Dearest Disappointment

Dearest Disappointment

The fear of being forgotten,

Being forgotten,

Is that the worst?

Constantly seeking his approval,

Doesn’t disappointment hurt?

The far too frequent shortage,

Of his spoken words.

I’ve cried,

Pleaded,

And screamed. 

Why haven’t I been heard?

Maybe,

Just maybe,

I’m not of his “daughters” worth,

Perhaps,

It’s a living nightmare.

Or an unforgiving curse.

Being abandoned,

By one’s father,

Whom,

Guides their child about our Earth.

Was left to be alone.

Since,

All she was, 

Was lonely.

Loneliness was left to be only hers. 

- (d.n.k) 

This World Of My Own

I want to write,

I have a desire to create. 

Express myself, 

In that of a way. 

With twisting words and lyrical rhyme. 

This world I stride through is nothing but mine. 

Such possibilities. 

Are as endless as time. 

Inspiration is found, 

By whimsical thinking. 

Then applied and used, 

For the process of tinkering. 

Which contributes to this world of my own. 

Through determination and worthless pride, 

Progress is shown. 

Sticks and stones

Aren’t the breakers of bones. 

More so, 

Failure and lost.

The realization of costs. 

Is what breaks you. 

Very much so,

What once was broken, 

Is healed. 

Broken things aren’t absolutely shattered. 

In fact, 

Strength is shown more here than ever. 

Where one has fallen,

Is where one will rise. 

There’s contradicting promises, 

In this mystery of life. 

Victory isn’t really yours nor felt,

Unless you’ve lost at a time. 

Now tell me, 

This isn’t right? 

- (d.n.k) 

Love Hurts

Your smile,

And charming laugh. 

Those sparkling eyes,

Glimmering bright. 

The way that you speak,

Looks you give,

Just to me. 

Are a few things,

That I love,

About you. 

These things,

Are all blurred within the games,

You play. 

The lies you speak,

Effortlessly,

They’ve grown old. 

Slowly, 

But surely.

I have grown cold. 

This is it, 

Darling. 

Tears come in turns. 

Been burned,

Once of twice. 

Ya know this isn’t right? 

Yeah. 

Our time has gone,

And passed on by. 

It’s been, 

Far too long. 

I’m done. 

I’m done. 

I’m done. 

Oh, 

Honey, 

You’ll learn, 

That love hurts. 

- (d.n.k) 

New Beginnings

It’s time for change.

It’s time to strive.

Work towards the purpose,

I represent in this life. 

Know what’s right,

But still be wrong. 

Steady, solid growth.

Let us become strong. 

Unwavering eternity.

Such faith in my goals. 

Is this how it feels,

The weight of a soul?

Endless possibilities,

One way of many.

 What lies ahead,

Are New Beginnings. 

Siren

O’ enchanting voice, 

I haven’t a choice,

But to be lured. 

With screams gone unheard. 

Lost in this tearful, alluring melody.

Numbing sadness,

Has sprouted through. 

On and on this will go,

Until higher above, she rose. 

Eyes of exquisite silver, 

Her face of porcelain, 

Lips of freshly spilled blood,

How terrifyingly beautiful.

Razor teeth smile,

As you beckon me to join you. 

One step,

Down and down I fall.

It’s too late,

I have realized.

That by the call of the Siren,

I had already died. 

(d.n.k)

A Little Self-Destructive

Emotions here,

Emotions there. 

This shit is freaking everywhere. 

Anger, 

Contentedness, 

Annoyance. 

Oh, 

And a little bit of despair. 

Sometimes I can’t feel, 

And sometimes I vividly do. 

Far too strongly,

It’s overpowering.  

Are you like me too? 

I don’t really know, 

What or how to think. 

About all this. 

My feelings, 

Lead to hurting others. 

So I’d prefer to not feel. 

The raging hatred, 

Void-like emptiness. 

That rapidly gains depth. 

Eating myself alive. 

I’ve lost control, 

Many times. 

But here’s where I draw the line. 

Self-destruction?

To me, 

That’s fine. 

Hurting others?

Well let’s say, 

I would rather die. 

- (d.n.k)