but I've no way to show it and that cold reality does no soothe.
There is an eerie attempt at understanding and solutions I seek,
knowing I want your happiness more than anything else,
but seeing the one thing you want to keep you alive,
is the only thing I cannot give,
and that is my love facade, please forgive.
The solutions are barren and the efforts are cold,
before I know it the stress will have aged me forever old,
and I wish not to disappoint you but I've no way to avoid it.
Left to watch it hit you like a knife through the back,
your bleeding is so fruitless, it could have been stopped had I found a way;
a method to stop the madness that is my obsession today.
Searching for the unseen in my heart so serene,
all the uncaring passion leaves what feeling there is, hard to find.
Although I find you here with me now, blind as can be;
I hadn't a clue you were blind too.
Leading me on into the night as you could not see yourself in me either,
merely holding hands as we suffer in that enigma of a dream.
The hopes and wants of all that we need,
just out of our reach in the lights of the future realm,
beyond our sight and our understanding.
We understand it all and realize it as such,
but we've no solutions to the problems that trouble us so much.
The torture that is thought has become my disease,
just glad to have shared it with you, as we wither away completely.
Like a grain of sand in time blowing in the winds of chaos,
we may never find order because of the confusion that plagues us.
I hope you escape it before we're lost in the futility,
all that we wish has become our prison of dreams,
the illusions complete and no solution to present,
we've no way to achieve what goals are now set.
The emotions have gotten the best of us tonight,
for the emptiness we thought no other felt,
now it is apparent to each that we share it together,
and I'd rather my mind melt than know you've sadness to feel.
I just want us each to feel better again,
but somehow I know that we might have to do what neither of us wishes to do,
because we've no way to solve the despair we share,
and only through the destruction will we find remorse to bear.
Within the night you find your solace and in dreams you can escape;
wheras in life I know I am not there, my memories are alive in consciousness,
it lets me feel you are somehow near.
Lay quietly and rest for all eternity, and feel better when you awake.
My open eyes shall see greater things when they're deprived of hope in dreams,
and shall find no regret in the reality at its source,
for all that is here before me allows the only feelings I can understand,
through my eyes will you see the desire to care,
in my eyes is that cold blank stare.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Backstory
The poem above begins as a thought I had about my unseen cares, its ending holds a storyline almost by completing the semi-plot. Within this are my self realizations of love, the knowledge of another's feelings, and a shared compliance we both feel together. I could somehow read this poem forever and it never get old in my head.
Guess it captured a moment since I wrote it as I spoke to the one in the poem. It was done in under an hour's time just sort of writing stanza to stanza as a new thing arose. It allowed much more depth than the usual one mood or one thought attempt I usually get from a poem. It's usually just one line or stanza in my head, the rest is me making it up as I go along. This was put together with time and became not a reflection later on, but insight as it happened. Neat idea from my "constantly writing poetry" methods. Always writing, so this might be a new thing to try out.
*Tip: Maximize your window if you hadn't already, long lines in here, not sure if they'll appear line-by-line lest you have 1024x720 or so resolution. Tend to write long..
Broken Together in Empathy
Like a blind man walking in the dark, you lead me forward,
together we move and hope to find a path that shines enough light on my eyes,
so that I might find a way to see the love I feel for you before I die.
One can only hope because I cannot see the passion you have,
not with these eyes, they're barren to the touch,
desireless through confusion, tears matched with delusions.
Unwinding my heart around the strings of my noose,
pulling it tightly to stop myself from seeing that truth.
The doubt of it all, questioning my motives and wondering my methods.
Is it all just another phase, another chemical imbalance we can see fade?
Or am I just dead? Collapsed from within and in need of nothing,
because I lack all that ambition that leads us to something.
A failure to cares in your loving grace,
held forever so blindly to hope to erase.
All that I thought I had tried to do for you,
it was only effort and still is now.
Trying through stresses and tensions so obsessed,
completely out of breath at all the work this redemption of feelings has brought,
unable to change my mind because I've no life left to second guess.
Please let me perish as I do not deserve your love,
you need me inside and I to you,
but I've no way to show it and that cold reality does no soothe.
There is an eerie attempt at understanding and solutions I seek,
knowing I want your happiness more than anything else,
but seeing the one thing you want to keep you alive,
is the only thing I cannot give,
and that is my love facade, please forgive.
The solutions are barren and the efforts are cold,
before I know it the stress will have aged me forever old,
and I wish not to disappoint you but I've no way to avoid it.
Left to watch it hit you like a knife through the back,
your bleeding is so fruitless, it could have been stopped had I found a way;
a method to stop the madness that is my obsession today.
Searching for the unseen in my heart so serene,
all the uncaring passion leaves what feeling there is, hard to find.
Although I find you here with me now, blind as can be;
I hadn't a clue you were blind too.
Leading me on into the night as you could not see yourself in me either,
merely holding hands as we suffer in that enigma of a dream.
The hopes and wants of all that we need,
just out of our reach in the lights of the future realm,
beyond our sight and our understanding.
We understand it all and realize it as such,
but we've no solutions to the problems that trouble us so much.
The torture that is thought has become my disease,
just glad to have shared it with you, as we wither away completely.
Like a grain of sand in time blowing in the winds of chaos,
we may never find order because of the confusion that plagues us.
I hope you escape it before we're lost in the futility,
all that we wish has become our prison of dreams,
the illusions complete and no solution to present,
we've no way to achieve what goals are now set.
The emotions have gotten the best of us tonight,
for the emptiness we thought no other felt,
now it is apparent to each that we share it together,
and I'd rather my mind melt than know you've sadness to feel.
I just want us each to feel better again,
but somehow I know that we might have to do what neither of us wishes to do,
because we've no way to solve the despair we share,
and only through the destruction will we find remorse to bear.
Within the night you find your solace and in dreams you can escape;
wheras in life I know I am not there, my memories are alive in consciousness,
it lets me feel you are somehow near.
Lay quietly and rest for all eternity, and feel better when you awake.
My open eyes shall see greater things when they're deprived of hope in dreams,
and shall find no regret in the reality at its source,
for all that is here before me allows the only feelings I can understand,
through my eyes will you see the desire to care,
in my eyes is that cold blank stare.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Backstory
The poem above begins as a thought I had about my unseen cares, its ending holds a storyline almost by completing the semi-plot. Within this are my self realizations of love, the knowledge of another's feelings, and a shared compliance we both feel together. I could somehow read this poem forever and it never get old in my head.
Guess it captured a moment since I wrote it as I spoke to the one in the poem. It was done in under an hour's time just sort of writing stanza to stanza as a new thing arose. It allowed much more depth than the usual one mood or one thought attempt I usually get from a poem. It's usually just one line or stanza in my head, the rest is me making it up as I go along. This was put together with time and became not a reflection later on, but insight as it happened. Neat idea from my "constantly writing poetry" methods. Always writing, so this might be a new thing to try out.