My Poetry Part 7 - Greatest Foe, This City is a Prison, and More
Written by Teresita Blanco (The Artsy Sister)
Greatest Foe
Night Cannot forgive
The sins of yesterday,
One cannot live
No more ,this way.
Such pain and sorrow
Cannot be stripped,
Your heart lies
In justice’s grip!
The Pain of Yesterday
Cannot be forgotten today,
Your cold eyes hides the pain
Of that ill fated day.
I cannot heal your gloom.
You are now doomed,
You are your greatest foe.
This City is a Prison
Tomorrow we rise
Again to drink
The pavements’ dust.
Our lungs,
They are tar.
Each breath
Is hard,
To take in.
My soul lies in chains!
These golden links
Have turned to iron.
This burning prison
Burns bright crimson.
My dead desires
Have now risen!
To call me “liar”.
Behind this mask
Lies my twisted face,
The one I left corrupted.
I now lie prostrated,
Struggling for one last breath.
This city is a horror to me,
My soul flinches
Beneath its whip!
My morals lie discarded,
My honor forgotten!!
This city is a Prison!!
This Heart Was Born Old
This heart has never
Known true sorrow,
Never once.
Some call me cold,
But I am old.
My soul has withered.
My heart is bitter.
This heart has known
Since the first day
That “all” was won,
By others sweat,
By others neck.
This heart has never
Known true horror,
It was born cold,
It was born old.
Always living, forever dying.
Insomnia
I am so tired
And the bed
Looks so inviting.
Sleepless nights have changed me.
My legs cannot hold me.
My eyes close over me.
My eyes grow tired
And the bed
Looks so inviting.
This insomnia consumes me, devours me.
Faceless shadows
Waltz before me,
They sing, they purr
A soft calling.
This curse hold me, unforgiving.
My limbs grow numb,
And the bed looks so inviting.
My heart beats slow,
And the Bed looks so inviting.
This sleep, this curse…
And the bed looks so inviting.
Eyes
My woe knows no beginning,
It just seems eternal.
This scorn haunts me.
Day and Night!
I still see
Those vengeful eyes…
The water I drink
Has become bitter.
I hear this voice
That calls me killer.
My morals are dead.
I had no choice,
Avert those cruel eyes.
They pierce me like daggers.
Authority
Your voice is just,
An echo of mine.
Your sight cannot
Reach beyond my horizon.
I know your thoughts;
They are the same as mine.
Just obey, just obey…
Dance, puppet, dance .
You’re my hand,
You’re my blood,
My breath, my life.
Beyond these waters
There is nothing, but I.
Silence these horrors,
They are nothing, but lies.
Disobey, Disobey, Disobey
And you will learn, learn!
Crush this germ!
Crush this germ!
You will not survive!
This free will
Will bring you ill.
Let me heal you,
Let me kill you.
You will not survive,
Disobey, Disobey
And you’ll… die!
Nostalgia
I have been dreaming of home.
There so much clarity.
I see those green walls,
That grassy carpet.
So, so clear, swallowing me up.
Such dreamy days
Passed with many joys.
How far away they seem.
My hands begin to tremble.
As I raise this bitter cup.
Oh, how far away those days seem to me!!
My Ambition
Happy is the man
Without ambition,
The one with no conviction.
To gaze only
At things at arm’s length…
Oh, the joys, joy!
And woe to those
Who choose
This cross I carry.
I cannot bear it,
If only I could
Discard this burden.
Alone
The silence told
Of a strange face,
Of a strange place.
Where all was one,
Where there was none.
It’s in this void
Where there’s no day,
Where there’s no pain.
I found day,
I found pain.
My heart is cold,
No one hold me, no more.
SongBird
I cannot find,
The will to hide
This shame, this pain.
It’s the mask
That I bear.
In my chest, my chest.
My eyes are crimson,
Let me out of this prison!!
My wings, have been plucked,
In this cage, I sing my final song!!
Loathsome
Think what you like,
But I will not forgive
And do not think I will ever forget!!
That face, such disgusting eyes
And your terrible breath…
I claw at your eyes,
I hiss at your face.
Beware! My heart is taken.
You are have been mistaken.
I am not yours
Of this be sure.
These crystal eyes do not lie.
This silver tongue has sung
Be gone, Be gone!
Victory
The root of all desires
Is Apollo’s lire,
Never has victory
Been so sweet, so bitter.
Chain
I cannot find
The will to hide my face.
Keep the serpent hidden!!
Keep the lion full!!
I cannot forgive you, forget you.
Mist
You may never
Know my name.
My face is a mist to you.
The last time I saw you,
You wore my name
In your warm lips.
They have forgotten
My breath, my song, lips.
It is all a mist to you.
You never learned my name.
Song
My song has reached
All new heights,
You better beware
For it is coming down!
Down to curse your name!
You should beware
Of dark corners,
Nemesis rises against you all.
Her song hisses
Like a furnace!!
My fury lives,
Toward mercy she seeks, oh she seeks.
She will engrave your name
Into a marble plate!
For Nemesis is her name!!
