Berenice Poetry

[BereniceSnape]

My poems are non-erotic. Just saying.

Him

He hides in the night
Where I sigh my most vulnerable dreams
And my mind is without fight
Where no one can hear my screams

He throws me about like a doll
And he catches my every lie
Death is no bar to his call
So I dare not die

I try to run, I try to hide
But he sees me everywhere, in every place
On swift wings he will glide
And take me back to his evil embrace

He makes me live my hell
And I can no longer see the light
I'm broken, an empty shell
There is nothing left, no fight

Remnants

Flameless fire
And the rain
Stolen by your funeral pyre
Heightening my pain, heightening my pain

A crucifiction
Ashes, ashes of the dead
No, darling, it's merely fiction
Don't worry your pretty head

I feel you reborn
Why can't you die
And let me mourn?
I'll send your ashes to the sky

A cry in the night
Silent like my pain
The darkness never knew the light
Your presence burns my soul like acid rain

You said that you'd send
Angels to tell me why
But in the end
It was just another lie-

It matters not
We are all to die
And you, too, surely have begun to rot
All I have of you is remnants, and I will never know why

 

[Palba_Noruda]

I like these two poems quite a bit.

If you haven't already, you might want to check out the thread for dark poetry, you might like to read some of those poems.

No, darling, it's merely fiction
Don't worry your pretty head

I'm glad you put these lines in there ... makes both poems seem more playful. Like somebody is playing the role of writer, imagining these dark thoughts and feelings. Who knows where they come from, I don't think I could do these lines.

The Him of the first poem ... I wonder if it is from a real person, a dream, a demon or what ...