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Friday, June 15, 2012

Death is Easy


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I'm frustrated and alone
While you dwindle on your throne
I'm understanding and loyal, waiting for our time
Forever wishing you were mine

I'm never selfish or nasty but I'm beginning to fade
Wondering how long it will take for 'us' to be made
Patience is a virtue but to me it's a curse
Before long I'll be waiting, lying in my Hearse

Death feels easy when I'm separated from you
Loneliness, nausea and hunger for my soul mate, to name a few
Are all the things I'm experiencing now
Everyone can see the pain in my eyes as I subtly frown

Excess attention I get from others
As I try to keep our secret covered
I'm fed up of waiting and soon I'll scream
The truth, knowing this action is nothing but cruel and mean

What else am I expected to do?
When all I do is have love and care for you
I'll do what is best and keep my troubled mouth shut
This action, for me, is like pouring salt into a bloody and gorging cut

Pain, an aching heart, a single tear has fallen
My soul is anguished and my eyes are swollen
Nothing could have prepared me for this in life
Nothing prepares me for loves strife

Tenderly your eyes look at me
Telling me that someday you will set us free
This hope stays alive in my conflicted heart
Begging that nothing will ever tear us apart



Signed


Patricia Hilton


Love, death and Shakespeare inspired me for this poem. Nothing intrigues me more than the extent a person will go to for the one they love.


Hope you enjoyed reading my poem!


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Saturday, June 2, 2012

Prisoner of conscious

Distant from the masses 
alienated from the crowd
Disenfranchised with the norm 


Lone soul in search of something kindred
In tune with a higher spirit, On another plane
No longer entertained by the games
A spectator to all it's ills
A view from the outside much clearer
Bare witness to the crimes it commits

Judging all voluntary victims 
Willing participants swimming in shit
Forgot what the sun looked like
Accustomed to the darkness
Took a bite from the forbidden fruit 
Enjoyed the sweetest reward 
Ill gotten spoils they revel in 
Soon the bitter aftertaste of pain becomes apparent
Then they become a victim of their conscience 

The weight of sins not soon forgotten 
lay on the shoulders of the wicked
No rest for those in search of forgiveness 
Hopes of forgiveness from something higher than themselves
Looking to heaven dwelling in hell