Sad/Dark

Forever Remembered

The quote used: “So in short, remember parents that children can be quite fragile in their early stages of life. They can. And will. Remember everything.”

 

They Can. And Will. Remember Everything

Tiny hands and fragile bones,
Beneath the weight of heavy stones,
Childhood dreams that fade and die,
Like broken wings that cannot fly.

They can. And will. Remember everything.

A mother’s touch that turns to pain,
A father’s love that wanes in vain,
A broken home, a shattered heart,
A childhood ripped and torn apart.

They can. And will. Remember everything.

The wounds that fester deep inside,
The tears that flow but never subside,
The scars that mar the tender skin,
The innocence lost, the stain within.

They can. And will. Remember everything.

The years go by, the wounds remain,
A constant ache, a lasting stain,
The memories that haunt the night,
The shadows that refuse to take flight.

They can. And will. Remember everything.

The world is cruel, the future bleak,
The pain that lasts, the heart too weak,
The scars that mark the path they tread,
The memories that never truly fade.

They can. And will. Remember everything.

 

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The Fatal Rule of Love

In life, there are rules we’re told to obey,
To keep us safe and out of harm’s way,
And among them is a harsh decree,
To show no love, or risk death’s key.

For love is a thing that softens the heart,
And makes us vulnerable, torn apart,
It opens us up to pain and despair,
And leaves us defenseless, stripped and bare.

So we’re told to be cold, to keep love at bay,
To guard ourselves in every single way,
To never let our guard down or give in,
For love is a weakness, a fatal sin.

But what of the beauty that love can bring,
The warmth it provides, the joy it can sing,
The way it connects us to others around,
And lifts us up when we’re feeling down?

Is it worth the risk to shut out love’s light,
To live in the darkness of eternal night,
To miss out on the moments that make life worth living,
And the happiness that love can bring, freely giving?

Perhaps we should reconsider this rule,
And instead embrace love as a powerful tool,
To connect us to others in a meaningful way,
And enrich our lives with each passing day.

For in the end, it’s love that gives life its meaning,
The joy and the laughter, the moments redeeming,
So let us show love, let our hearts be unfurled,
For love is the greatest gift in this world.

 

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The Double-Edged Curse

My personality, a blade of two sides,
An instrument of darkness, that never subsides,
With every pull, the wound it deepens,
The more I tug, the more my spirit weakens.

I try to sheath it, keep it confined,
But the blade emerges, a constant grind,
The more I push, the more it cuts,
And those around me, their blood it sucks.

I yearn to connect, to share my pain,
But the edges cut, leaving a bloody stain,
And those I care for, they feel the sorrow,
As I struggle with this blade, no tomorrow.

It’s a never-ending battle, a constant plight,
To keep the blade sheathed, away from the light,
To find a way to balance the scales,
And let my true self die, without leaving any trails.

For while the sword may bring harm,
It’s also a source of great alarm,
A curse, a burden, a darkness within,
A gift that I must learn to shun and win.

So I’ll keep on wielding, learning to cope,
With this double-edged sword, my only hope,
To find a way to let go of this pain,
And share my light, without leaving a stain.

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Siren’s Call

He knows that love can hurt, can leave him scarred,
Yet still he seeks that flame to light his way,
A fire bright that burns both hot and hard,
That draws him close, that makes him want to stay.

He knows the risks, the pain that he’ll endure,
The nights of tears, the days of constant strife,
But still he craves that feeling of allure,
The rush of passion that ignites his life.

He tries to fight it, but it’s just too strong,
The pull of toxic love that he can’t shake,
He knows it’s wrong, that it’s been too long,
But still he’s drawn to make that same mistake.

And so he walks with candle burning bright,
Though toxic love will lead him through the night.

 

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Mazed Memory of Fire

Amidst the flames of my forgetful past,
I find myself lost in a mazy haze,
A labyrinth of memories that last,
A twisted path of smoke and fiery blaze.

I search for light to guide me through this maze,
To find a way out of this burning pain,
But every turn leads me to darker days,
And every step feels like a loss or gain.

