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StressThe unbearable weight,
it crushes me,
holds me down under it.
I try to stand, to rise,
only to fall to my knees once more.
I feel as if someone swept
my feet out from under me.
And there's no one to help me,
no hand reaching,
no arms holding me up.
Feeling so alone,
even among a crowd of friends.
It's not right, I shouldn't feel
this way, this trapped.
It's almost as if I were stuck,
sealed in a coffin, the dirt holding me in.
I'm unseen, unheard.
Trying to be the strong one,
when all I want to do is break down.
To cry and sob and scream,
to let everything out.
For once, I want to be the weak one,
not the c

Sleep ForeverJust want to close my eyes,
want to sleep forever.
Let me escape this pain,
and all the misery surrounding me.
Let all the doubt and
self recriminations melt,
like the ice in late Spring.
I want to let the dark
embrace me,
envelop me,
let it hold me like a lover,
close to the heart.
Either swallow me up,
or avenge me.
Protect me from the outside,
protect me from myself.
Take me away from here,
somewhere far away,
where I can be free,
or let me sleep forever.

Eternally YoursAt times it seems as if
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
Eternally

The Phantom QueenRaven marked, wolf-bit.
She has set Her sights on me.
Ever is She behind me,
lurking in the shadows.
It will not be Her graceful gentility
I shall see,
but Her cold, dark embrace
I shall feel.
The Phantom Queen calls to me.
I am bound to follow Her,
all the way to the Otherworld.
My flat refusals of Her
are to no avail.
The Morrighan believes in me,
and now it is Her I believe in.
She has washed my armor,
with Her own pale hands.
Only this morning
did I happen upon
the mournful scene.
A baleful look,
in Her dark eyes,
fixed me to the spot.
I could not look away,
morbidly seeing every detail,
removing all d

Conversations With The DeadIt's always the same,
every time we talk,
or rather...
every time -I- talk.
You never say a thing.
Nothing to contribute.
I don't think you even listen,
but then I don't know
that you can hear me...
can you?
On and on, it seems I babble,
starting with hello.
There's never a response.
I tell you how my day went,
all the latest gossip,
all my stellar achievements,
all the crushing blows.
Still there's nothing from you,
as if you were nothing
more than a statue.
Anyone who saw me,
would think me mad,
or talking to myself.
It's rather hard to continue
this...non-relationship?
One way streets are fine,
for car

Finally YoursWe've spent so much time...
so far apart,
longing for each other's touch,
waiting for any chance to talk,
worrying if the other was true,
wondering if our feelings were real.
So many lonely days and nights,
only able to speak through wires.
The sound of your voice,
makes my heart take wing,
and alleviates the darkness,
that which holds me in fear
each moment we're apart...
So many fears,
would you still want me?
when will we be together?
But all that fades away,
at this, the magic moment
we've waited for, so long.
No longer separated by thousands of miles.
Able to touch, to see, to hear
for ourselves at long last

Living In The PastIt still seems so real to me.
All I have to do is close my eyes.
And I can hear your laugh,
the soft words you
used only with me.
The little growl in your voice.
Our song plays behind me,
reminding me of brighter days,
bringing the past back to life.
The joy I felt,
when you said you loved me.
Stolen moments, all alone,
everyone looking for us.
They tried so hard,
wanting to barge in,
jealous of what we had.
Your arms around me,
lips on mine.
The magic I felt with each touch.
Now, with my eyes closed,
I can still hear you,
I can still feel you,
I can still smell you.
Even though,
I know the truth.
You

An Awkward DanceYou bow, I curtsy.
Our initial greeting.
The music begins to play.
Glove to glove,
our hands touch.
Careful not to touch
skin to skin,
forbidden to us now.
Candlelight flickers,
shimmering off my hair,
making it seem like fire.
The dance makes us sway,
swirling about
one another.
The other couples
gaze with longing into
each others eyes,
yet we avoid that part.
Balancing on the edge
of the music,
like the sharpness of a blade.
Both denying the knife
that twists in our hearts,
but which is telling the truth?
The music stops,
you bow, I curtsy,
and once more we part.

