[The wirerat]

I can feel them
Their eyes bore into me
Their thoughts oscillating
With hate or love, but never
Somewhere in that happy middle
Where neither love nor hate reside,
But indifference, which I crave
The anonymity I need, alone
So I find myself known,
And yet unknown
And let alone

[Gods*Armygirl]

Originally Posted by The wirerat

Here's to those who never believed in me
Do you believe?
Here's to those who called me names
I no longer have one
Here's to those who called me a failure
This time, I didn't fail
Here's to those who said they loved me
I never saw it
Here's to those who called themselves my friends
I wasn't worth it
Here's to those people that said I was great
You, were wrong
Here's to those who never wanted me here
You finally got your wish

I like this, but it makes me sad. It sounds like something I was trying to get out, and I did over a series of poems.

[Gods*Armygirl]

Originally Posted by The wirerat

Please RC - this maybe part one of a series of poems, so keep your eye out
Ghostly Encounter

Soft feet walk with me
Demons haunt me in my sleep
I am not alone
Voices whisper in my ear
Telling me things I already know
Wondering
Following
I have an invisible entourage
Spirits of my past
Present and my future
Reminding me
Haunting me
Dragging me down
Letting me remember
Never to forget
I existed once
I was real
Shadows flicker
As my bodyguard of reminders
Slowly marches me on
To the distant sunrise of the future
The sunset at my back
My hate behind me
My hope beside me
Meet the ghostly new day

Originally Posted by The wirerat

Be forewarned. The following poem was composed in a very short amount of time, on IRC, of all places while under the influence of an energy drink.

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
And there arose such a clatter
That I rushed to the window to see what was the matter
I took a pot shot at Santa
His beard and his grin
And I hit old Rudolph right under his chin
He fell and hit grandma
Whilst Santa wooed mom
And the children and presents
Filled up the room
Candy canes were flying
And amidst all the chatter
Wrapping was flying apart all atatter
I fired a shot, which soon stilled the room
And the children's hushed voices spoke of impending doom
I ate all the cookies
And slurped up the milk
And toasted it all to Santa and his ilk
Hopped in the sleigh
Cracking my whip over Dasher
And was off in a flash
To my favorite tavern
There the rest of Christmas Eve was spent at the bar
Drinking myself silly
Whilst off afar
Mrs. Claus was frowning at Santa in love
And the kids and their presents in bed bundled up
Such a weird Christmas I thought to myself
Whilst the bartender who served me was merely an elf
I arose from my stool, and laid down some bills
Hopped back in my sleigh
And over the hills
We flew to my house
Where I set things aright
Merry Christmas to all,
And to all, a good night.

I really like both of these. They're dark, but they show how talented you are at writing. Good job.

[Ordinary Sarah]

I really like that last one.

[The wirerat]

Don't walk through
Those gates when the fog hits
For there is a world that battles there
And the fog cloaks them
To hide their war
Human eyes
Would melt in their presence
Human bodies
Crumble to the dust they are
Like a finger
Stabbed into a chest
So sharp the pain
And then no feeling at all
Fighting a war you cannot win
With deaths you never die
...........Don't walk through
...........Those gates when the fog hits

[J_freek]

I really like the oscillation one.

[The wirerat]

I'm walking in the rain
Hoping the aspiration of the cool drops
Will help clear my head
Cars splash me
As I wander
Aimlessly

Your face haunts my dreams
Your death stains my hands,
With blood I never spilt
My pillow has become the terror
My sheets my straitjacket

Sleep has become the enemy
And my body longs to become a
Traitor to my mind. (a Benedict Arnold would do no better)
My demons, (of which you are)
Haunt me....cackling at my misery
Reaching their pitiful fingers out
Just for the chance to cause me pain

(physcologists muse) philosophers wonder
At the human mind
The blame we can produce
The blame I produce
Could kill me
and then I'd be the same as those (in literal and figurative sense)
Battered and bruised
In a war with the machine of death
Speedily consuming them and causing their demise

Just for me to find
Never tell me its their fault
I never even tried (help was impossible and improbable)
I hold back my tears and cry in the [silence]

As the light turns green and the soldiers march to war.

[J_freek]

I like it.
You have good strong wording.
And I really liked the parenthese. It was unique.

[The wirerat]

Please RC everything, title included

The road home
Is full of pain and potholes
Memories that take me by surprise
And deflate my hopes and dreams
Tell me there is another path
Tell me there is still hope
Tell me there is peace where this road leads
And if peace does not exist
Then I will travel no longer
But wait for the daylight and demons
To take me away

[The wirerat]

Footsteps echo in empty places
Yet this place is not empty
Haggard eyes watch from corners unseen
And burnt cigarettes are their only evidence
The bell tolls, from rotting timber
In a church long-forgotten
From a place long ago
The whispers of the dead speak to me
Tell me their story
The battles and wars and devastation
The unburied skeletons
Contorted with their last blows
Their strikes against the very heart of evil
Lie scattered in a graveyard
Like a funeral interrupted
The eyes follow my every move
Yet make none of their own
Their bodies are not present,
And never will be
For they are neither here nor there
Balanced on the knife edge of this world and the next
Watching and waiting for someone to remember

[mellow_yellow]

Originally Posted by The wirerat

Footsteps echo in empty places
Yet this place is not empty
Haggard eyes watch from corners unseen
And burnt cigarettes are their only evidence
The bell tolls, from rotting timber
In a church long-forgotten
From a place long ago
The whispers of the dead speak to me
Tell me their story
The battles and wars and devastation
The unburied skeletons
Contorted with their last blows
Their strikes against the very heart of evil
Lie scattered in a graveyard
Like a funeral interrupted
The eyes follow my every move
Yet make none of their own
Their bodies are not present,
And never will be
For they are neither here nor there
Balanced on the knife edge of this world and the next
Watching and waiting for someone to remember

I like this. It flows.