My psychotherepy (open poetry)

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My psychotherepy (open poetry)

Postby Flare » Sat Jul 16, 2005 12:32 pm

Okay, my life sucks and I'm angry. My psyche seems to be hemorrhaging ink as well. Like any good angst-ridden semi-sociopath I feel the need to share that with the world at large. So here it goes. Feel free to add your comments, opinions, whatever.

Yesterday's Girl

You’re looking for forgiveness
You’re looking for a light
A way to make the crying stop
A win without a fight

Its hope that makes you stupid
When they offer you the world
Tomorrow when you wake up
You’ll be yesterday’s girl.

Why is it so hard for you?
Why can’t you be alone?
What is it you’re running from?
And why can’t you run home?

So who are you really mad at?
When you can’t make them stay.
You knew you were disposable.
Yesterday’s girls are made that way.

You can’t make them love you.
Even though its what you need.
They can’t make the pain stop.
They can only make you bleed.

All of your punishments fit your crimes
And now it seems you’ll spend your lifetime
Being yesterday’s girl.
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Postby Flare » Sat Jul 16, 2005 12:54 pm

Addiction

So here we are again
Two friends
That aren’t
Discussing things
That don’t matter.

Its guilt that keeps you here
I love
You don’t
Responsibility is
What I’ve become.

I know I should let it go
I can’t
I need
Beautiful dreams
Are slow to die.
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Postby Flare » Sat Jul 16, 2005 1:50 pm

Words and Wings

A thoughtless crime, it was their doing
Their physics of the heart
But t’was your soul that was confined
When love and friendship fell apart.

And what a prison they constructed
That you yourself designed
The twisted walls of thorny pain
Existing only in your mind.

Endless months you had wandered
But were never quite alone
A wounded wren found in your soul
A pain greater than her own.

She offered you her broken wings
It was all she had to give
She traded you her feathers
For the chance that you might live.

With grateful promises you took her gift.
She hoped against the pain
That freeing you would free her too
You could lift her up, she could fly again

As you spread your wings and lifted off
She watched with knowing eyes
She once had felt what you were feeling
So you leaving her was no surprise.

How good the wind must feel to you.
You’re prison now undone.
A boy forgets, a promise lost
As beauty flies towards the sun.

And now, when best, the pen has failed me
What truth the silence brings
A broken quill the fitting finish
To an affair of words and wings.
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