Oh, how I wish I could escape this fate,
To break these chains of my own making free,
To find a path that’s not of fear or hate,
And reach the peace that waits ahead for me.

Yet, in this mazed memory of fire,
I’ll keep searching, with hope as my desire.

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Mazed Memory of Fire (Song Version)

Verse 1:
I’m lost in a maze of memories,
A labyrinth of forgotten dreams.
I’m searching for a way out,
But the flames of my past keep burning me down.

Chorus:
Mazed memory of fire,
I’m trapped in the flames of desire.
Burning, yearning, never learning,
I’m lost in this maze of my own making.

Verse 2:
I try to escape, but the walls keep closing in,
I’m suffocating in the smoke of my sin.
I can’t remember how I got here,
But I know that I don’t want to disappear.

Chorus:
Mazed memory of fire,
I’m trapped in the flames of desire.
Burning, yearning, never learning,
I’m lost in this maze of my own making.

Bridge:
I’m tired of running, tired of hiding,
Tired of the pain and the lies.
I need to face my fears, to break these chains,
To find my way out of this maze.

Chorus:
Mazed memory of fire,
I’m trapped in the flames of desire.
Burning, yearning, never learning,
I’m lost in this maze of my own making.

Outro:
I’ll find a way out of this maze,
I’ll break these chains and start a new page.
I’ll leave behind this mazed memory of fire,
And find the freedom of my heart’s true desire.

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The Paradox of Control and Freedom

Ok, so this is a new thing I’m doing. a Three in 1 type post.

basically, it’s three poems on 1 post but It’s coming from the mind of one person at different points in their life.

 

  1. Trapped Will
    I am my own prisoner, trapped in this cage,
    No one can hear my cries of rage.
    I won’t be free, I won’t be brave,
    I’ll do what they want, even to my grave.

    You thought you had power over my life,
    That without your consent, I was a strife.
    But babe, you must understand my pain,
    No one can save me, I’m already slain.

    I’ll surrender my will, I’ll bow to your might,
    With fear and weakness, I’ll give up the fight.
    You can strap me down and silence my voice,
    Or leave me to suffer, I have no choice.

    For I am the slave of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in the hands of hate.
    So don’t try to save me, don’t even try,
    For I am the one who slowly dies.

  2. Unrestrained Freedom
    I am my own person, free and wild,
    No one can dictate the path of my life.
    I won’t be held back, I won’t be beguiled,
    I’ll do what I want, even with strife.

    You thought you could hold me with your reign,
    That without your permission, I’d be tamed.
    But babe, you must understand my domain,
    No one can control me, I won’t be shamed.

    I’ll take the reins, I’ll steer my own course,
    With courage and strength, I’ll show no remorse.
    You can strap in and join me for the ride,
    Or back down, cower, and hide.

    For I am the master of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in my hands to create.
    So don’t try to control me, don’t even try,
    For I am the one who soars high.

  3. The Dichotomy of Freedom and Enslavement
    I am the master of my own fate,
    But I am also trapped in a darkened state.
    No one can dictate the path of my life,
    Yet I am bound by chains of strife.

    You thought you could control me with your reign,
    But I am also a prisoner in this pain.
    Babe, you must understand my domain,
    I seek freedom, yet I’m enslaved.

    I’ll take the reins and steer my own course,
    Yet I am still a slave to a haunting force.
    With courage and strength, I’ll show no remorse,
    But inside, I’m broken, lost without a source.

    You can strap in and join me for the ride,
    But know that my soul is trapped inside.
    Or back down, cower, and hide,
    For I am the one who’s trapped, alone to abide.

    For I am the master and the slave of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in a twisted and tangled state.
    So don’t try to control me, nor try to save,
    For I am the one who’s lost, the one who’s enslaved.

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What Once Was

Poem request by London: She gave the first line.

What happened to the good times?
The sun once shone so bright,
Its golden rays a gentle rhyme
That chased away the night.

The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues,
Their petals soft and kind,
And every breeze that gently blew
Brought fragrant peace of mind.

The world was full of wondrous things,
Like birds that sang with glee,
And laughter, like a pair of wings,
Set our hearts and sprites free.

