emptymirror's blog: "poetry"

Rain, rain, the worlds dark envoy or pain,

Falling gently upon me, bringing their disdain,

So light and gentle, but feels so crushing,

Heavier and heavier, the heavens begin gushing,

As I stand here waiting for love ot find me,

For I am a lost soul, with no one ot heal my plea.

I can't feel it anymore, the warmth gone and drained,

My very being feels like my clothes: cold, torn, and mus stained,

Standing in the reain with my hands raised and neck craned.

Rain, rain, has always been on omen of bad luck,

Any and all hope has been abandoned, left in the muck,

But here I stay in the rain, letting it soak,

Fallen into a sorrowful dream that I cannot be awoke,

Because I'm waiting for her to join this dream,

And make these clouds part and the light to gleam.

And then you came, your presence burning me with desire,

Everything alight, I steam and the rain catches fire,

My soul sings joyfully to yours, our cries become a chior.

You brought me back to life, my lovely necromancer,

Warmer then the sun on a nice summer day,

ou make me want ot waltz all day, and I'm no dancer,

I only hope you never tire of me, and always want to stay.

Because as surely as the sun will rise, it will rain again,

There always has to be a balance to this life,

The only true questions are why, how and when,

And once it does, God protect me from the knife.

Rain, rain, Falling, just for me and you,

I know, if nothing else is, this is true.

I have been chosen since birth to be an outcast,

What are the odds, out of a universe so vast,

That I'm picked, the nice guy to finish last,

This, a world of the future, where as I'm a creature of the past.

I have something nobody else has, a power over you,

Everyone either loves or hates me, nothing I can do,

Like magnets, some are drawn to me, some pushed away,

Life's a coin for me, always two sides, like night and day.

On the outskirts you'll find me watching life go by,

Envy nearly consumes me, but sorrow finishes me off.

My only wish is to either be amongst the others or die,

to be like the rest of them, not have to watch them scoff.

I have been chosen since birth to be surrounded but alone,

It feels as if the solitude has scarred me to the bone,

But out of the darkness and misery around me you shone,

Stripping away all of my defensesm leaving me prone.

You caught and helg my attention like a fragile bird,

You unlocked what I'd forgotten, slumbering emotions stirred,

I couldn't believe I'd found someone who filled the holes,

renewed energy filled me, feeling the heat of our touching souls.

But then reality set in, we are millions of miles apart,

With no way to get to each other for a few years,

The realization worse then being stabbed in the heart,

I have to wait to hear you laugh or to wipe away your tears.

I was chosen by fate, to fall in love and have to wait,

To endure the worlds chaos, darkness, and hate,

To think about you until it has gotten late,

 Patience I have though, maybe I was chosen for that trait.

Walking these streets of empty intentions,

I feel a hollow aching that nobody ever mentions,

All the while wondering if any of my dreams are real,

Should I trust anything I want, think, or feel?

Living a boring life I wish to shed, to dream in my bed,

I'm average yet stranger then fiction, I guess I'm a contradiction,

Life pummels me to a stain, sometimes life can be a pain,

But when I'm with you, life is exciting and great,

I can't explain it any other way then it being fate.

I stand on the edge of the world, about to fall,

Always about to jump, always forget or stall,

On the brink of nothing, I feel light as a feather,

Becasue I'm in so many pieces, trying to pull myself together.

Living a life I'd like to be rid, can I get a bid?

My friends don't know me, things they will never see,

My nightmares all consuming, a lonely death constantly looming,

But as long as I have your love, my soulmate,

All of my fears, pains, and doubts have to wait.

Because like they say, all you need is love,

I can be happy as long as I'm thinking of you,

You give me faith that there really is a god above,

My only worry being that I'm hoping you're happy too.

My fate is clouded, my future unknown,

Shall my soul bloom, or my heart turn to stone,

Shall I be set free from pain, or be crushed.

There is no way to know, I wait for fate to choose,

I thought I had nothing, but now I have everything to lose,

I await the day when my fears are justified or shushed.

Falling Angels, completely hopeless and full of remorse,

Spiraling madly out of course, no forseeable course,

As punishment from their father, the ever so quiet,

For all must be peaceful, no tolerance for those who riot.

The Fallen are filled with heartbreak, wings crumple in pain,

Unwanted by the world, forever an outlet for hate and disdain,

They plummet into a world of empty intentions and dark desires,

Where the different and disliked are burned on the wiches pyres,

To awake in the birthplace of malicious intent,

Where the minds of the natives are twisted and bent,

The Fallen can only weep, standing alone in the rain,

Knowing in their torn souls, there is nothing for them to gain,

What must it feel like, your creator turning the other way?

No purpose or plan, wandering the world alone,

I pity them, because my own life is much the same.

In desperate times, people can't help but panic and pray,

wondering if he heard, or if they left a message at the tone,

If he's no longer listening, we only have ourselves to blame.

The Fallen are the shattered, happiness they can only feign,

For that, In the world we live, they are seen as a stain.

People can fall like angels, only instead from our peers,

We Damned only wish for acceptence, but never succeed,

Falling is what all things avoid, one of our few universal fears,

But no matter who we are, we're all people, we all have to bleed.

