[Silversun]

Well done Gabrielle.

[Mr. Impatient]

The lyrics to my current "favourite" song:

Wounded

Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
Hurt beneath my skin

My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem okay
But my faith is wearing thin

So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault

But I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up

I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed

And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see

But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault

That I'm open and I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz I need someone to help me
Oh I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault

That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up

Yeah, that fits me, a little too well.

[Catalinay]

That's amazing, Gabrielle!

[Silversun]

That's a gorgeous song Rob. Who is it by? Aw, I'm so sorry you're feeling like that at the moment. Please feel better soon.

[dark noon]

Gabrielle, that was a very cool poem.

[Starless Night 20]

Awe, Rob! Feel better.

[Silversun]

Did you ever get a reply to that email MA?

Love your sig. Especially the second line... something very special about it.

[Starless Night 20]

Originally posted by Silversun Did you ever get a reply to that email MA? Love your sig. Especially the second line... something very special about it.

Nope. Bleh.

And thanks. It's a song from Laura Stevenson. She's an unknown singer from Long Island. Very, very good.

[Starless Night 20]

Sorry for double post. I wrote two poems today.

Familiarity

For everything that I have lost,
For everything that I have gained,
For everyone I may have hurt,
For everyone I may have loved,
For every broken bone that I have had,
For every mended muscle I have healed,
For every tear I have freed,
For every smile I have stifled,
For every shard of heart I have misplaced,
For every piece that was returned,
Fr these and so much more,
I say that they are so much more.
Do not judge me by my body,
Do not judge me by my emotions.
For every tear I have freed while smiling,
Or for every shard I have given while refusing pieces in return,
They are not me.
They do not tell of my dreams,
They do not tell of my fears.
They do not whisper my thoughts,
And they do not speak of memories.
They are but a piece of myself,
Things I cannot control.
But do not judge me on these things.
Since they are all I've ever known.

Doll Face

I found myself face down on the floor.
My body hovered over the soulless shell,
Pieces scattered on the blood-stained carpet.
My translucent hand reached out to the porcelain,
Reached out to the jagged slice of my head.
And though I could no longer bleed
(For I was drained completely)
I felt my gossamer skin tear apart
As I ran my fingers down that edge.
Sweet, serraded blade,
Dragged across that olive skin.
But I regret it now.
I regret the screams of terror from my mother's mouth.
I regret the look in their rose-colored eyes.
My halcyon pools peer down at that case,
The same that once housed my broken and abused spirit,
The one that I am viewing at now.
I do not recognize that star-hued skin.
Those lips are deathly white.
Those eyes no longer sparkle.
The life is lost.
And all I'm left with is me.

[Silversun]

Some beautiful imagery there MA, especially in the second poem. Well done!

Some lyrics I'm identifying quite strongly with at the moment:

Farewell and Goodnight - The Smashing Pumpkins

Good night
to every little hour that you sleep tight
May it hold you through the winter of a long night
And keep you from the loneliness
of yourself

Heart strung
is your heart frayed and empty?
Cos it's hard luck
when no one understands you
It's unsung, and I say

Good night, my love, to every hour in every day
Good night, always, to all that's pure that's in your heart

The sun shines but I don't
A silver rain will wash away
The sun shines but I don't
A silver rain will wash away

And you can tell, it's just as well.
And you can tell, it's just as well.

Good night, my love, to every hour in every day
Good night, always, to all that's pure that's in your heart

[Starless Night 20]

Thanks, Nicky. I'm almost afraid of the second one, haha. Cause of what it's talking about. I don't want people to think that I'd actually consider it, because I don't. I'm almost terrified as to the reason why I wrote it because I don't know what it is.

Those are very sad, but very beautiful, lyrics. And I identify with them too.

[Silversun]

Well, I think poetry (and other ways of expression, like music) sometimes acts like a channel for something that lies beyond us. Not necessarily god or some supernatural being, though that could fit; it could well be your subconscious. The things that come out in your chosen art form are not all stuff that you have thought about, it's not all stuff that you thought you were capable of. That's why, I guess, art has the ability to surprise and to move. You do wonder where these images of violence and desolation come from, but for me, a lot of the time, you shouldn't look toward the author for answers because they might be at a loss as much as you.

<-- am slightly drunk, therefore rambly and pretentious.

[Mr. Impatient]

Originally posted by Silversun That's a gorgeous song Rob. Who is it by? Aw, I'm so sorry you're feeling like that at the moment. Please feel better soon.

It's by Good Charlotte. It is the hidden track on their Chronicles of Life and Death album. At least, on the Death version. I have the Life version also, but haven't listened to it. Don't know if Wounded is on that one or not.

When I am feeling better, I promise to read the other poems that have been posted here, and provide feedback.

[Starless Night 20]

Nicky Even when you're slightly drunk, you make perfect, eloquent sense. I understand what you're saying. Let's just hope that anyone else who reads it feels the same way. Because, okay, to be honest, I have thought about it once or twice. But when I really thought about it, I shuddered and couldn't even imagine doing it. Which is why I don't think I have the capability of actually going through with it. And I don't think I'm suicidal because I felt sick at the thought of killing myself. Ick.

Rob Take your time. And, even though I dislike Good Charlotte with a passion, that song's lyrics are deep and thoughtful. Normally, they're...pop-y and irritating.

[Silversun]

Ha, I'm glad you understood my insane ramblings MA.

Committing suicide would be no good. It would hurt.

Billy is much, much too pretty to belong in Good Charlotte. That's pretty much all I have to say about that band.