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How much can you take?
Before your heart breaks?
And love just forsakes.
You, all your mistakes.
Lined up in their place.
As tears track your face.
Save the pain just incase.
That bittersweet taste.
Just gets replaced.
And there's an empty space.
Where your heart was encased.
Now your blood's been laced.
With poison, and you chased.
Away love, you're disgraced.

I love the feel of rain on my bare skin.
Let it tare in.
While I stare in.
To this rippling mirror.
I do not look familiar.
The scars I can't see, send me a shiver.
Like a raging river.
Anger grows bigger.
And consumes a swollen soul.
Sitting all alone.
In the rainstorm.
Where it'll brainstorm.
It's mind a maelstrom.
Of the days gone.
By.
Sigh.
Into itself.
Renew itself.
Plunge into the water.
Like a lamb to slaughter.
Drown in a disease.
And wake under the trees.
So eager to please.
It's mind finally at ease.
-H

Winters Ascendance

My love for you is ignited, my love for you has been cited
When I look at your face, It's like looking at heavens grace...
I can't help thinking I am but a mere disgrace.

Autumns descendance, Winters ascendance
When I look into your eyes, I see no love for me
When you look into my eyes, you see there is love for you
You're so afraid, you turn away...

When I glanced into your eyes, I saw there was no loving me
You were so upbeat I am so sure, So why turn away?
When you glanced into my eyes, You couldn't see anything else
Only love for you, so it seemed... you're not so sure.

My love for you is flaming, My love for you burns so violently
When I look into your eyes, I see no loving me.
When you look into my eyes you see the love.
Yet you're so afraid, You turn away...
Can't you see? I am not so sure anymore.

(I wrote this when I was 15 so don't hate too much xD! At the time I considered it a Love Poem but looking back... Hmm. *facepalm)

Views, Poems & Prose of a Self-Declared Madman: Drama Monologue Inspiration

Views, Poems & Prose of a Self-Declared Madman: Drama Monologue Inspiration: "This is a poem, written by James Love about a group of soldiers suffering from PTSD who committed suicide after the Falklands War. One More..."

You.

You.
Are you really so shallow?
To not see what you've done, the harm you've caused?
You.
Are you really so blind?
To mistake the hurt and pain for embarassment?
You.
Are you really so foolish?
To try and ignore what you've done, to try and play it off?
You.
Do you really not understand?
You.
Or have you forgotten?
You.
That she was a person too.
You.
Before you ripped that away.
You.
Before you took it all away from her.
You.
And now all she has to think about.
You.
All she has to worry about.
You.
All she has to hurt about.
You.
And all I have to hate?
You.

-Chris-

I play the part of Judas in this sordid affair,
except I seek not silver.
I play the part of Iago in this twisted plot,
yet I have no general.

I am but a whisper amongst the shouts and cries,
I am but a shadow amidst the hundreds of crowds.
And yet I’m the one they’ll hear and see,
When I speak the truth that they daren’t believe.

I control their very actions with but a word,
I can lead them by the nose to commit actions absurd,
And yet still they listen to my silent council,
And have faith in what I tell them.

For though I am trusted by many,
I am known by few,
This heart of mine,
That very few see,
That forever beats in time,
With the tunes of sorrow,
And the lies I have told.

-Chris

Sometimes, I talk too much...

...and I regret it completely. Sometimes, it's easier to just bite your tongue, and shut up.

The contempt in your breath

equals not the wrath you've incurred

upon yourself. Live and learn.

"Turn around, walk away,

pretend that everything's okay."

But you're too late - always too late.

The regrets flood back into you,

yet you cannot seem to learn

to live like each day was your last.

So think fast. Think fast.