how can I fly
if these wings
no longer feel
anything but shame
at the choices
I made...

how can I see
a heaven
if I cannot look
into my own heart
and feel the truth
I always knew...

how can I wish
to be more than this
if I hide
the things I need
from myself
and others...

how can I love
if I fear
the touch
that I never had
but longed for
forever...

what is that
if not the voice
of a life dying
never loved
lost in dreams
that could not live
in a world
of empty eyes
that do not care
but for themselves
and nothing more...

some of the most heartfelt poetry i've seen in a while, keep it coming

to shallow to care
feeling long since gone
I let go of hope
easily

to dead to cry
no tears for the pain
slipping further
away

to alone to notice
others reaching out
to break my fall from
grace

to blind to wish
for more than
someone just to
bother

death was
a new becoming
for all that
saw these eyes
the still
calm of dark
claimed the innocent
took form
and promised more
a kiss
of the dying
lingered
soulless bitter taste
comsumed in heart
like forbidden fruit
of eden
merging
binding
feeding
the old ones
for only they
could see
these eyes
for what
they truly are

prayer for the living
for only they
could see the dead
that haunt me still
ruling the way
and guiding the hand
that never stills
but to curse
a fallen hero
betrayed
by his own eyes
clouded to the light
of a chosen path
predestined, ordained
god given right
that must be traversed
alone

colors shared
deeper than
just a red
hears my way
as time looks
away from me
rejecting the color
sounds unimportant
foolish form
burnt lies
thrown away
lessons are seen
through torn skin
change brings pain
but also
life

under tainted skies
blood red
lie the many
fallen at hands
they never saw
full of death
sweet eyes
that sang songs
of lies and dreams
only to
scream louder
than the voice
that drove them
impure
but then
I always spoke in
whispers

seemless flow
life ebbs
losing shape
merging
seeking
reasons
answers
but gaining nothing
just the cold
nothing
that becomes us all

if I left
the black
would it miss me
claw me home
like a child
to a mothers breast
or would it
leave me
like the day
to find solace
in my own face
reflected
in the death
of others?

man wept
as eyes looked on
with no remorse
no feeling
just a purpose
a task to serve
a master to please
talent for pain
death's keeper
unleashed
never to be free

slow
softly beating
a heart moves free
leaves mortal bonds
removed from the flesh
it can heal
far away from the pain
it has a chance
to live again
learn and grow
more than a child
older, wiser
begin again
begin again

pure raw emotion right here, beautiful yet so sad....good to see new faces on df...i hope you plan to stay awhile

forbidden heaven's
taste sweet upon my lips
like the fresh blood
of new born child
untainted by a world
bathed in hate
a delicate skin
hides a soft flesh
surrounding tender heart
ripe for the kill

its such a shame
such things
do not come easy
when the world
knows only the sins
of flesh

if we change our skin
can we change our soul
would it be so easy
just to leave
and choose another
forget the past
and move on
like a ghost
silently
and without form
invade a host
take it over
make it ours
until we forget
all that we where

found alone
the ghosts of myself come alive
as daylight dwindles
with rain that never stops
wild winds fury
caught in storms
inside my mind
down through broken doors
of silken webs
spun on the thought
oh hope eturnal
I am trapped like a fly
food for the dark spider
who grows fat
in fear


i eat myself

what is this darkness
but my eyes closed to truth
a blind lie
that clouds me
for the simple reason
I fear my own sight

in my dream
I was just anothers memories
a faded past
that stole a moment
like a thief in the night
a ghost of life
who has no self
no belonging
no birth
clinging to their light
for I have none of my own
and when the dream ended
I awoke
and disappeared

take these wings
set them to the sun
make them fly again
as only you know how
make me strong again
breathe me new life
a hope of seeing
the path for me

do the dead care
when the living weep
are tears shed
for those
they leave behind
do they see the pain
when darkness
has claimed their eyes
can they hear
the sorrow
of mothers crying
for sons of old
do they drown
in the grave
when the young
follow them
for they have
nowhere else to go
when the dead
are the only ones
they know