Your WordsA touch, a kiss, a smile.
Your words, encouraging.
Constantly telling me,
how wonderful,
how beautiful,
how talented,
I am.
But am I really?
Or is it just how you see me?
So many moments,
just us two,
no one else around.
You cuddle me,
you kiss me,
you hold me.
Each moment precious.
You say you love me,
every chance you get.
But do you really?
Or is just what you think I want to hear?
How will I ever know?
I guess I'll just have to
take it on faith,
and hope you don't break me.

If I Knew There Was A ChanceI would have scoured the earth,
looking for you,
torn apart every hideout,
destroyed every secret.
There is no where I would not have gone.
Fine clothes, fine cars,
mean nothing,
everything is empty,
songs are hollow.
I am merely an empty shell,
carrying on the tasks of breathing,
pretending I still live,
even though I am dead inside.
Food has lost it's flavor,
there is no color to anything,
the world, without you,
is stark and cold.
Everything seems so dead.
And still I long for you,
I would have followed you anywhere,
even across the veil,
if I knew there was a chance,
however small,
that you might st

Prayer to The MorrighanSkald crow, battle raven,
fly with my words to your Mistress,
The Washer at the Ford,
mother of the Bean Sidhe.
Bring back her favor,
and let us know,
who will live,
and who will die.
She who is patron to
our hotblooded youth,
those who revel and bask
in Her glory.
Goddess of Battle,
Goddess of the Otherworld,
The Phantom Queen.
Who will wear the armor,
which you have washed,
with your own two hands?
Guide and Guardian of Kings,
Great Queen of Magic.
Which face will you show today?
Will you be the crone,
filled with wisdom and death,
or the unnatural beauty,
who fires us to glory,
which will wait at

Gone -Writing prompt 2-Last night I dreamt...
of the day we met,
the courtship that followed,
of our wedding day.
All the happy memories,
which warmed me as I slept.
But when I awoke...
even the sun outside
could not dispell the gloom,
surrounding what was once
our happy home.
Each morning, I awake,
in our bed,
alone, so alone...
Missing your touch,
your smile,
missing the laughter that
so easily graced your deep eyes.
I miss the way you looked at me.
And each morning,
the realization hits me
like a burning arrow to my heart,
you're gone...

No SoundI feel like I'm screaming,
yet there's no sound.
The night is so silent,
I want to rip it apart.
Something has to hurt
as deeply as I do.
You promised you'd
never leave me behind.
You swore you wouldn't.
I know you didn't mean to,
but you lied to me.
Three years have passed,
and the pain is still fresh,
still so raw at times.
I know I shouldn't be,
it's not rational,
but I'm so angry at you,
for dying.
I'm so angry with myself,
for not being able to do anything.
How could you leave us?
Are you out there watching?
Do you see the agony
in our hearts?
If I scream loud enough,
can you hear me across the veil

Good ByeIt still seems so hard for me to believe.
It's been almost a decade and an half,
a fortnight, only in years, rather than days.
Since I last heard your laugh,
last saw your smile.
Sharp humor, and a sharper tongue.
A heart of gold in a steel package.
My idol, who I so desperately wanted to please,
and so unerringly seemed to fail.
The adventurous one, the brash woman.
You never seemed to know fear,
you hid your sorrows well.
I only ever witnessed your joy,
your anger and your disappointment.
I didn't get to see you that one last time.
I never got to say goodbye, or that I loved you.
There were merely pictures and a

AnguishThere is so much I want to say,
so much I feel I need to say.
And yet, words seem so hollow.
The simple elegance is tarnished,
the skill we once shared, weakened.

A chain has been broken.
Something precious, stolen.
I cannot find the rhyme or reason.
All I know is what was taken,
cannot be replaced, cannot be repaired.

