Self Rejection By:Wolf

The silence makes it hard to hear me

It's not so easy to be alone,

Even with my head so full of voices

There isn't anybody home.

Sitting, waiting to be rescued

Though I'm not in any danger,

I'm here all by myself

But myself's become a stranger.

How am I supposed to make me right

When I'm just so tired of trying,

Going through the daily motions

Yet deep inside I'm dying.

It's hard to make it through the day

While letting every person down,

I try to make it to the surface

Just as I begin to drown.

I suppose I'll give it one more shot

To accomplish my self perfection,

But is it possible to fear myself

Such a thing as self rejection?

Perhaps this is where they'd find me

A stranger to my ownself,

Living, watching days go by

Like a doll stuck on a shelf.

A Daughter of Eve

A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It's winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away,
I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep
One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.A

When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well—
Long, long shall I rue thee,
To deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.

Life

Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

People by: Wolf

People live life
day by day
people do
people say
people live
people learn
people crash
people burn
people see
then deny
Only want the when's
not the why's
Life is full of rumors
which are seldom true
but people only believe in things
they know they'd never do.

Everybody Tells Me Everything

I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.

A Caution To Everybody

Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.

Dark and Twisted by: Wolf

Relationships aren't based on lies
they're based on truths and facts
sometimes they're based on love
but all of those ours lacked

I knew you never loved me
that everytime you spoke you lied
You liked to watch me suffer
and you loved it when I cried.

Your heart was black and soulless
You were twisted through and through
And now because I loved you
I'm dark and twisted too.

Diminished Reality

So vivid were the screams last night
That echoed through his room
As darkness overpowered light
In fear he was consumed

The agonizing tone of pain
The high pitched sounding cries
The haunting echoes sound so real
He shivers, terrified

In his bed he falls asleep
The nightmares haunt his dreams
..in fear he is awakened
Awakened to the screams

In tears he lies, too scared to cry
The darkness leaves him blind
He prays the screams and haunting dreams
Will soon vacate his mind

Rock Myself to Sleep

It's ok to sit alone, inside this shell,
Where no-one knows and no-one tells.
Where butterflies dream yet tell of lies.
Where death denies a certain tie. Am I alright?
A mind to wander, a mind to dream.
Lost inside insanity.

Where no-one sees, I don't feel.
No-one knows this hell I fear.
Beyond my mind I can find the fire.
A flame to cure deep desire.
A card to burn or a burn to card.
Inside my head insanity.

Rattle thoughts of the brain,
Everytime, they're all the same.
Rock myself to sleep.
Where fits of horror become belief.

Dead by: Wolf

Have you ever wanted
to see the day you die
The reactions of your family
and all the ones who cry

Not to watch them suffer
but just to wonder why
they never seemed to miss you
back when you were alive

And now when you're dead and gone
they act as if they care
but you're the one who's suffereing
'cause your not even there

It may be hard to make it through
but I know they will survive
because at least they aren't here with me
Dead watching the alive.

Something

And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.

Silence, Emptiness, And Confusion

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

Remembrance

She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?

She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?

She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?

She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?

She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

Have You?

Have You ever loved someone
But knew they didn't care?
Have You ever felt like crying
But Knew you'd get no where?

Have you ever looked into their eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever looked into their hearts
And wished that you were there?

Have you ever felt their heartbeat,
When the lights were turned down low?
Have you ever whispered "God, I love You"
But you'll never let me show?

Love is grand, yet it hurts so much.
The price you pay is high.
If I could choose between Love and Death,
I'd rather choose to die.

So do not fall in love, my friend,
It doesn't pay a dime.
It only causes broken hearts,
Yet it happens all the time.

So do not fall in love, my friend,
You'll hurt before it's through.
I ought to know, my friend -
I fell in love with you.

Game by: Wolf

I was once a happy person
though you'd never know it now
My soul has seemed to darken
and I'm really not sure how

Perhaps it was by destiny
but I never believed in fate
hearts are broken by people's lies
and twisted black by hate

For me life is a paradox
My days are full of gloom
I think of murder,suicides
and filling lives with doom

Sad to say my story
shall end in blood and shame
and think it's all just because
I played your stupid game

I'm Too Big To Cry

I never stopped to realize
How lonely I would be
I never thought the day would come
When you'd grow tired of me

Your voice was never sweeter
Than the day you said goodbye
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry

If I knew then what I know now
You'd still be kissing me
Instead there's someone else's lips
Where mine used to be

I say hello and wish you well
Each time I pass you by
But you'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry

You never looked so wonderful
As the day you walked away
I used to say, "I love you"
But that I could not say

I can't forget you darlin'
No matter how much I try
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry

Last

For everything there must come a last.

