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A Final Moment Of Sleep

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A Poems Sweet Song

Postby RedtailTheWarrior » Fri Sep 22, 2023 4:30 pm

Basically just a place to write my poems. I've always been so scared to share them or write them in a public space because I don't want them to get stolen. But I suppose that's a fear I must overcome. All of my poems are pretty dark so if you're looking for something happy this isn't the place :>

Most of them are pretty short, but I might post my longer ones every once and a while. I have a whooole bunch of poems so it's really just which ones I feel like sharing. I'll post new ones too ofc though.

Also most of my poems don't have names... Just because most of them are short or I just never thought of one. Though, a lot of them need to be explained because they go really deep, so if anyone ever ends up actually reading these and needs an explanation, feel free to dm me
 
My Mother always told me poems washed our worries away,
So I've always found time to write a poem a day.
But the world still seems the same shade of Gray.
She told me look to the bright side and everything will be okay.
So I made my favourite colour that pretty shade of Gray.
But it never hid the cold that the world displayed.
She told me that all is beautiful, not just the suns warm rays,
So I grew found of the coldness that around me laid.
But the monsters in the darkness never went away.
She told me to love everything, even when the world dismays.
So I began to love all the creatures that others ran astray.
But the world still seemed like such a lonesome way,
She told me I had the Lord, and beside me he'd always stay.
So I adored every moment because I never felt alone when I prayed.
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Which version do you like better?

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Unclear where the surface is, I've sunk too low
I'm afraid my heart is his, all that I have is a shell and a shadow.
At least I drowned my sorrows, A shame I fell with them, though

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Unclear where the surface is, I've sunken too deep.
At least I drowned my sorrows, a final moment of sleep.
I'm afraid my heart is his, everything I am is just skin-deep.
♠Life is just a cycle of getting people to attend your funeral.♠



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Rest in The Sunflowers

Postby RedtailTheWarrior » Sat Sep 23, 2023 9:19 am

Dear little one, where do the flowers grow?
Out with the dead men, where the famers sow
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I wished on a shooting star, maybe you'll be mine.
Out in the Cornfield, where the cops will never find.
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I think she's sick. Someone call a doctor,
maybe it's too late, I think we lost her.
I wish things were like they were,
But no one really cares what I prefer.
He stabbed me in the heart,
A knife made from silver.
But it's not his fault,
I should've been smarter.
I never knew I'd become a martyr.
It was you who told me to try harder.
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Alone in a room, empty and hallow.
Its hard to breath, the air is so shallow.
Ring the bell, maybe the sexton will hear.
Trapped in a cell, overwhelmed with fear.
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Definitions:
Martyr: A person who is killed because of their beliefs:
Sexton: A person who looks after a church and churchyard, sometimes acting as bell-ringer and formerly as a gravedigger.
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Don't let me go

Postby RedtailTheWarrior » Mon Sep 25, 2023 4:35 pm

This is actually more of a song that I wrote rather than a poem. But it doesn't really have a tune or anything yet.
I just changed any sensitive words to "---" So I think it's good now. They weren't really bad, but it's still best to stay on the safe side.

"Don't let me go,
I'm still holding on
you're my only essential
I'm still holding on
even if it's consequential
don't, don't, don't, just don't let go."

The faint memory of blue painted walls,
Sitting in the living room
It used to be every night you'd call
now I feel shut in an empty room

You supplied my serotonin
Tho I never returned the kindness.
through all the darkness you shone in
despite my awful blindness.

We used to be able to talk for so long,
It made my day, I miss your lovely songs.

Why must love be so confusing?
But it's okay, that's never what we were.
My heart hurts, it's --- too hard refusing
I was always jealous when you were alone with her.

I would --- --- --- for you,
I can feel our friendship fading away.
Now I think you're with someone new
But stay with me I pray.

Best of friends, that's all we ever were,
Or maybe we were more, it's all such a blur.

Lyng down in my bed
Two thousand miles away from you
looking through all the words you said
It's been so many years but I still get Deja vu

A promise once shard, made the be kept
that one day we'd meet when I came to you
A promise I didn't hesitate to accept
but now I know it may never come true.

You have probably forgotten the promise we once made,
I used to be so special to you, but that's all faded away.
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