Sorrowful Viges
I drank the poisoned chalice;
The malady lies in my veins.
They turn their gaze from my pain!
All my friends are gone.
I cannot forgive
And I will never forget!
I will make you regret
Turning your back on me!
The curse that I now wear,
Is more than I can bear.
My past life was just a dream,
No one is here, to hear my scream!
Desperation surges,
As I remember my past urges.
I cannot dream of a new tomorrow!
For now, it is all pain and sorrow…
This Sheep Will Shed
You are all mistaken,
This sheep has fangs.
Since the day I was born,
I have always worn.
Gentle wool
To fool…
You cannot help me,
You cannot save me.
This sheep will keep silent.
Her fangs and claws, she’ll hide it.
When the moon becomes full,
This sheep will shed her wool.
Curse
I need a place to begin
Pouring my soul.
What a foolish word,
For my intangible woe.
Soul, Soul, my lonely companion.
Take me away, away, away
To the place I long for.
If I could just shed
These rotten chains.
Then maybe I would,
learn to walk again.
Help rise beyond tomorrow,
Help me escape this sorrow,
My soul, my one true friend.
Empty
In the beginning,
All was empty.
God to make
Himself full.
Created mankind
The ultimate fool;
In his image,
In his likeness.
A being as empty
And impassive
As himself.
Mankind to fill
Their emptiness
Created THIS!!
This feeling of lethargy
Consumes me,
Haunts me,
The thing that once
Gave me pleasure
Has become bitter to me.
All roads lead to heaven.
All paths lead to hell.
The empty soil calls me, Beckons me,
What was it all for?
Why did I live?
Why did I survive?
There is no reason, really.
Another empty face, to fill up space.
Inside an empty world.
Inside an empty universe.
My Friends
If the sky falls,
They blame us.
Earthquakes?
They’re our faults.
Tsunamis? They are all me!
Everything, Everything!!
For everything
They blame us.
I am tired of their hatred.
I am tired of cold shoulders.
All my good is bad.
All my sins are wicked.
If the sky falls,
Then you know
Whom to blame.
I lighting strikes you,
Then, I am your Zeus.
For all your hatred
I cannot help,
But pity you,
My friend.
To find your joys
In my torment;
Is a path
That I would
Never take.
Take my heed, my friend.
A life without love,
Just hate, kills your soul.
Take heed, my friend.
Before it is too late.
The Scars
I cannot forget
The nightmare of yesterday.
It burns a path before me.
Even if I could forget.
The scars of yesterday
Would still remain.
Distrust
This pain keeps me alive,
Even if inside
I am already dead.
I cannot forgive, nor forget.
The memory of that day
Keeps my love at bay.
All I see,
Is distrust, pain, hate.
I cannot escape
From this nightmare.
For all my efforts,
I cannot seem to heal
This bleeding wound
Deep in my chest.
It will not stop bleeding;
Until, I am truly dead.
Forget Myself
I grown tired of tomorrow,
My Muse lies dead.
What was once
A hopeful beginning,
Has now met
A tragic end.
Bored, bored, with my life, myself.
Cold, cold, cold, my heart no longer
Pumps blood into my veins.
In the end I see,
There is nothing left for myself.
I have grown very tired.
Of a world that won’t let me retire.
I truly, wish that I could forget myself.
Loneliness
The rose or the horse,
I care not to choose.
My pride and my desire for self indulgence;
Has killed me, and all my prudence.
Where to go?
The horse lies not in the mountain!!
Where to go?
The flower fields have withered.
All that I see
Is a city filled
With emptiness.
There I cannot hope
Of curing my loneliness.
All that I long for All that I hope for
Is a white rose Is for one last ride
To plant in my bed until I am dead.
My Ghost
Last night,
I had a dream
Where I was dead.
The ground swallowed
Me,
As the maggots devoured
Me.
Such a vivid dream
Still Haunts me.
As I gazed into the morning sun,
I heard a strange, old song.
“In life, you must live
Like the “dead” ones.
Only then, you can be free…
To love everyone.”
The dead have no regrets.
Their life is set a done.
But, even if they are gone.
There remains a specter.
Yesterday, I saw my ghost
Speaking lies by tons.
He told me
That I was dead,
That my life was gone.
He filled me with so much regret.
He made me realize
That life still pulses
Within these empty veins.
“To be free
You must kill
Your “own”.
Only then, you
Might become
Someone of worth.
The lies they fed you
Have destroyed you.”
Love
So, I do not know love?
How arrogant of you
To imagine that I
Cannot grasp
Such a simple emotion.
How foolish!
Better to spit
On me now
And be done with it.
Oh, I know love…
I see it in the eyes
Of a phantom
That lights a burning cross.
I heard it,
In the vain, disdains
Of a pretty blonde skeleton.
I smelled it,
In the floating
Incense of an empty church.
I felt it,
In the vibrations
Of your cold steel.
I tasted it,
In my own
Bitter tears.
Fragment
Bitter was the pill
I was force to swallow.
This medicine did not heal me.
It burned me,
It cursed me.