But now it seems the world has
changed,
The sun obscured by clouds,
The flowers wilted and deranged,
Their beauty lost in shrouds.

The birds no longer sing their songs,
Their melodies now hushed,
And laughter, once a source of
throngs,
Has turned to tears, so crushed.

Yet even in this darkest hour,
A glimmer still remains,
A memory of what once was dour,
And hope that it sustains.

For though the world may seem to
fade,
Its beauty still endures,
and light of love, we'll wade
Through times that feel unsure.
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End Of Us (Convo/Story)

Isheal: We should break up

Tituba: Okay.

Isheal: Okay?

Tituba: Yeah okay.

Isheal: Just like that?

Tituba: What do you want me to do?

Isheal: IDK, I JUST WASN’T EXPECTING “okay”.

Tituba: What, you want me to fucking beg for you to stay?

Isheal: No, it just seems like you’re throwing this all away.

Tituba: I’m throwing it all away? Are you okay? Did you hit your damn head somewhere?

Isheal: Yeah, it’s like you don’t even care…

Tituba: You’re the one who wanted to break up with me. How is this my fault my nigga.

Isheal: UR NOT EVEN WILLING TO FIGHT FOR US!!

Tituba: Fight for what?? There is no us it’s all you sweety. What you’re really looking for me is to fight with you and I’m not finna waste my time doing that.

Isheal: CHANGE MY MIND. MAKE ME BELIEVE IN US AGAIN!!

Tituba: You want me to do that? I think you are placing the responsibility on the wrong person here don’t you think.

Isheal: You decide if we should stay together.

Tituba: My brain is hurting listening to this insolent fuckery coming from your mouth. Babe you already decided and I’m just respecting your decision.

Isheal: I’ll take it back if you say so. Just say the WORD!!

Tituba: If I decided to stay with someone who wanted to break up I’d be crazy you know that right.

Isheal: can’t you just reassure me that we’ll be okay. I’ll forget.

Tituba: Desperate is not the word I can use to describe how you acting right now.

Isheal: I’m not desperate or whatever else you can think to call me.

Tituba: Curious about why you want to end our relationship. Speak fast before I stop caring.

Isheal: It just felt like you (Tituba cuts her off)

Tituba: Like I didn’t care about you? You make me fucking laugh you know that.

Isheal: Laugh? I just feel that I can never get close to you. You keep pushing me away.

Tituba: You trying to rush this relationship. You may be ready to skip some steps but it doesn’t mean I am ready to do that.

Isheal: See? You are (Tiuba cuts her off again)

Tituba: You never asked me. Stop jumping to conclusions about me not caring about you at all. I feel like you did this all just to see if I cared or not right?

Isheal: Now your jumping to (Gets cut off again)

Tituba: Yes or No?

Isheal: …

Tituba: I see. You know testing me instead of just communicating shows this relationship was never meant to work out. Don’t give me any excuses as well. I’m done listening to you so Ima just leave. Don’t think about contacting me either. I blocked you and deleted your number throughout this whole conversation.

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Eternal Sentinel

Uneka calls out to Ishnol,
As he walks away, without control.
Leaving her behind, once again,
Without a word, or a thought to spend.

But then, she grabs him by the arm,
And he turns, with his eyes alarmed.
Black and white, with a Nordic sign,
A sight that makes her heart decline.

Ishnol speaks of immortality,
A curse that brings him agony,
Endless pain, and suffering,
A life that’s never-ending.

He’s seen things he wishes he hadn’t,
And his soul has been broken and battered.
He can’t be attached to anyone,
For they will die, while he lives on.

He’s been betrayed and held captive,
His gift a curse, that’s so massive.
Uneka tries to understand,
But he’s too broken to take her hand.

He tells her that immortality is a curse,
A fate worse than death, that’s adverse.
A reminder of one’s own insignificance,
In a universe that’s cruel and indifferent.

So Uneka learns from Ishnol’s pain,
And she’ll never see immortality the same.
For his words are a warning, a call,
To never seek what’s not worth it all.

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