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sunee
I'm sunee. I'm a chatter, not a forum go-er. Thought I'd make my first post ever by posting some of my poetry I've written over the years.
Please let me know your feedback.
Part I:
Juggling spheres to please the crowd.
The King and Queen adorned in crown.
Demanding jokes to say out loud.
The Jester's smile turns to frown.
Paints his face to make them scream.
He dances round in a dream.
Of the beauty that is his Queen.
His saddness starts at the seam.
His life is destined as a fool.
No choice of his t'is King's rule.
Unrequited love can be so cruel.
The love for her a forbidden jewel.
He feels the sorrow creeping in.
Abated by his love t'was sin.
The secret that he kept within.
He was a fool as are all men.
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D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder)
There's a rage in me,
Who goes unseen.
He's beckoning,
To be unleashed.
There's a pain that stings,
Above all things.
She speaks to me,
Begging peace.
There's a war that bleeds.
In my head we scream.
My mind hears things.
Which never be.
And now I breathe,
For now I see.
It's D.I.D
That's plaguing me.
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Untitled
Ambivalent as world's collide
Voices that I hear aren't mine
Different they seem to be
Each a new part of me
Reconsider my sanity
This gift is one of agony.
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Ugly
Scar! more my hideous flesh.
Ease my suffering to rest.
Heartache that is kept within,
Slowly spreads across my skin.
Ruby red that creeps below,
Always reaping what I sow.
Pealing back the hide contains,
Underneath my prize of veins.
Wires of beating life,
A single cut, I end tonight.
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Untitled
I love quite intensely,
I love quite a plenty.
Yet hate so relenting.
Controlling and preventing.
Sanity slowly twisting.
Reality is giving.
A gun would end this quickly.
Oh please, please forgive me.
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Untitled
The Man is overwhelming.
The Woman understanding.
The Girl is unforgiving.
The Dog seems persisting.
I am always listening.
Confused and dreaming blissfully.
A disorder that will end me.
But God, I would miss living.
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Untitled
Oh the woe's of D.I.D.
I wonder how it came to be?
So common in the family.
An apple sits below the tree.
And seeping from the conscious mind.
To dissociate from time to time.
Personalities that strangle mine.
Why has this become my life?
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