I prayed, long and hard.
I wept, pleading, begging for a miracle.
Unfortunately it was not to be granted.
Perhaps a greater need elsewhere
called and took what was ours.

It is not easy, I cannot let go.
Even now, it is a harsh, cold dream,
stealing the warmth from my soul,
taking all the comfort

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Alone..People all around me,
voices loud and raucous,
rambling about things.
And yet, I'm sitting in the dark,
almost alone,
my thoughts a million miles away.
So much on my mind.
Almost more than I can bear.
How much more bad news must I take?
How much more bad luck must I stand?
Wanting to be able to cast everything aside.
Just to walk free from care through the crowd.
To live my life, on my terms,
no one else's.
Right now, I'm here.
Surrounded by people,
yet all alone.

Which Mirror?A thousand thoughts.
A million doubts.
I know what I see.
It's so different,
from what they see.
I know what I think.
It's so different,
from what they think.
I look in the mirror,
and I see ..
me..
staring back..
I listen to them,
and hear of this person..
I cannot believe I am..
A thousand thoughts,
A million doubts.

DoubtsPoison, coursing through my veins,
I feel it burning in each artery.
A thousand arrows,
A million darts,
each aimed at me,
My heart,
My soul.
Swiftly they strike.
Pinpricks of agony.
A moment of panic.
My body locks.
I cannot move.
I cannot breathe.
I cannot think.
Merely lay there,
frozen.

False or TrueMost do not realize,
there is a subtle difference between,
the ones who say,
"I'm sorry"
"You're in my thoughts."
"I'm praying for you"
paying lip service with hollow words,
and the ones who truly mean it.
There's more than inflection,
a gesture, a tone,
something that carries through
whether spoken or written,
The honesty,
the sincerity,
the integrity.

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Judgemental

by ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf, Jan 20, 2010, 9:12:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Caged, like a wild animal,
afraid to leave the house.
Accused of things,
I've not done.
All the stress is killing me,
eating me alive, bit by bit.
You hound me,
harassing me
like a dog with a hare.
I've done nothing to you,
and yet you persecute me,
say vile things about me
behind my back.
You call me a freak,
because of who I know.
Look inside yourself,
you are not as blameless
as you'd like others to think.
Judging me is your sin.
Without facts, without proof.
Vague assumptions,
veiled threats.
I have to wonder,
what is behind all this?
Your own fear?
Your own guilt?
There is nothing
in what you think you know
that holds any truth.
It would not stand up
to the light of truth.
Yet you will not allow any light
to touch your darkened
feeble minds.
Preferring to spread lies,
not caring what harm you do.

Judgementalby ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

©2010-2013 ~Faoiltiarna-Wolf

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~SoulSlayer2 Nov 14, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

Hey I really like this. I wrote a poem kind of from another perspective of this topic, do you think you could read it? I'd really like to know what you would think of it, whether its good or bad.

Heres the link for it

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Thanks

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Nov 14, 2010

Thank you! And I liked it, a bit different from mine, but then I was writing about the neighbors who keep calling the police on us with false complaints..

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*Valedhelven Jan 28, 2010

Where is he - I'll slap him around for you

Or maybe I could send a particularly nasty cookie his way...

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Jan 28, 2010

Actually, it's a he and she... a set of our neighbors are persecuting us..

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*Valedhelven Jan 28, 2010

Oh, sheesh - I hate that! We had neighbors like that once - was SO glad we finally moved away!

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*motherearth01 Jan 21, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

This is so very true!Why do people do these things to others.How does one fix this? Very well written.

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Jan 21, 2010

Because people are cruel creatures.. And thank you!

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*motherearth01 Jan 21, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

Yeah,so cruel that sometimes you would like to shake them until thier head hurts.

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~Faoiltiarna-Wolf Jan 21, 2010

Yeah, unfortunately... I can't do that.. much as I want to.

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*motherearth01 Jan 21, 2010 Professional Digital Artist

Lol,I agree.

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