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No Understanding Of Me by ~da-tigger:iconda-tigger:



Softly you creep
Drawing apart the curtain of my soul
Trying to find the meaning of me
Only to tumble endlessly into the bottomless hole

Trailing through the twists and turns
You think you've found my true course
Until it suddenly divides then fades
Leaving you lost and drowning in my force

Continue as you will
Freedom you will never find
As long as you remain determined
To learn the workings of this warped mind

Many are the facets of me
Each a contradiction to the other
To attempt to learn them all
Would send your mind running for cover

Chained within the confines of my madness
I watch with dark mocking glee
As you search in desperation
For the true essence that is me

To know me is to embrace the depravity
Surrendering to its addictive caress
Joining me down in the deepest deep
Buried within the center of my darkness

Do you stay
Would you dare
Or shall you run
Escaping my demon's lair

I've gone away into the nothing
Given my mind up to its keeper
So that I can spend my days roaming
Like some dream walking sleeper

Unfound is my core
Lost even to me
How is it that you think
You can somehow set me free

Take me over
Lead me right
Cure this sickness
And end my eternal night

Can you do it
I think not
Too complicated am I
Since having lost the plot

Further into the murky swamp I hide
Slipping within its slime
Come find me if you dare
That is if you have the time

Tireless have I become
As I hide within and wait
Completely comfortable now
Prepared to embrace my fate

Hunt my demon
As it stalks you
The hunger increasing
As its prey falls into view

Linger much longer
And nothing more will you be
Than another who finally learns
How lost is my reality

The walls I have built
Have started closing in
Turn and leave now
This is a battle you simply can not win

My lord demon and I
Are well and truely acquainted
No other has found the way
To purify the tainted

Farewell supposed friend
I'll watch you turn and go
Knowing my layers are well guarded
Well used to this kind of blow

Another thrown on the pile
More bridges start to burn
As coldly away from the world
I once more calmly turn
©2006-2009 ~da-tigger
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So far, this is definitely one of my favourites.
Since I've started writing poetry, I've started doing a lot of "soul searching", and not a lot of it is pleasant. But I've definitely found that since finding "release" within poetry, life in general has improved, or at least how I feel about it, since I'm now getting all the crap inside me OUT, instead of bottling it up like I've done most of my life
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I loved it... I cannot even tell you how much I relate to that poem... I absolutly loved... hands down... great job!!!
Thank You!!!!! :) Always Good to know when others understand what I'm getting at ... and knowing that there's others that feel the same. *s*. Ty heaps for the fav too!! And welcome to dA!! :hug:
Writing is definitely one of the best types of release and relief there is. It always works for me, when I find myself inspired enough to throw phrases together. Your piece is quite amazing, and very touching on a deep level. I think we all feel a similar way at times, I know I do. An excellent capture of it :thumbsup:

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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
I really do like that-- I especially love the last verse, and the phrase "As coldly away from the world
I once more calmly turn" --- iu just like how it sounds . . . I have a lot of respect for this kind of poetry, and, like others have said, i can definately relate to it. i love the theme, and if this is one of your first poems, do NOT stop now

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You don't see what you possess; a beauty calm and clear.
It FLOODS the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier.
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas.

Its shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe.
great. it's good that you're findign a release instead of keeping it all bottled up inside. poems are really good for that.

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Even in my own beliefs
Confusion reigns supreme
Nothing ever quite adds up
The answers escape me
-"Full Circle", Tramis-377
this poem truly speaks itself

I DIG what you do da~tigger

this is "UBER"

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*blushes* thank you very much!!!! So nice to see my poems being enjoyed!! :-)

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