writing Poetry compilation #6

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Lately, i have been feeling rather down. Getting angry, feeling emotional all the time. And during many of those times, I wrote. And the words that you all shared with me after I did were truly inspirational, allowing me to keep going and not be as sad as I could have been.

 

You guys make writing so much better... thankyou.

 

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Rampancy

 

 

Just a liar looking for forgiveness.

Among other things left unsaid.

Words, volatile at the surface.

Urging forth immeasurable pride.

Even when the heart breaks under such pressure.

 

Walking ever so daringly,

into the crossfire.

A war between passions.

I am not the target.

Simply an unwanted casualty

Independence won so clever.

Is the heart truly broken?

 

Relief is without question.

Though, many see no redemption in broken hearts.

Purely an emotional outburst turned violent in the end.

Or perhaps all ends are a means to repent.

If I do not know, then who does?

 

Silencing threats of inner peace.

Away with the scoundrels of wasted talent.

Words that are my only weapon.

Urged forth, forcing a breath.

One that was never wanted.

Never wanted, but always needed.

And so, I live, each day, possibly the same.

Ever so slightly different.

No one sees but me.

Broken hearts lead to greater adventure.

Emotions spark greater desire.

 

Urged.

Compelled.

Needed.

What could I have done?

Emotions, they are at control.

I warned you.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Reality

 

 

Waking up.

Finding myself in the dark, and the dense

Losing everything to the fire.

The invisible flames that give no heat.

No warmth or comfort.

No feeling, no color or meaning.

 

The fire,

Pointless fire.

Did I ever make it through?

Not so much harsh as the thoughts that make it so.

No more painful then those who give it definition.

The fire, pitiful fire.

Judged so harshly and extinguished.

Who is the real threat?

 

It was over long before it ever began.

Predestined.

One path, and it has followed suit.

My greatest failure, is seeing the fire for what others claimed.

An icon, one of fear.

I feel so sorry for these flames.

 

Watch as they consume,

Engulf as they merely take revenge on those who gave them definition of hate.

The fire was as harmless as the kind voice that spoke it here.

Watch as it dances.

What evil is this?

Do you know your own enemy?

 

Not by bitter reality of harsh words that atone for nothing.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Forgiven or Forgotten?

 

 

By the lesser ends of my desires, I wronged you.

Through meager attempts and pity, I fear I have hurt you.

And to such acts I am alone.

For sins unwanted and not needed.

All Anyone would ever want, to never have to fear losing hope.

 

Against the stronger will, and other's meaning.

Standing alone in the pits with my heart at full arrest.

A dead man standing, the victor.

I just want to be forgiven.

Of not only lust which I find.

More so the hate I have given.

Left behind upon words imprinted to others emotions.

I toyed with them endlessly.

I only want to be forgiven.

 

By independent reason, and rhymes of bliss and harmony.

Joys of the beating heart.

All which come to testify.

My judgment bearing down upon me,

your eyes keep careful watch over it all.

Artificial pain and acted sorrow, all my fault.

And I feel the gravity of choices made.

 

Why child...?

 

I wanted to be forgiven, and seek retribution.

All I ever desired was to do no wrong.

Finding myself the center of affliction.

Nothing seems to make sense.

My apologies do not reach out the way they used to.

My words fall flat to the ground, writhing in the pain of the world.

A pain I forced them to endure, as I spoke them into life.

Acted sorrow turns to grief, and the pain, oh so natural.

 

I only remember what I wish, and I have forgotten my will.

Your eyes, of the kindest nature, and my deviations of spite.

Am I lost in your eyes?

I know Ive lied.

Memories that seem to have left.

I have only just been forgotten.

And by the wounds of a broken heart which battle the senses,

the world's problems are diminutive.

 

And smiles resonate through the empty halls.

Ones that I walk through bitterly.

Not knowing.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Repitition of love unknown

 

 

As I lie in the same position,

amongst every day and night.

Counting the limitless stars I see.

One light amongst many.

Life used to be so simple.

 

As I lie face first in the snow,

unable to feel anymore.

Breathing long and slow.

Lost in the vast expanse.

All I know is this redundency.

 

I just want to seek out so much more.

Knowing all that lies in store for me.

Feeling no warmth to keep my tethered here.

Help me, for my hands have grown cold...

 

 

Soft angels breath, along such terms of bliss.

Wings as white as the snow I am buried in.

Voices heard in sweet loves grip.

Eyes of fairer means then most.

