This poem is in my previously stated "series". It speaks more of how I've been a little seflish lately with my emotions...worrying about myself above all others, even when others are doing worse than I. Heartbreak can consume you..
and now i know not to trust every "i love you."
this life can make us bitter, ive seen it in us both..
but without our sad life's struggles, there is no chance for growth..
i have seen the hardest hearts break down and shed relentless tears..
i have watched the strongest crumble under weight from stress and fear.
i have seen the closest friends of all thrust knives into eachothers backs.
their lies and slander are all that keep these fruitless friendships full intact.
i have heard the greatest voices speak, their words pronounced with serpents' tounges.
their message saturates the air, that which we breath into our lungs.
"greed...sin..power...hate." the flag we raise is not our own.
a house of white taints the soil where our fathers' seeds were sewn.
ive seen the richest carry all their riches to their grave.
leaving none for the poor whom their riches may have saved.
ive seen the churches shut their doors to those who are in need.
will the world not stop to save itself before it is consumed by greed?
..and though all these sights my eyes do see, they watch one thing, all else forsaking;
a selfish boy who only wants to keep his fragile heart from breaking.
his eyes..they always find their way back to what he fears to see.
the very one that broke his heart..consumed by her fedelity.
..and until i learn to forget the past and walk the road ahead of me.
ill never overcome the grief..ill live with it eternally.
still..it gives me hope to know that there are those worse off than I..
and even though i hurt so much, it feels so good to be alive.
i know my path is darkened now and i know not which way to go.
but i believe my heart will mend one day...for now, ill take it slow.
~D~
Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 16:21
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This World
this world can make us cold, i have learned that much from you..and now i know not to trust every "i love you."
this life can make us bitter, ive seen it in us both..
but without our sad life's struggles, there is no chance for growth..
i have seen the hardest hearts break down and shed relentless tears..
i have watched the strongest crumble under weight from stress and fear.
i have seen the closest friends of all thrust knives into eachothers backs.
their lies and slander are all that keep these fruitless friendships full intact.
i have heard the greatest voices speak, their words pronounced with serpents' tounges.
their message saturates the air, that which we breath into our lungs.
"greed...sin..power...hate." the flag we raise is not our own.
a house of white taints the soil where our fathers' seeds were sewn.
ive seen the richest carry all their riches to their grave.
leaving none for the poor whom their riches may have saved.
ive seen the churches shut their doors to those who are in need.
will the world not stop to save itself before it is consumed by greed?
..and though all these sights my eyes do see, they watch one thing, all else forsaking;
a selfish boy who only wants to keep his fragile heart from breaking.
his eyes..they always find their way back to what he fears to see.
the very one that broke his heart..consumed by her fedelity.
..and until i learn to forget the past and walk the road ahead of me.
ill never overcome the grief..ill live with it eternally.
still..it gives me hope to know that there are those worse off than I..
and even though i hurt so much, it feels so good to be alive.
i know my path is darkened now and i know not which way to go.
but i believe my heart will mend one day...for now, ill take it slow.
~D~
Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 16:21
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