The Fallen, who for centuries have been mangled and slain,

All of whom's sorrow will forever be unnoticed and in vain.

sorry, didn't have time to end it, here's the last two stanzas.

Happiness evades me, a butterfly who refuses to be caught,

the more I reach for it, the fruther away it goes,

every ounce of joy escapes me, I'll never gain what I saught,

left alone with my past, myself, and my infinite woes.

So here I stay, stay o I may begin to pray,

Pray, as I never pray, that I may see the day.

As night envelopes us, a feeling of being back in the womb,

forgetting the worlds pain, beyond it's boundaries of death and doom,

we reveal our true selves in our deepest dreams,

the lines of our identities blur, nothing is as it seems,

All of the dark secrets unleashed, we wish we could redeem,

But eventually, night must end to bring the day.

As daylight shines down on me, warm as a mothers embrace,

It's hard to keep a smile from lighting up my face,

even though the light only touches the surface, not real,

underneath my soul festers, wishing I couldn't feel,

I wait for this tragedy to change to comedy, to begin to heal,

so until then, as the light turns cold, here I will lay.

Night and Day, always following the other till the end,

A tragic love story, the first to be born, the one at the very end,

I wish I could live without them, wouldn't have to pretend.

Pretend to give a damn, to be fine being all alone,

Pretend I'm not in agony, that I've forgotten my past,

but pretending is for children, and I am long since grown.

Darkness, my one friend that stays and doesn't leave,

I can always find it, slithering in the back of my mind,

Pain following as a faithfull friend, I don't get one moment of reprieve,

I'm already aged, my face already a mask that is hard and lined.

These bones, these bones, these bones I own,

so frail as they crumble, and yet so sturdy,

strong in our youth, weak when we become a crone,

people lie, words can hurt as much as a stick or a stone.

Why people hate and hurt each other, I don't know,

I guess it is human nature to pick on the weak and nerdy,

or maybe we try to fight ourselves, we have no real foe,

but it's too late for them to change, you must reap what you sow.

So I'll become a monster, fight hate with vengefull wrath,

Change my soul to end this charade of ignorant calm,

trade these bones you disregarded to show my rage,

I guess I'll need more then words to break you.

If only that goal were within possible reach,

I can no more lose my supposed humanity the fly,

the kindness a weakness with a barrier I can't breach,

to say I could stoop to their level would be a lie.

Destiny is the worlds bully, a picker and a chooser,

some are born winners, I was born a loser,

you can't negotiate or fight, only accept and succumb,

if you try otherwise, you'll be seen as dumb.

What is the point when you can't find your path?

I puzzle this as I hold the knife to my palm,

Why not cut the story short, rip out the last page?

But no, I'm too empathetic, I couldn't do that to you.

These bones, these bones, these bones I hate,

In the party that is life, never early, always late,

nothing to live for, forever in a depressive state,

I await, not knowing the future,for it is my fate.

Alone in a world overflowing with loved people,

I watch them live happily from my crumbling steeple,

wondering what it is like to be truly known,

to feel their warmth, instead of the cold unfeeling stone.

I sit amongst friends who assume but do not know,

when the joyful guy they like is just for show,

I'm good at pretending, there's nobody I can't fool,

I've built a Kingdom of Lies, where the insane rule.

Who am I really? Am I happy and uncaring?

A lonely soul without a future, yet always preparing?

Or have I fooled even myself, feeling nothing at all?

Have I already descended into madness, or have I yet to fall?

I can never tell what state my mind is in,

I constantly change my mind and contradict myself,

sometimes to prove I'm real I prick myself with a pin,

but what does that prove?I could be as fake as the GI Joe on your shelf.

But if I feel nothing and I'm not real, why do I long?

Long for her touch, to warm my desolate shell?

To long for this to be a duet instead of just me singing this song?

So it must not all be lies, there really can be truth in hell.

There are no answers for my questions, for I'm alone,

God has turned his back to me, and so I weep,

the end nigh, Death coming with it's chilly embrace,

letting me finally close my weary eyes, for the last time I will sleep.

I have only the sincerest sympathies,

to those of you that have lost and not gained,

never found happiness without having wept,

who's stories aren't told, forgotten and pained.

I too know pain, and it's seductive embrace,

to fall into a lifeless rut, trying to forget her face,

but even though you feel alone in a hatefull life,

I'm here for you, so you can drop your knife.

I have only the sincerest sympathies,

for every time you've loved and been cast aside,

sifting through clothes they left and you kept,

you who's a stranger, for in no one can you confide.

I know nothing of hardship or feeling hate,

I've lived a sheltered life, all I do is wait,

but I do know the cold comfort of depression,

I may not be a priest, but I will hear your confession.

I have only the sincerest sympathies,

because what else can one feel but pity?

I know, because in the buisness of misery, I am adept,

the only defense we have is to be sarcastic and witty.

I know your pain and Iopen my arms to you,

because sadness has crippled me, not much else I can do,

but maybe because of our sad bond of emptiness and solitude,

we can remember what it's like to be happy, and never again brood.

All I have are sympathies for your plight of sadness,

but I'll protect you from the world and it's madness.

thanks for reading, let me know your opinions, bye. :)