Off Topic Publishing's Great Book of Poetry

Lawrence "Trestkon" Laxdal (Page 3)

Skorn (Page 4, 5)

Rebeckah (Page 6)

Chris the Cynic (Page 7, 8)

Your Quixotic Juliette (Page 9)

**Off Topic Publishing's Great Book of Poetry** is a book that contains poetry from multiple users.

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### Page 1

By Samuel

Everything's black, I have no control.
Nothing to feel and nothing to hold.
Forcing my darkest thoughts to unfold.
Life has no meaning you only grow old.

Hiding my feelings for far too long.
I held them all back, but now they're all gone.
My heart is fragile and now I'm alone.
My mind is dark but it's my home.

I push myself into self destruction.
And it's all because I know I have no one.
I must keep trying, I must go on.
*Life is hard, But I must hold on.*"

### Page 2

In two days, could I remember tomorrow
As a memory of you?
Please, could I once borrow
Just a memory that's new

Because I long to hear that voice
Ah, just once more
If just to touch a tear so moist
Warm like before

Because I long to love that face
Please, just once more
Because nothing alive can replace
What... who lived before

In two days, could I remember tomorrow
As a memory of you?
Please, could I once borrow
Just a memory that's new
Of you

Because I love what you were
That and nothing more
Because I love what you are
You are here like before
I love you

In two days, I'll remember tomorrow
As a memory of you
And there will be a silent sorrow
Hidden by a memory that's new
*You... just you*"

### Page 3

It has arrived,
The sun shall no longer rise,
Nor the tides sweep out to sea.
I gaze about me at the barren plain,
And it is clear life surrendered long ago.
Overhead a star flickers, and vanishes,
And then another,
And another.
Quicker now the stars begin to fade,
Blackness sweeps slowly from zenith to horizon,
Oozing across the celestial temple.
Darkness cloaks the heavens.
Staring into the void, I can only wonder,
*What happens now?*"

### Page 4

Caged, caged and frantic
Please save me
Be my savior, my savior,
Just save me please

Inside a box,
Save me please
Trapped inside,
My own little world

I can't get out,
Save me please,
Only you can free me,
And destroy me completely

Caged, caged and frantic
Please save me
Be my savior, my failure,
Just save me please

Only you can free me,
And destroy me completely,
But from the ashes,
I will rise

Stronger than before,
Like the phoenix,
I will rise,
Just please save me

So comfortable,
In my private hell,
Bring me back to Earth,
Save me please

Caged, caged and frantic
Please save me
Be my savior, my savior,
Just save me please

Only you,
Could save me from myself,
Take me away

Caged, caged and frantic
Please save me
Be my savior, my failure,
Just save me please

Only you...
*I love you...*"

### Page 5

Enter the sacred temple,
The dark and foreboding forest,
The living pillars watching over all,
The trees tower overhead

Menacingly they stand,
Their great boughs like crossed arms,
Barring the way out
The temple is now a prison

How quickly the leaves change colors,
From a deep green to a blood red,
A sudden change in emotions,
The temple is now a prison

I have to get out,
I can't stay here any longer,
Imprisoned inside what was once holy,
But has been defiled and reduced to a cage

Like two immense guards,
Two trees block the exit,
The dense foliage blocking the way,
I need to get out

I cant see anything,
The leaves block out all sunlight,
It's so dark in here,
Where has the temple gone?

Sunlight, take me away,
Away from this cursed temple,
Away from this cursed prison,
*Oh please, take me away...*"

### Page 6

Whispering winds implored me
"Why do your golden eyes melt?
What are these droplets we find
On your powdered cheek?"
"Tears" I whisper back
Wishing I could scream
"Tears of a lonely girl
Nothing new to the world,
Something that will always be"
And as the winds caressed me
My memories floated back
Not the really good ones
The stupid ones
The laughing ones...
Then the really good ones
Floating in innocently
Like they'll hurt the least...
As if it won't kill me to remember
Your sleeping face next to me
While your arms held me tight
Or waking to see you watching me
Brushing back a strand of loose hair
And suddenly I can no longer stand..
My knees weaken and I sit confused
Alone again, and confused...
*Wrapped in the wind's invisible embrace*"

### Page 7

She sits in a corner
with her knees hugged into her chest.
She cries
cries that no one cares
cries that no one gets along
cries about what’s done in her name
cries because no one listens.
Her eyes are red with tears
and her mind is filled with images
of murder
suicide
hate
and love.
Love that she will never have
and she gets lonely
no one is her equal
so she can never feel
what they feel.
She has been forever alone
and she fears she always will be.
For an instant
she has a hope
she thinks
“I could make someone”
but shakes her head
she couldn’t force it
then it wouldn’t be real.
*So she cries again.*"

### Page 8

Stuffed animals lie
scattered on the floor.
Rocks that once seemed priceless
part of the mess.
Models, toys, trinkets
all junk now.

A teddy bear, and a plush alligator
once a best friend and a protector
now painful memories of what is gone.
Life lies on the floor
in tattered books, and broken dreams
in the stuffing bleeding out
of an orange cat and a purple frog.

Calendars of years gone by
with subscription magazines never read
bring tears to the eyes.
Clothing is crumpled like dreams
in piles so thick that the floor disappeared,
hope smothered under oversized t-shirts.

The future is gone
it died when the notebooks,
filled with stories
that would one day be novels,
fell to the floor
*to join the inescapable now.*"

### Page 9

You know it really hurt at first...
But I got to the point where pleasure and pain became one.
At first I wouldn't slice the flesh.
I would press the blade until it was angry and red.

You know it really hurt at first...
But the impulses for pleasure and pain are almost the same.
You know what I've told you is true.
You know I could never do this to myself.

My arms heal every night.
My arms, they are sacred.
That's all they ever wanted.
If I wasn't such a coward,
I'd've cut them off.
Fortunately They sing a song of pure reason.

You know it doesn't hurt when my flesh is cut to the bone...
I've started to like this feeling.

I don't know how it all started.
I don't know when it will end.
I know what the dusties have told me.
I know that much is true.

It speaks,
Deep under the groundless bottle.
It bleeds,
Bleeds me out and makes me whole again.
They are whole.
They are what it means to be holy.

Black children of a mass of flesh and blood.
Terrible long fingers.
*Killing me as quick as any poison.*"