Wrote two new poems within the last week or so, so yeah. These are pretty depressing, but I like how they turned out.

Let's start with 'The life I could have led'
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Beautiful star filled romantic nights,
leave happiness in their stead,
but alas my friends, my loves,
this is not the life I have led.
A harsh reality governed by Time,
I have no part in the making or plans,
This life I desire with all of me,
would be a lovely and joyful dance.
But alas my friends,
as I break and need to mend,
False memories and needs bite,
and it was my soul that bled.
Dreams which pain me,
sink into the dull life I lead,
soft whispers of desire,
of the life I cannot see.
Rock washed from earth,
bones left barren and dry.
Live again, soaked with despair and love,
from the oceans I will cry.
In time I will die.
Reality says I'll be alone,
a figment of false memories,
of the one I'd call my own.
And life will go on,
Time you can trust.
Misery and sorrow fade,
Love and joy is a must.
A fear as Time passes,
I'll slowly fade away,
dreaming of the life I want,
perhaps it shall come that day.
But sadly, my friends,
it shall not come to pass,
sorrow coated pills on my tongue,
make the misery last.
When I die, if I may ask,
lower me into the sea,
down into the depths,
the beat of the world into me.
Now, my loves and my friends,
lay me down to sleep.
Ask nothing from death,
but a quick release.
Cry inwardly with strife,
from the tears I have shed,
regret bends my spine,
from the life I could have led.
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Now, here's the messed up poem, read it, then read the comments below it.
Little light of mine.
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Hush, little light of mine,
don't shine so bright.
Or the demons will find you,
as you are sleeping at night.
Don't cry, little light of mine,
I won't love you to death.
Be quiet and hush,
before the demons take your breath.
Oh, don't sob little light of mine,
stifle your cries.
Close your eyes and sleep,
and listen as the world dies.
Stop shaking little light of mine,
or in the morning you'll ache.
You need to calm yourself,
or we'll cry in your wake.
I beg, stop screaming little light of mine,
I know it can hurt,
but you need to stop,
before the whole world burns.
I cry, stop the fear little light of mine,
You're scaring me so much.
I collapse on myself,
at the lightest of touch.

Stop making me hurt you light of mine,
I've got an illness in my mind.
Please run away,
before I look past the mask I'm behind.
Please, stop making me hit you light of mine,
I promise I'll never do it again,
don't tell a soul,
or I'll kill all your friends.
Stop breathing little light of mine,
I can't take this anymore,
I'll choke the life out of us both,
and it's shaking me to the core.

Wake up, little light of mine.
Why aren't you breathing right now?
I promise I'll stop,
I'll scream it out loud.
Oh God, little light of mine,
what have I done?
I've killed the only joy in my world.
I need to get a gun.

I'm so lonely, little light of mine,
all alone in this cell.
They called it murder,
but you know I love you well.

Look, little light of mine.
Can you see the poison?
They'll shoot in my viens.
I can't run.

I'm so tried, little light of mine.
I'm strapped to this table,
waiting for my death,
And I don't think I'll be able,
to see what I did wrong.
It was love, little light of mine,
and I broke you first,
then myself.
And I got what I deserved.

Now I'm dead, little light of mine.
And here we are again,
but now I'm well,
and we can begin again.

It's the end, little light of mine,
let's sing until the end of time.
Now we're in Hell,
and it's almost the final line.

Sush, it was a secret, little light of mine.
They all knew you were ill.
But I'm the only one,
who knew you were terminal.

They didn't know, little light of mine,
that you begged me until I broke,
to kill you quick,
before the illness was the only one who spoke.
I'll love you forever, little light of mine,
my lover, my wife,
the one who drove me mad,
and I died with strife.
But, little light of mine,
I'll adore you forever again,
but now it's time,
for us to begin again.
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Now I read it, and I know what it's about. A man, who dearly, DEARLY loves his wife, who is diagnosed with a terminal illness.

She begins to get sicker, and sicker. None of their friends know she's terminal, he's only one. She makes a show of being healthy, even though it only makes her weaker.

Near the end, she starts to beg him to kill her. He loves her so much, he can't say no after she keeps it up. She asks him to beat her to death, so she can realize pain past the constant in her life.

He's sentenced to death after the trial. And he told not a soul that SHE was the one who made him do it.

The illness he's speaking about, isn't mental. It's love. Pure and simple. Love can make you sick. Love can make you a murderer. Love, can corrupt, and can be used against you. Love, oh sweet and terrible love, can be the death of us.
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Yes, those are my new ones.

Wow...

deep writes lunali, hope to see more from you

Thank you both. I do love to write, and sometimes I actually like what I've written.

Lovely as ever

I really liked them both,,but favor the 2nd one as for my tests,,as dark and gloomy follow boken hearts,,lol
And trully whats inside ones mind,,and what they THINK is in their hearts,,can be two worldly different animals that have nothing in common.
I've met crazy,,,and carried her to bed,
didn't wake-up that next morning, cause I was dead.


Keep us reading,,from your heart so bleeding,,
Your words and thoughts,,leave us feeding........

Look forward to new,,,,new,,writes,,,

ah, there you are...nicely done

Yes, kc0003, and s1owhand, I am back for the time being, and of course I've been writing. :)

quite nice!!!

Fantastic poetry, I wish I could write this good.