Crona's PoemFifteen years ago,
I was put on earth.
I started life looking at the light in everything,
But that didn't last very long.
Because the truth is
There is no light.
How can there be light if
Every time I say something,
I’m always cut down.
So I just stay quiet.
Because I can’t deal with the pain of not being accepted.
Every time my mother’s eyes meet mine
All I see is the disappointment and failure she sees
So I just stare at the floor.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain I've caused my mother to suffer with.
Most people only have their conscience to deal with after they have made a decision,
But I have a real person, who knows my every move,
My every thought,
To criticize me.
To have a new reason to harm me.
So I just stopped making decisions.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain of my mistakes.
Because I know I’ll make the wrong choice, no matter what I pick.
After fifteen years of this,
I earn friends that I don’t deserve.
Crona's PoemMy blood is black,Crona's Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yours is red,
That makes all the difference,
The hate, the bruises,
Maybe it's just my mother's love?
Ragnarok is my friend, or at least that's what I thought,
Friends are supposed to hurt me a lot,
Those screams, those cries,
I can hear them after they die,
Mother says it's okay though,
That those people deserved to go,
Just like those bunnies that I had to kill,
I stared after their hearts had become still,
The last one left had shivered and tried to run,
I brought down the sword and my job was done,
Mother let me stay out of the cell that night,
Because I had caused that disgusting sight,
She praised me and gave a grin
I felt horrible and my stomach started to spin,
The killings were people from then on out,
I murdered without a single doubt,
Then I met Maka and tried to kill her too,
But she told me that we could be friends and pulled me through,
Now that I think on what I've done,
I don't deserve her,
I don't deserve anyone,
All this kindness being shown,
Crona's PoemCast awayCrona's Poem6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beat down and broken
I must obey
The word is spoken
Draw a circle of protection
Kept at bay
So far apart from her perfection
Lost in the gloom
I slowly slip away
A thirsty sea of stone and sand
Lost within a nightmare land
Afraid of night without a day
When the monsters come and play
I hear the serpent at my ear
She's urging me to drown the fear
But deep within this tortured mind
Wicked secrets you will find
I think that soon I'll fall apart
Their kindness only breaks my heart
I'll pass the nights in misery
With no one there to comfort me
The home I have is not a home
The life I lead is not my own.
When living here is not quite living
Living here is just worth giving
Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.Crona's poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Crona's PoemI am scared. I sit in this empty room, with a demon in my spine. He's always there, twisting my nose and poking at my face. His hateful words stab at my blackened heart. Its hurts in a way that the black blood will never heal. My blood is black.Crona's Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon, in my spine, is always there. Then why do I feel so lonely? He always talks to me. He always makes himself known. Then why do I feel so solitary?
I hold my chest, hoping to feel a heart beat. Why can't I find it? Did She take it from me? Did She take that, like She took my sanity? Wait, no, it is there. I feel its faint fluttered, shriveled to nearly nothingness. That is worse than having no heart beat at all. My blood is a hollow black.
All my life I've been beaten. I have been broken. And I have been locked away. My sorrow filled words will forever be unspoken. And that scares me. What if no one hears my last breath? What if no one realizes that my life is lost, even before my death? Is it best that way? Best that no one knows of
Crona's PoemDeath is imminent in all situations.Crona's Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter the case, it'll come
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Yes, that is the choice to make.
Passing is the only way to be happy.
So making everyone pass is the right choice,
but isn't passing life like dying?
Does it make it right?
If every choice is death then the right choice is death, too.
But if the right choice is death
then why be born?
Crona's PoemCrona's PoemCrona's Poem4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone has a hell; it's just hidden, inside their head.
Darkness in my blood flood through my being slowly, much like a river flowing into a well.
Scars of black blood and souls captured by the unholy blade,
Screams of humans that pierced my ears as I bother not to hear what they tried to say.
I'm alone, truly alone. With a mother who beat me and stole my freedom, I was a prisoner
In my own home.
The walls around me close in, slowly, ever so slowly they begin to cave in and creak.
Breath ragged in sleep, haunting memories of dark sins to keep.
The ever silent death glides behind, every step, each breath
A dull sign of being alive.
Colors and kindness seem dim and bitter,
Everyone gave up on me the world's youngest sinner.
I can't deal with this .I just can't.
Slaying humans and taking their souls, growing stronger as my blade cackles at the food that's been granted
Blood red tears stream down weary eyes, tired of death, of all these lies.
