This_Thing_Called_Vengeance

Hey Poeteers :) Thought I'd make up a poem on the spot for the heck of it:), hope yuh dig it:)

This_Thing_Called_Vengence

I played along for a while;
Until I had forgotten how to smile.
I realised I was hollow;
My heart had been swallowed.
My emotions were put to sleep;
All that I felt was scripted defeat.
Faux love, faux desire;
Yet you washed away the sparks before there was fire.
You put me in a state of mind;
Where only you acted so kind.
Decieved my naive soul, took it as your fool;
Drowned me in my own ignorance pool.
Built up your empire of pretence;
Behind the mountain of lies hid my beaten conscience.
Honesty was a foreign language to you;
Nothing but facades, nothing was true.
I dug up my dignity and stole back my heart;
Left my ignorance behind, that blinded me in the start.
Carved out your black, ice heart and left a joker card;
That's all that you ever were in that ice heart.
A joker who found lying as your sadistic game;
Never bothered to feel any shame.
So while you epitomise pretence;
I shall play my game, This Thing Called Vengeance!

-Saara

M_A_G_N_I_F_Y_I_N_G__G_L_A_S_S

Hey fellow poet lovers <3 Thought I'd post a poem that is featured in the story I'm writing. It's about a different, rather foreign theme for a change: L_O_V_E
I hope Yuh guys dig it:)

M_A_G_N_I_F_Y_I_N_G__G_L_A_S_S

You see pass my flaws;

Pass my insecurities.

You see pass the rumors;

Pass the hatred spread stories.

You see pass all of my issues;

Pass my past.

You see pass what they read in the news;

Pass the magnifying glass.

You see pass my wall of resistance;

Pass my headstrong persona.

You see pass my persistence;

Pass my emotional trauma.

You see pass the bleak contrast;

Pass the negativity.

You see pass the magnifying glass;

You see me.

-Saara

S E A R C H_f o r_M E A N I N G

Hey Guys I dug this poem up in my documents and I hope yuh like it :)

S E A R C H_f o r_M E A N I N G

Raindrops are like tears;

Seconds feel like years.

A poke feels like a stab;

Self-control seems impossible to grab.

Love seems like hate;

A lifetime feels like a long wait.

Death seems more like life;

A feather feels like a knife.

My soul is like a dark, silent, bottomless pit;

Waiting for some light to be lit.

My heart is a rock, sinking to the bottom of my soul;

Hidden at the bottom, nestled into a dark hole.

On this journey through suffer and strife;

I still continue to find my meaning in life.

By: Saara Mowlana