Poem Of The Week #16

Here it is, the poem for this week:

I look at your face, and let time pass
Waiting, waiting for something to occur
But nothing happens, nothing remains
It’s left me, I’m no longer held down
Now I’m free, I realize I’ve grown
I no longer care, I finally see
You’re not there, you’ve let me be
I finally plied out your talons from my heart
And threw my feelings to the side
I look in the sky and thank the stars
They’ve given me liberation from you
Vixen, you’re spell is gone, finally
I’ll shout out to the Heavens as I soar out of Hell
And reunite with what matters to me
Drop the façade, STOP PRETENDING!!!
There’s one thing I hate more than a liar
And that’s the fact that I loved you.
Take these final words with you as you fall
Back into the pit of Hell that you dragged me into
There was a time you would have had me
But that’s long over now
Everything that’s been said is now dead
Left out in the cold so long, my heart’s ice
And there’s nothing you can do to melt it.

Anthony C, "Farewell To A Forlorn Dream"

The End of Poems

Today is a momentous day...for today is the day I have run out of AIM poems. That's it, I'm out of poems for the retro section. So...I really don't have anything else to put up here besides new poems (which I still need to write). Maybe I'll think of something in the future, maybe I'll just leave it the way it is now, who knows. For now...enjoy a complimentary poem from Robert Frost:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken"

Poem of the Week #15

Here it is, the poem for this week:

I just want to go back, I just want to return
Cast away the present and regress to the past
All the things I’ve accomplished, all that I learned
I know as I tread through life, these feelings will last
Regret takes a hold of me and chokes out my breath,
Fear haunts every corner of my mind, and I can’t stop running
I lost so much strength, is there any left?
My lungs fill with water as the present leaves me drowning
Suffocating in doubt and the death of broken dreams
I dumped my faith into a single ideal, believed in one thing
My sanity is tearing apart at the seams,
I didn’t know what the future would bring.
If I were prepared for this, if I had known
Maybe it wouldn’t have stung so deep
But these horrid scars show me that I’ve grown
Despite these painful feelings that I keep
What do I have to get through the day?
What can I show for all my work and pain?
All I know is that these feelings will stay
And that nothing will ever be the same.

Anthony C, "Return To You"

Oldie

Here is an oldie, sorry it's late:

My heart is left in stitches
My veins are supported by crutches
A body cast is too weak for my heart
Artificial respiration does it little good
Vitals failing, life slips away
Blood seeps out of every gash
It’s inches away from the brink of death
It suffers a great malediction
Burdened not by hate
Burdened not by fear
Burdened not by rage
But burdened by the purest emotion:
Love. Nothing ways more on my heart
Nothing has caused it more scars
I fear for its safety
For it is on its last legs
No bandage can cure it
No salve can heal its wounds
The only medicine that can save it’s life
Is you.

Anthony C, "A Salve For the Soul"

Poem Of The Week #14

For lack of a better poem, I'll put this one up for this week. It's sorta dated and out of place, but I'll post it anyway, since I'm way to lazy to write another one for now.

Raw hatred runs through me
Pure contempt for you in its strongest form
I'm giving 110% in this case
You have no right to live, it's a privilege you abuse
But that's not all you abuse
You abuse people's emotions. They are not clay!
You can't just mold a person's heart however you see fit,
Then smash it when you're bored!
I know you aren't afraid of being hurt
That's cause you have no heart
But I can't contain my rage much longer
I do have fear
And I'm afraid of what I will do to you
If you make me snap.

Anthony C, "This Is A Warning"

Close to the end

We are reaching the end of the AIM posts...and I need a filler for thursdays for POTW, or else I'm not going to have anything to put up here...hmmm...oh well, what can I say...but things are what they are...

Emotion’s for the weak
My words are for the strong
This life is looking bleak
He was right all along
Love’s full of ill-will
I’m too apathetic
Passion’s a cheap thrill
One that’s quite pathetic
Lust is blasphemy
Sex is a gift
Caught in my hypocrisy
I’m left pissed
No more credibility
You lost what you once had
I’m left with my virginity
You’re left without a dad
For you my heart won’t crawl
For you my heart won’t sing
Love is worth it all
But you’re not worth a thing.

Anthony C, "Anger Poem #12"

Poem of the Week #13

Another week, another poem. Here it is for this week:

Thoughts of you still enter my mind
Though oceans of land keep us away.
Presumptions scars would heal with time
But love’s a wound that will always stay.
Three words I’ve kept secret from you
I’ve had so long they should be stale,
Cept each passing thought they’re refreshed anew
I try to ignore them, but to no avail.
What be the end from torture and pain?
Three words can move it either way
I know when said things won’t be same.
But…I love you…is all I wanted to say.

Anthony C, "Three Words"

Retro

I would like to wish you no harm
But it’s hard from where I stand
I can see straight through your charm
Hate and rage walk hand in hand
Pure intentions may be your drive
But your actions are quite less holy
You forget that I am alive
I defy your attempts to control me
Others fall to your siren’s song
But I refuse to bow down
I’ve despised you all along
I spit on your tyrant’s crown.

Anthony C, "Letter To A Dictator"