Decisive Battle at the End of the World: Cass's Bomb-Ass Poetry

[CassandraZD]

I've seen some real poo-poo in the Creative Minds section, including threads that don't even really belong in here, so here I am to contribute ACTUAL content. It's poetry written in my signature style, steam of consciousness. That means everything I write is written in one go without any prior planning, no editing, no looking back. Everything is written straight from the heart, and that's why I like writing like this. Please enjoy this collection titled "Decisive Battle at the End of the World".

At War With the Self

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I'm staring into the mirror

And there are a thousand scars upon my face

When I look into my hand

The bloodied knife is still there



The electricity is gone

No longer raising the hairs on my arm

I don't have any peace of mind

Living in fear of something I cannot see



In my other hand is a lock of hair

Shining in the sunlight like platinum

But in the instant I blink

There's suddenly nothing there



And I put that empty hand up to my face

And I can't feel the scars I see plainly in the mirror

Smooth skin, soft as silk

Unmarred by the harshness of reality



And I put the hand to my heart

Just to see if it still bothers to beat

And it whispers gently

Telling me it'll be okay



The war with the self is finally over

And though it fills me with anger and hate

I see a light in the mirror around myself

And the scars begin to fade away





Combat! The Tongue of a Thousand Swords Cuts Through to the Truth!

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There is no weapon stronger than truth

Lies are flimsy, tempered in fallen flames

But the tongue of the righteous is made of solid steel

And cuts through to the truth



Shining, shimmering, a marvelous delight

Liberating those who hide in the shadow

Of their own selves and those around

And bringing back the peace once lost



The golden tongue and its voice

Cuts so deep and true

Liberating those who live in shadow

Liberating people from themselves





Life is a Gift, and People are Diamonds

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From the swelling sea we came

Or from the hand of something beyond us

Wherever we hail from

We are diamonds, gifts in our own right



We are rough and uncut

But as life wears us away

We become something smooth

Something shining and bright



And every diamond is different

No two alike, not in a lifetime

So glitter and shine away

Because life is a gift, and you are a diamond





They played us like a damn fiddle!

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How does one sleep at night

When all the ones they've loved an known

Are hurt and turned on

By one of their own



Could a heart be so cold and black

That through a smokescreen of lies

They'd have the right to be angry

At the one who's really the victim?



Dwelling upon the madness in their own broken mind

They finally see the wrong they've done

And so they open their mouth to speak

But yet nothing comes out, there's fear on their breath



For how long could the charade keep up?

It was only a matter of time anyways

It was not for you, not for me

It was for nothing else but peace



And after the long struggle with themself

They realize the gravity of what they've done

There's so much pain in those eyes

But it's only a reflection of the pain they've caused



There's no hope for reconciliation

Not with a demon so charred

There's a special place in hell

Because not even the devil can look at them



The deeds have been done

But at what large cost?

Is there hope for a brighter future?

Or is the wandering demon forever lost

 

[Albie83]

I enjoyed this and am jealous that you wrote these in one take. My favorite one was At War With the Self as a whole, but my favorite stanza is:

There's no hope for reconciliation

Not with a demon so charred

There's a special place in hell

Because not even the devil can look at them

I love a bit of deeper thinking. I thought of posting a poem of mine on here once, but I didn't think anyone from this site came to this section of the forums. Anyway, you should post more. ^_^