Cogari
Bluelighter
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- May 19, 2017
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Hi everyone, just putting my toe in the water really, I'm going to share with you two poems I wrote a while ago. I don't pretend to be good, I'm just an amateur, make a few pieces when I'm emotional, or drunk, or high. Here we go, hopefully they aren't too awful:
Whitstable Shore:
I find being alone quite like the sea
Salty, shallow, heaps of salt and sentiment dumped upon the earth
Tones of apathy, shame, and regret all around a bitter foam.
I feel that were I more of a man
I could be better, in another life perhaps
I could be more
Yet, as I see the ones I love
Follow greater paths, follow more meaningful choices
Or lesser ones, see people pass beyond the horizon
It is not me
Too afraid
Too weak
Too solitary
Too lacking
To make my own odyssey, to sail to shores unknown
I will always watch creatures horrifically beautiful, or beautifully horrifying
Pass out of reach.
It is my destiny to see beings go beyond the horizon
While I struggle to see my own sun
The End:
I see the end
Undignified, alone, in pain
And yet, to give in is worthless.
No gift is like life
And I have no plans of squandering it
Pain hurts, what of it?
At least it’s not the disgusting halt of living
I will crawl, scream, beg at night
Lose dignity, pride and modesty
Just to beg for more life.
“Fate or God is not finished with me yet!”
We simply read the hand we are dealt
I don’t have to be happy about it.
I would love to be beautiful and whole
Not cunning and crippled.
But, at least I actually value life
At least I can love, and can be kind.
I do right for myself, for the hope of heaven, for honour
Things dead in this time, but immortal in the hearts of those who will remember me
I will die young
But not forgotten. Even a fool’s errand
May move the hearts of some
Deep down, I feel I at least did enough to not be nothing
And no matter my pain, at least I lived and loved, and learned
I struggled, bowed to no man, spoke when no one else would
I did everything for those I loved, forged myself into my own figure
The only thing to say is:
I am alive world: fuck you in the ass.
When I fall, It will be surrounded by a host
Of small victories, of friends and family
White lilies, surrounding a stagnant pond.
Fields of gold my soul did not deserve.
I fought every day of my life, I never wasted a second
I knew the worth of every flower
I felt the joy of every lullaby
I saw the wealth of what I held in my hands
At least I can say before I die
I was gifted with life, I was privileged to meet great men and women
And you never have to remind me of it.
I saw the beauty in you long before it was convenient to say it
I just wish I was worthy of you.
If I wasn’t, please know that I tried.
And I never stopped
Never will
Every night I see the lilies coming closer to me.
Every night, I thank the powers above for the gift in you Gods gave to me
Thanks for your time everyone :D
Whitstable Shore:
I find being alone quite like the sea
Salty, shallow, heaps of salt and sentiment dumped upon the earth
Tones of apathy, shame, and regret all around a bitter foam.
I feel that were I more of a man
I could be better, in another life perhaps
I could be more
Yet, as I see the ones I love
Follow greater paths, follow more meaningful choices
Or lesser ones, see people pass beyond the horizon
It is not me
Too afraid
Too weak
Too solitary
Too lacking
To make my own odyssey, to sail to shores unknown
I will always watch creatures horrifically beautiful, or beautifully horrifying
Pass out of reach.
It is my destiny to see beings go beyond the horizon
While I struggle to see my own sun
The End:
I see the end
Undignified, alone, in pain
And yet, to give in is worthless.
No gift is like life
And I have no plans of squandering it
Pain hurts, what of it?
At least it’s not the disgusting halt of living
I will crawl, scream, beg at night
Lose dignity, pride and modesty
Just to beg for more life.
“Fate or God is not finished with me yet!”
We simply read the hand we are dealt
I don’t have to be happy about it.
I would love to be beautiful and whole
Not cunning and crippled.
But, at least I actually value life
At least I can love, and can be kind.
I do right for myself, for the hope of heaven, for honour
Things dead in this time, but immortal in the hearts of those who will remember me
I will die young
But not forgotten. Even a fool’s errand
May move the hearts of some
Deep down, I feel I at least did enough to not be nothing
And no matter my pain, at least I lived and loved, and learned
I struggled, bowed to no man, spoke when no one else would
I did everything for those I loved, forged myself into my own figure
The only thing to say is:
I am alive world: fuck you in the ass.
When I fall, It will be surrounded by a host
Of small victories, of friends and family
White lilies, surrounding a stagnant pond.
Fields of gold my soul did not deserve.
I fought every day of my life, I never wasted a second
I knew the worth of every flower
I felt the joy of every lullaby
I saw the wealth of what I held in my hands
At least I can say before I die
I was gifted with life, I was privileged to meet great men and women
And you never have to remind me of it.
I saw the beauty in you long before it was convenient to say it
I just wish I was worthy of you.
If I wasn’t, please know that I tried.
And I never stopped
Never will
Every night I see the lilies coming closer to me.
Every night, I thank the powers above for the gift in you Gods gave to me
Thanks for your time everyone :D
