Trying It Out

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Surviving, Mar 20, 2008.

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  1. Surviving

    Surviving Well-Known Member

    The pain is real -
    that no one can deny,
    have you walked in my shoes
    do you really want to try?

    It hurts, I bleed, I feel
    it never to me makes sense,
    when my words swell to hatred
    they are words I do not mince.

    Why was this life
    given to me in such a mess?
    If I had it to do over -
    I'd change it I must confess...

    The loneliness, the despair
    the pit of the unknown,
    it's a lonely fucking feeling
    that I still have not outgrown.

    In my heart
    it's dark and cold as night,
    for I was deserted by their suicide
    left alone to carry on my own fight.
  2. Forsaken Heretic

    Forsaken Heretic Well-Known Member

    Nice. It's got a really good flow to it, and it speaks volumes. I can relate to the words, and the meanings.
  3. That was a superb expression, Hon...especially after I've become more familiar with the background of the unfathomable legacy you were left with and burdened with... :sad:
  4. Surviving

    Surviving Well-Known Member

    When the world turns on you,
    do you fight it all alone -
    or merely keep it locked up
    and let it fester on its own?

    The day compassion left me...
    my spirit crushed to the core,
    I was but a child
    a whimpering mess upon the floor.

    Battered, bruised, no real hope -
    or desire to continue on...
    what's really left for me -
    every thing I knew was gone...

    Part of my heart still lies broken
    if it beats I cannot tell,
    if I only had the chance to see them -
    FUCK YOU is what I'd yell...

  5. I'm really glad you are indeed finally letting it out. I 'imagine' it feels like you will never be done, but there is power in your words. I hope you continue releasing them. Not everyone can...

    I've been thinking on your name..."Surviving" - about how it may seem minimalist & meager, yet can also mean triumphant - or at the very least, an acknowledgement of having acheived that, as noun (Survivor), verb, or adjective. Funny how one word can conjure so many things...and how you can feel it or be it at one time to the next...

    (and I hope you don't mind me adding this here...since it was for you anyway)


    Frustration, desolation;
    Things ‘swept under rug’
    are no consolation
    The irony strikes me
    eroding my patience
    For the longer I live
    the more there’s to grieve,
    though my moving on
    was in what I believed
    I could not prevent
    those who fell before me
    I stood strong in their wake
    and prayed for restoring
    the things that I lost in me
    which I could not replace

    So, my steps have moved forward,
    and not without grace
    Yet the longer I live,
    it’s still the past I must face…

  6. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    very sad, but great poem:smile:
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