Post by Aaron Graf on Oct 11, 2004 0:03:37 GMT -5
Poems of the Heart Newsletter #1
This is the first ever of the poems of the heart newsletter. Although
the site implies the words LIBERAL POETRY, I do indeed have something
devoted just to peoples emotions instead of politics, this is what it is
for as there are many authors posting here in the non-political section
who possess a great talent for their work. I am posting 10 of the best
poems a way to kick it all off. I hope you can find time to enjoy this.
Poem #1: Silent Screams Never Heard
Author: I am not sure if she wants her name disclosed
Username: onyxfiretear
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096150950
Shrieks shred the night wide open
like a blade gliding down perfectly spun silk
What the hell did you think would happen?
Did you honestly think she would continue to let you beat her?
I guess you also thought you could treat her like a common placed whore?
Think again
Day after day, she serves you hand and foot
Catering to your every whim
Cleans your mansion
Tending to and raising your children
In horrid pain from the hell you unleashed on her the night before,
She continues to push forward
Doing everything she has to get done to avoid your hands of abuse
Do you even think of her as human?
Slaving over a hot stove
Making sure all the clothes are washed
Entertaining your friends
She does all this with a smile upon her stress weathered face
All while she is dying inside.
You silence her cries with your harsh hands
And even harsher eyes
All she can do is stand there waiting for her demise
Shaking and hoping she does not do anything wrong
Or back in irons she goes with the snap of a whip
Stinging her soft flesh
How can you wake each morning with her sent on your body
From the nights rape on you?
How can you take a shower
Then look in the mirror and smile,
As she scrambles to hang on to what little bit of innocence she has left
If you have not stolen it all, that is
She has had to forcefully bear your children from her young body
While all you could do is sit there making her do more
Turning her into your personal slave
How sickening you are
The bruises from the shackles and everything else you use against her
You make sure you carefully place so they will never be found
If she remotely suggest to another
What you have done,
Surely there will be more to come
Her spirit you have broken
Her heart lays shattered
Over there in the dirt she sweeps from the floor everyday
You are lucky she can no longer think for her self anymore
Or you just may possibly be dead.
I am not writing only about one race of woman here
I am writing for everyone that has ever been raped
Weather it be emotionally or physically
I write for every race of this world.
I hope that one day,
Just possibly one day
The Silent screams that are never heard,
Will be.
Poem #2: The Boy in the Bathtub
Author: Aaron Graf
Username: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096971404
The boy in the bathtub
The boy in the bath tub, showing a side nobody could see.
The demonstration where from his life he tried to be free.
His wrists are bloody, hes dizzy from pills,
The water is stained crimson from his childish thrills.
Theres a razor on the floor and a note on his head,
And written down on it was I hate all of you, Id rather be dead.
You dont understand me, you think Im insane.
So with this bloody razor, Im slashing these chains.
That keep me around you, day after day,
With the things against me that you do and say.
I keep on failing, you say it all the time,
So I decided to punish my horrible crime.
The crime of my birth in this pathetic world,
Hated by all, dads, moms, boys, and girls.
I no longer want to act as if Im so fine,
Because Im screaming out inside, I want what is mine.
The feeling that I used to have before now,
Before all this piled up and then quickly fell down.
This tower of agony thats too high for you to climb,
Well Im diving from the top, Ill splatter on the ground in a short time.
That was the ending of the letter he wrote,
All that he asked was to not be your scape goat.
But Im looking in the mirror, now I can see.
The boy in the bathtub in the ending was me.
~ Aaron Graf
Poem #3: Trees Have No Use For Wings
Author: Name is not yet disclosed
Username: strangeclouds
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=Other&action=display&thread=1096788357
Fade toward the sky
If only I was.
These colored hands-
never leave anything...
But fingerprints.
They stain-
The coldness and perfection of your glass-
But still-
You shine.
And you say-
That you want me to see.
But you are so black- my eyes SO wide-
Yet still- I am blind.
I am but the grass-
below you.
Sweeping your fingers through my hair-
I but whisper back
But STILL- so silent.
Dying and becoming anew- from past lives, all the way to sky-
But never growing up to the clouds.
Never- even seeing them.
You sit on my branches with deepest condolence-
But, fly-
Little bird-
Trees have no use for wings.
Poem # 4: Join Me in Death
Author: Name is not confirmed on whether or not the release is needed.
Username: Trilliana
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097214999
Join Me In Death
You were the one I loved
For so long
Tonight you're in the hospital
After talking to me...
I am the last person you see
"Join me in death"
You whisper those words
In my ear softly
I am so close to falling through
You were my rock
Now, me the last person you talked to
Will be the very last person to know
If you're going to make it
Or die.
The last I heard,
You're not going to make it.
Gods why'd I have to say those things to you?
Gods, kill me now
Let me join him in death
"join me in death"
those last words you shall speak
using the last of your strength
using the last breath of air you have in you
"join me in death"
My love, my only one
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry you hurt me too
Gods forgive me
I didn't know this was going to happen
I didn't know what he told me would be what he would actually do!
"join...
me
in
death"
Author's Comments
my ex boyfriend... the one that cheated on me... last night he told me
he was going to go in his car and get into an accident... I get home
from work today and I'm told by someone that knows him where he lives
that he got into an accident and might not make it... I was the last
person who ever got to talk to him...
PS, the title was inspired by the song by HIM... Join Me In Death, which
I had to hear by accident right when I went to the add page.