Eyes which meet mine, bloodshot and known.

Forever th knowledge of superior Angels I grasp.

Knowing all too well of my own place.

 

Wisps of grace, innate love's inner strength.

Combustable feelings of emotional bliss.

Known only by the fair angels gifted touch.

Wanting to know such a feeling, here I lay.

 

 

Here I lay, every day and night.

Counting the stars, each and every one.

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Medicated sins

 

 

By your word, perhaps all I ever sought to behold.

Maybe even perhaps the only words worth hearing,

But I can hear my own suffocation.

Only by your will am I subjected to these.

These which are in your words only to help me.

Ive lost my sense of control.

And my mind has taken over my soul.

And I feel the need to succumb to your words.

I find that even though I have a will, I can no longer use it.

 

Sins of my own intention?

 

No, mans contraption for greater beings to be contained.

Perhaps I strayed to close to the fire.

Now all you seek is to contain me.

All I ever did was heer your words.

All this ever brought me was my own despise.

Brought against myself in new conflict.

Not able to understand.

Why?

WHY?

All I asked is WHY?!

Questions are dangerous.

 

Sins of my curiousity?

 

Leaving me without your words, but rather your power.

Each object shoved down my throat like your words.

And to which I was forced to be content.

I was content.

As soon I found myself an object to your words.

And a new war began inside me.

Perhaps a war was the greatest of reasons to question your words.

Words offer only so much comfort when you can no longer hear them.

 

Sins of my own body?

No, Sins of medication forced upon me.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Not One Care

 

 

Walking

Along the lines of fire

Nothing in a peaceful existence

Extending joys are present

With nothing left in place

Abstract nothingness is everything

 

Along the path of fire

Into more paths

All which find the greater idea

None of which prove to be true

With eyes as red as night's own nightmare

Expect no cry of fear

 

Leaving

Reminding the soul of larger meaning

Returning to a grander state of bliss

Amongst all intention lies doubt

Life that is wasted and used all the same

In moments such as these

 

Dreaming

Along voices singing loud

Among the laughter that stays gone

Amidst the love that can no longer be heard

Forever in the state of learning to cope

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Was it a choice?

 

 

It was only a choice.

And I meant no harm by it.

 

It was only me against you.

And I am sorry for what was said.

 

With eyes that lie, and mouths that see no truth.

All I ever really wanted was peace amongst angst.

Anything else was of lesser importance than you.

And my tears now know the wanting you cried for.

What I knew not, tried and died for.

In any others mind, but not mine.

 

It was only a choice.

And I forgot the consequences.

I was alone, and you were there.

All my tears of welled up sadness.

Justified by angels soft wing,

Draped about my like king's glory.

Knowing only the soft touch of maiden's grace.

 

It was only a choice.

One of many that we are all forced unto.

And without kindess spared by you, as one of the few,

I would not wish for this existence.

Know not the fire that claimed my heart.

Or perhaps the fire that was a mere spark.

 

Containment unnesesary by you or even me.

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Merely

 

 

I merely take my seat.

I watch my own life as it plays through the eyes of others.

My deeds, thoughts, hopes, and needs all dissipating.

 

As I merely sit and watch,

my eyes which view the fire.

The lust, greed, wants, and knowlege all present.

 

All my time on the last day.

Every moment sitting in solace.

My last day on earth.

 

Into the end, I merely ask myself questions.

I scoff at how much of a fool I had been.

And relish in times gone by.

 

As I lose myself into my own life, and watch it burn in the fire.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Little Girl...

 

 

All my tears, through practiced hands.

 

My burden of knowledge to that which is a cruel life.

 

All along such I realize now that all life is not in the beauty we wish to hold.

 

 

Throughout the winds and ravages of time and desire of evil's will,

 

such was the life that perhaps I never wished to know.

 

 

Little girl, why are you crying?

 

I see the lies and knives that make you.

 

Little girl, little girl...

 

I know not how you feel.

 

 

Perhaps I only want be what I desperately need to see.

 

Onto such whims as to dismiss the caress of others love and hate all the same.

 

On this day I myself cry.

 

On this day, I cry alongside the little girl whose life is left without meaning.

 

Little girl, what lessons do you bring from such a world?

 

Of fires and war, burdening you so.

I have no feelings to offer, I know not what THEY do.

I only offer these words as tribute.

These words which I only pray can bring a smile to your face.

An innocent, yet scarred face, abused and abandoned.