Crona's poem Inner storm (A poem of Crona's)Crona's poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Darkness, thunder and lightning you see,
a huge storm is getting closer,
madness, trouble and what's frightening are eating me,
while people judge wrong, calling me a loser.
What is this pain?
Why is it flowing through my vein?
Is the world on the verge of dying,
or is it me, whom down a dark hole is flying*? (*meant as falling)
...That's something I've done for too long,
the truth is I don't know how to deal with it,
people tell me to step up and be strong,
but I keep falling, singing the same melancholic song,
over and over, without having a bit
of light and love, simple to everyone else,
which to me, doesn't make much sense...
...One day I think things are gonna get better,
the next one my opinion alr
A poem for someone..The boy with the breath-taking topaz eyes..A poem for someone..2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Promise you'll never leave me in the dark.
Maybe I've been hard to reach..
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
Like I'm reaching out for you?
Tell me you'll never leave.
I don't want to be alone again.
Crona's PoemHow do I learn to dealCrona's Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With things I've never experienced?
What if they're scary?
Can I curl up in my corner?
Can I block out these strange sensations?
What if these new things are fun?
No. They won't be.
They never are.
Am I happy now, with things the way they are?
I don't know.
Am I sad at all?
I don't know.
How about angry?
I don't know.
Am I anything at all?
There's nothing here to help me
The line that let me hide away is gone
What do I do?
If I curl up in my corner, could I...
Hide away from the world
And everything that makes me uneasy?
Will I be forced to handle something I can't deal with?
I don't know.
So many questions
Not one answer.
Why am I who-and what- I am?
I don't want to be something
That hurts others anymore
I don't want to be anything
I don't want to see the world
So bright and overwhelming and scary
I don't want to acknowledge these questions
I can't answer them; I shouldn't have to!
I'm so scare
Poem: Hold OnHold OnPoem: Hold On2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard you crying last night
Did you stop trying last night?
You scream there is nothing left
You say there is nothing inside
You used to fly up so high
But you fell to pieces in the sky
You let go of your faith
And threw away your dreams
Try and find something left for us
I'll turn the lights out
Sleep for tonight
I have to leave,
You have to face this alone
You need to build your strength
You lost faith in me
And gave up
You know there is nothing
Left of us
You say it's too late
And nothing hurts
The feelings will come
And some will burn
But some will heal
If you keep strong
You won't hurt anymore
You can lay in the grass
And feel the sun
If you'll just wait for one
Keep shining darling
It's never too late
To turn your life around
Even if only for a day
You can reinvent yourself
And become someone new
Live a different life
And dry off your eyes
Just keep smiling,
I promise you it's not all gone
There is light at the end
All you have to do is hold on
Monster that I amIn this world is it right for me to even want love?Monster that I am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The things I've done
I'm worth less than your time
Holding my hand like this, how can you stand to touch me?
Monster that I am
Escape while you can
I'm not worth your tears
I don't even cry for myself
Only for those who know me
How can you sit there and look at me with those eyes?
How can you smile when I'm terrified?
How can you touch me as if you love me?
I don't understand you at all
I wish I'd disappear
Never haunting you
I wish you'd forget about me
So you could be happy
I bring nothing but pain and betrayal
Why are you so blind to this?
Monster that I am
I'll only add to your misery
Monster that I am
I'm not worth loving
Monster that I am
How can you touch me?!
My life has no meaning at all
Please walk away now
Don't kiss me
Don't hug me
Don't rub my back
Don't look at me
Don't love me
I CAN'T DEAL WITH WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!
I don't understand you!
I don't understand how you can look at m
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm Fine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clearly you see that I'm not.
But really I'm fine.
Always have been.
But no I'm not.
I'm not fine.
Saying your fine means nothing.
It is a lie.
But I say it anyways.
It's all I can say.
To keep them away.
Because telling them won't help.
Because they don't understand.
Explainations won't do.
So I say those two words.
Just to keep them satisfied.
While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".
My lips are in a straight line.
I show no signs of being "not fine".
But that's just a mask.
So really, I'm not fine.
But I'll keep saying it.
I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.
Because it's my problem.
It's never your problem.
So you shouldn't have to worry.
But I want you to worry really.
But telling you that is selfish.
I can't be selfish.
Selfish is bad.
So if you ask,
Yes I am fine.
But no I am not fine.
I am far from it.
But I'll tell you that lie again.
So you don't make that face.
Even thought I'm not fi
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.