This is the first ever of the poems of the heart newsletter. Although
the site implies the words LIBERAL POETRY, I do indeed have something
devoted just to peoples emotions instead of politics, this is what it is
for as there are many authors posting here in the non-political section
who possess a great talent for their work. I am posting 10 of the best
poems a way to kick it all off. I hope you can find time to enjoy this.
Poem #1: Silent Screams Never Heard
Author: I am not sure if she wants her name disclosed
Username: onyxfiretear
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096150950
Shrieks shred the night wide open
like a blade gliding down perfectly spun silk
What the hell did you think would happen?
Did you honestly think she would continue to let you beat her?
I guess you also thought you could treat her like a common placed whore?
Think again
Day after day, she serves you hand and foot
Catering to your every whim
Cleans your mansion
Tending to and raising your children
In horrid pain from the hell you unleashed on her the night before,
She continues to push forward
Doing everything she has to get done to avoid your hands of abuse
Do you even think of her as human?
Slaving over a hot stove
Making sure all the clothes are washed
Entertaining your friends
She does all this with a smile upon her stress weathered face
All while she is dying inside.
You silence her cries with your harsh hands
And even harsher eyes
All she can do is stand there waiting for her demise
Shaking and hoping she does not do anything wrong
Or back in irons she goes with the snap of a whip
Stinging her soft flesh
How can you wake each morning with her sent on your body
From the nights rape on you?
How can you take a shower
Then look in the mirror and smile,
As she scrambles to hang on to what little bit of innocence she has left
If you have not stolen it all, that is
She has had to forcefully bear your children from her young body
While all you could do is sit there making her do more
Turning her into your personal slave
How sickening you are
The bruises from the shackles and everything else you use against her
You make sure you carefully place so they will never be found
If she remotely suggest to another
What you have done,
Surely there will be more to come
Her spirit you have broken
Her heart lays shattered
Over there in the dirt she sweeps from the floor everyday
You are lucky she can no longer think for her self anymore
Or you just may possibly be dead.
I am not writing only about one race of woman here
I am writing for everyone that has ever been raped
Weather it be emotionally or physically
I write for every race of this world.
I hope that one day,
Just possibly one day
The Silent screams that are never heard,
Will be.
Poem #2: The Boy in the Bathtub
Author: Aaron Graf
Username: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1096971404
The boy in the bathtub
The boy in the bath tub, showing a side nobody could see.
The demonstration where from his life he tried to be free.
His wrists are bloody, hes dizzy from pills,
The water is stained crimson from his childish thrills.
Theres a razor on the floor and a note on his head,
And written down on it was I hate all of you, Id rather be dead.
You dont understand me, you think Im insane.
So with this bloody razor, Im slashing these chains.
That keep me around you, day after day,
With the things against me that you do and say.
I keep on failing, you say it all the time,
So I decided to punish my horrible crime.
The crime of my birth in this pathetic world,
Hated by all, dads, moms, boys, and girls.
I no longer want to act as if Im so fine,
Because Im screaming out inside, I want what is mine.
The feeling that I used to have before now,
Before all this piled up and then quickly fell down.
This tower of agony thats too high for you to climb,
Well Im diving from the top, Ill splatter on the ground in a short time.
That was the ending of the letter he wrote,
All that he asked was to not be your scape goat.
But Im looking in the mirror, now I can see.
The boy in the bathtub in the ending was me.
~ Aaron Graf
Poem #3: Trees Have No Use For Wings
Author: Name is not yet disclosed
Username: strangeclouds
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=Other&action=display&thread=1096788357
Fade toward the sky
If only I was.
These colored hands-
never leave anything...
But fingerprints.
They stain-
The coldness and perfection of your glass-
But still-
You shine.
And you say-
That you want me to see.
But you are so black- my eyes SO wide-
Yet still- I am blind.
I am but the grass-
below you.
Sweeping your fingers through my hair-
I but whisper back
But STILL- so silent.
Dying and becoming anew- from past lives, all the way to sky-
But never growing up to the clouds.
Never- even seeing them.
You sit on my branches with deepest condolence-
But, fly-
Little bird-
Trees have no use for wings.
Poem # 4: Join Me in Death
Author: Name is not confirmed on whether or not the release is needed.
Username: Trilliana
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=pillsaregoodforyou&action=display&thread=1097214999
Join Me In Death
You were the one I loved
For so long
Tonight you're in the hospital
After talking to me...
I am the last person you see
"Join me in death"
You whisper those words
In my ear softly
I am so close to falling through
You were my rock
Now, me the last person you talked to
Will be the very last person to know
If you're going to make it
Or die.
The last I heard,
You're not going to make it.
Gods why'd I have to say those things to you?
Gods, kill me now
Let me join him in death
"join me in death"
those last words you shall speak
using the last of your strength
using the last breath of air you have in you
"join me in death"
My love, my only one
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry you hurt me too
Gods forgive me
I didn't know this was going to happen
I didn't know what he told me would be what he would actually do!
"join...
me
in
death"
Author's Comments
my ex boyfriend... the one that cheated on me... last night he told me
he was going to go in his car and get into an accident... I get home
from work today and I'm told by someone that knows him where he lives
that he got into an accident and might not make it... I was the last
person who ever got to talk to him...
PS, the title was inspired by the song by HIM... Join Me In Death, which
I had to hear by accident right when I went to the add page.