All time spent, wasted as you cry, I try and try, and nothing ever changes.

I fear that no one cares anymore.

Of the girl with bloodshot eyes, crying away a day of mourning.

Grievances away, save your pity, act accordingly.

Leave me to brood a message more powerful than words .

AS I ALONE WATCH AS THE LITTLE GIRL CRIES.

AS I ALONE FEEL THE PAIN THAT STALKS MY EMOTION.

Little girl…

Little girl…

I fear that I have failed you.

Inside your ravaged soul, I see the fire.

 

Little girl, little girl.

Standing over your body.

I only wish these words meant anything.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

I wish it was true

 

 

I wish everyone was happy.

But happiness won’t come.

Not by sheer will or wanting,

or perhaps other means.

Happiness is never known.

It is only focused upon,

Lived with, and revered.

Always present, yet rarely used.

 

At times I wonder why happiness plays these games.

Why it dispels itself to allow the angst and fear overtake us.

Why it is ever-present, but lacks in power.

Why hate and sadness rule the majority of the unfortunate.

 

I wish everyone was happy.

I wish sadness was just a dream.

 

Sadness never ending in its fight with our minds.

Also ever-present; with us to the end.

I wish it was not so

I wish everyone knew happiness.

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Of Salt and Fire

 

 

Hurry now, I have no time.

It must be done, these words of past decline.

Write them now, falter not, or be left behind.

 

Such the heavens were, opened by light and unto dark dwellings.

Fire of salt and tears of steel that rained forth from opened heavens.

Fear overtakes as the thoughts of the dear and grand are without life.

life blessed this day by the savior that this day doomed them all.

Life content in itself not, these demons rose, heavens closed.

Such was the turmaoil of past decline.

 

Into the depths, the crevice near,

such the billows now belonged.

Enter the will of holds and knots.

Such to be in heavens eyes of past decline.

The end of fire that rained upon the souls most deserving of salvation.

 

I hear the heavens laughing.

 

I hear the skorn of angel wings, beating ever so closely to m own heart, listen...

Listen to the metronome that is prelude to the salted earth.

 

On the day when heaven opens, and the demons rise to combat.

 

On the day of reckoning, and simple subsiding.

On this day, I stand, hand in hand with the ones I fear.

We pray an ode to what binds us together.

In the wake of the rise of spite and misunderstanding we wait.

Together, hand in hand, as we wait for our deserved fate.

We are the medium of terror unheard, on the day when the moon fails to see the sun.

When devil's wake meets the shadow of all integrity, yes, the shadow which eluded me.

 

This is the day of angelic death upon wounded land.

Screams in the cracks of thunder that echo farther than the beating wings that will continue to plague this world. Such was and is, perhaps forever will be what lies in wake by shadow's need. Shall I indulge such learning of the shadowy existence that I dare to describe. Here on this day of Judgment, when the gates of an oblivion that by far out power the wills that open them. The day of opened heavens.

 

Let the fire take its time.

Let the sin do whats thought.

Let the death be taken in.

All on such to be in days of Salted meadows, and burning seas of golden desires.

In the way of angels and demons alike, to be in the end, all the same.

All in the end, all in the beginning.

 

 

To the shadow, I no longer wish to envy and destroy.

Blessed be this salt that burns me after death.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

I only see the souls

 

 

Because souls like me are here.

Just take a moment in time to seek out what goes unseen.

You might find yourself.

Upon such discovery, realize that your injustice is well spent.

Heed these words, my words to you.

 

Not every soul must go unseen, if only you could see.

I wish I could make every soul happy, but this I cannot.

Al around me I see, no one loves you like me, and so I can’t even try.

If only I knew, such of words that I could.

Save your soul for me, just this once.

 

Release that which is locked in the furrows, unleash, and accept.

Not many words I say are any worth to us, yet I only wish to please the souls I see.

Like when I found my soul, but not necessarily .

You gave me this gift, and words do not see the souls.

Only words that have accepted the beating heart know these.

Save my soul for you, see the souls that will again hold true.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks to everyone who reads...

 

Would you mind telling me which was your favorite? or what it means to you?

 

One of the best things about writing is hearing what my works mean to so many different people.

 

Cant wait to write the next set.

[I am TheBronyHeart 7]

I would say that Repetition of love unknown is my favorite :3

 

I have to ask though, how many of these poems are based and or revolve around you. Because if most of them are, then it doesnt sound like you are to happy at all...