ICY GODDESS
February 7th 2007 00:10
pain reaches up from heart to throat,
Do not forget me....
I did not forget you, I moved on
Laughter.
Darkness. It grows.
with no one to hold me,
I turn back to the cold Goddess
with her embrace of thorns,
hold me tight, for I am afraid.
Then be close to me, I am fear itself
I struggle to fight my urges,
urges to rave, change and shake
the worlds of those about me
an abomination of creation.
Oh, hold me
I'll never let go
supposed to be so easy
when you realize you are only afraid of -
Yourself
it all goes round and round
making waste
until the waste consumes us all
evil is the strongest
it is the divine plan
it will eat us all
knowing this, I still try to fight
become part of the flow,
but I do not want to........
I just want her icy embrace
her soft words
her protection.
What will spur me to life?
So far, she is seductive
who can deny one,
who is so persuasive?
how can I deny her,
when I try for them, and try and try
and they trip me
who catches me?
Its easy to see where my faith lies
In the breast of one who cares
Depression! My Icy Goddess!
What would I do without you?
hold my hand, no need to guide,
for we go nowhere, only into each other
she asks nothing of me,
she does not punish me
she does not ask me
to punish myself
she just wants me to stay......
And I stay.
Next installment of this poem coming soon....Im finally feeling confident enough from everyones encouragement to get out my really controversal stuff that NO ONE has ever read. I apologise for comments and posts coming up more than once, this laptop hates me....
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Comment by Wendi
Without trying to give myself props or shameless plugs, I've a feeling you can relate well to one of my musings, so I'm sharing with you here, if you don't mind. (I hope that's not poor etiquette)
-Words from Nowhere-
Black and blue,
it may be true -
my heart is bruised and torn in bits.
This I knew
but still I flew
when Wind would throw her angry fits.
Slightly tethered,
more than weathered,
I clung unto that thing called hope.
Never heard
I wrote my words
and braided them into a rope
to which I'd hold
when the world grew cold
and darkness scoffed and laughed at me.
Hate would scold -
but my words were told
and the rope that held me set me free.
Blessings,
W
Comment by Wendi
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
The internet is fab from that point of view - you can say exactly how you feel and don`t have to worry about the repercussions (within reason of course as this is a nice little community).
hope you find some light
ash
Comment by katyzzz
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These darknesses are not part of my being, but I witness that they are part of yours. Words desert me, the best I can come up with is to say I'm sorry and hang in there, lest the dark forces consume you.
Love and stuff [as Mrs. M would say]
katyzzz
Comment by Lilla
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I know this Goddess well. She visits every month - four days before, de-day... you know what I mean... an she is mean and causes me the most horrible 'death shivers' - so as to make my pray to not die, this time... but go on for another. I feel like I will never be able to warm up... and,
It's getting worse,
.. as I enter the big pause ...
but hopefully that will cause
her to thaw a bit.
Not chomp and spit,
more?
glad there is to be more,
and again, that I'm not alone...
Lilla ...