I updated! Three on-time updates in a row! Y'all should he proud of me because I know I am~
Anyways, this poem is about the mind listening to the heart, knowing its strifes and sufferings. Alas, this piece didn't win when I entered in a competition for "broken hearts day" or somethin' like that in Launchora. Though, I guess it really wasn't meant to win or get recognized widely. I figure it still has to undergo a lot of tweaks and also, my writing style needs more practice.
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Your voice, your pleads, I can hear them,
I hear them clearly, crystal clear,
It's sad, your cries that are condemned,
You try to kill yourself, but sucess is nowhere near,
Why are you doing this? Kill...
I know you're aching, why...
Shh, shh, I'm here; stay still,
Shh, shh, don't cry, don't cry,
My heart, you're broken I know, you are,
But you're not dead, not yet,
My heart, you have scars, you come so far,
But it's not pierced, not yet,
You scream so painfully,
Darling, this is worrisome,
Without you, I won't exist fully,
You think you're nothing, a scum,
I do all the thinking,
I think you're beautiful,
You do all the feeling,
You feel so fed up and full,
Honey, honey, why do you feel so?
I think of you, then and now,
Darling, darling, do you know?
I see you, I hear you, you cracked, but how?
If only I hadn't cheated on the eyes,
Surely, you wouldn't have been deceived,
When I try to touch you, you're as cold as ice,
What have I done? For it is hard to believe,
I thought it was for you,
For your good,
Nothing else I can't do,
Except... protect you I could,
Did I exist to look down on you?
Have I existed to hurt you?
You always go with what I do,
But I don't believe in what you do,
Funny, how I'm supposed to be smart,
Yet I've afflicted a strum of pain,
Depressing, how I had almost tore you apart,
I try to stop, but I go back again,
For a mere brush of his hair,
You fall and then you crack,
For a mere breath of his air,
You infatuate and then... you're black,
I see, I move, I act, I hear
Small breaths, small blinks, small flicks,
It's because of me, my dear,
I've played on you some tricks,
Yes, my heart, you're not dead, not yet,
But suffering, bleeding badly,
Yes, my heart, you're not dead, not yet,
But crying, screaming deadly,
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Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
