Little Girl Spite / Old Man Depression / What am I? / My Malignant enemy
Misery / I Am
 

Little Girl Spite

She's the dark that lurks beyond the grey
The little redhead girl at play
With cold steel concealed behind her back
Smile outstretching, waiting to attack
to plunge her weapon into you
Your mirror image stuck like glue
to that piece of you behind the grey
That nasty child who wont go away.

© 2002, Bex

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Old Man Depression

Old man Depression sits in his chair
moaning and groaning and claiming despair.
Weary of sitting to idle to stand
he sits in the corner wringing his hands.

He came to visit me three years ago.
I fear that his passing is dreadfully slow
unwilling to let go and clinging to Bex.
I wonder who's door will let him in next?

© 2002, Bex
(Does anyone find poems just fall out of your head and write themselves?.)

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What Am I

A body turned cold,
No fire in it's eyes
A soul that was sold,
For the truth in the lies.


Stripped out, torn and broken,
A husk of something gone
Childhood's innocence swept away
By terror fast and strong


Lift it's eyes up to your face
Look deep into it's mind
See the ugly, harrowed place
Turn away, and wish you're blind.

A mouth forever screaming
For the end that never comes.
The vengeful hate kept steaming
Looking for those who are to blame.


Know then, that this body is mine
This shell, of skin, and bone.
So decayed it's almost divine
With a jewelled heart. Of stone.

I never wanted to live,
But I never want to die,
Trapped in limbo, with nothing to give
Dear God, just what am I?

© 1993 - 1999, Peter Truman
(This man has a million more poems...click on the link above)

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Malignant Enemies

It's a gripping, grinding wrenching monster
It's the ripened demon from within
Fattened on lies and swollen with lust
Devouring the poisonous 'friends' that I trust

It burns, it reels and grows within me
I can't let it out and I can't let it rest
Citing all others as provocation
Leading my soul to emaciation

Why betrayal? Why no feeling for my pain?
Your hearts are of stone and without emotion
Dislocated from your brain

You uncaring, heartless, treacherous two
I have lost my trust, I have lost my friends
I cannot sleep, but must remember
You take my pain to infernal ends

Why betrayal? Why no feelings for my pain?
My heart is bruised, my heart is broken
Dislocated from my brain

The demon stalking deep within me is
My malignant enemy.

© 1995, Bex
(I don't write many anymore. Probably just as well...good therapy though...)

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Misery

When you wake from a nightmare and your heart is empty...
that is what I am.

When no one else in the world cares, not even you...
that is who I am.

When you've lost all reason and there is nothing left...
that is me.

I am the darkness in your heart and soul. The emptiness in your life.

The meaninglessness that creeps around you like a shadow in the night.

I am Misery.

By Someone else

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I Am

I am a daisy squashed inside a clump of fellow flowers,
Gazing brightly upwards to the sun,
Never shall you see me all alone.
A single solitary figure I am not,
Forever dwelling amongst a crowd.
My will is strong, I will not be disposed of easily. Even when my flower Has been plucked from my stalk,
my roots remain to grow again.

I am a table. A sturdy structure on which you can rely,
Solidly I stand, bearing the weights of others upon my back,
Not once do I complain, but boldly do I remain steadfast.

I am a book. Wisdom stamped on every page, knowledge,
Fact or fiction. Time after time I am referred to,
each time I help to the best of my ability,
my opinions never changing.
Never shall I lie or give a biased view.
I speak the words that I believe to be the truth.
I am not prejudice, all are equal in my eyes.

I am a cat, independent, confident and proud.
When angered I will act with force. Bristling with annoyance,
Showing my displeasure to the world.
With tooth and claw I will defend myself and my beliefs.
When pleased I will purr with delight, bringing laughter and
Love to all that I am near, causing all unease to disappear.

I am green. The colour of fresh new grass springing randomly
From the earth. The hills and trees and leaves are all in me.
Lush countryside and calm seas course around my body through
My veins. Serenity and beauty fill my heart.

And I am a snowflake, swirling, twirling,
floating from the sky.
Icy cold but feather soft. No two alike, individual and original.
Never will there be another one of me.

1995, Black Widdow