A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year.

A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer.

A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage...

Or even the last words written on a page.

But the worst last thing is your last breath
because what is to follow will surely be your death.

She Won't Cry

You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the love that lies within,
But she shall never love again,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.

Health by:Wolf

If you lose your first love
and never get it back
your hearts not really broken
it may just start to crack

Now When you lose a true love
With no room to turn back
your heart may start to change inside
and go from red to black

But still The worst love to lose
is the love you have of self
Cause when you lose that kind of love
You start to lose your health

Not as in health of body
but health of the best kind
The part of you that makes you whole
The health of soul and mind.

Down Again

I've been pushed down so many times
I feel this time will be the last
as I lay here fading
my thoughts are invaded by memories of my past
I feel the pressures of shame and rejection building
as I lay here on the floor
I have no strength to get up
I'm not worth it any more

You Smiled

You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.

Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.

But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

It's Such a Little Thing

It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!

If I Said by: Wolf

If I said,"I Love You"
I wonder what you'd say?
Would you turn and stare at me
or would you look away?
.
If I said,"I need you",
Would you say you need me too?
Or would it just confuse you
and you wouldn't know what to do.

If I said."you broke my heart"
would you ask me why?
No you'd just tune me out
and not listen to me cry

If I said,"I want to die"
would you even care at all?
or would you just walk on by
and watch me as I fall.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

I Like a Look of Agony

like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—

The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.

A Word to Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

When I Loved You by: Wolf

The Hopeless Hoped
The Faithless Believed
The deaf could Hear
The blind could See

Miracles Happened
Dreams came True
The Depressed got happy
When I loved you

Suffocation by: Kayla

Cut off my breathing,
Leave me to die.
Slit my wrists
Bleed me dry.
Take my sanity,
Make me insane.
Take me for a fool
'Cause I played your game.
Leave me here in the dark
To pick up the pieces.
I can't stop the pain,
My heartbeat ceases.
There's nothing left for you to take,
Now in my grave I lie.
You caused my heart to break
And you can't see the tears I cry.

Seek Not My Heart by: Kit McCallum

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

Warped & Twisted by: Leslie Kissire

Harsh words & violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody knows.
Eyes are open, hands are fisted,
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted.
So any tricks, so many lies,
Too many when's too many why's.
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted.
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent dream.
Call my mind, the numbers unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped & twisted.
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at all the invisible blood i've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much i'm warped & twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty, hollow
Todays just yesterdays tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted,
I'm still me, warped & twisted.

Song of the Open Road

I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.

Lenore

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
  Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
  And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
  See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
  Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
  An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
  A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

  "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
  And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
  How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung
  By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue
  That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"

  Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
  Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
  The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
  Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy
       bride.
  For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
  The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
  The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.

  "Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-
  From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-
  From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of
       Heaven!
  Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
  Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
  And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,
  But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!"

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
         In a kingdom by the sea,
   That a maiden there lived whom you may know
         By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
   And this maiden she lived with no other thought
         Than to love and be loved by me.

   I was a child and she was a child,
         In this kingdom by the sea;
   But we loved with a love that was more than love-
         I and my Annabel Lee;
   With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
         Coveted her and me.

   And this was the reason that, long ago,
         In this kingdom by the sea,
   A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
         My beautiful Annabel Lee;
   So that her highborn kinsman came
         And bore her away from me,
   To shut her up in a sepulchre
         In this kingdom by the sea.

   The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
         Went envying her and me-
   Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
         In this kingdom by the sea)
   That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
         Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

   But our love it was stronger by far than the love
         Of those who were older than we-
         Of many far wiser than we-
   And neither the angels in heaven above,
         Nor the demons down under the sea,
   Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

   For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
   And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
   And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
         In the sepulchre there by the sea,
         In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poetry Blog

Ok so I have a book club blog and a blog about my life. So I decided to make a blog about my other passion, poetry. I know no one want to read my poems ,but too bad for you. I'm also going to post poems by other people, be they classics or just poems I like.