Poetically Neglected

Xero Satsujin · 03-29-2005, 02:41 AM

Each time it happens a different way. Yet I always end up counting my tears at the end of the day. They fall continuously to the floor. I wonder to myself as to why I bother to count them anymore. I would like to believe sometimes that people actually care. Yet when I search inside I am the only one there.

So much has happened and gone totally wrong. Still, I find it easier to just go along. Trying to go against the grain is so hard. It brakes me again and again, shard by shard. It is even harder to keep me together in times like these. The shit is getting deep because it’s up to my knees.

How I manage to make it through always leaves me in wonder. So many try to take me out and a rare few actually see my blunder. Chaos rules this endless night in which I find protection. My ceaseless solitude ensures that I will avoid detection. When I look to some they usually turn up their noses. That is with the exception of a few wilted roses.

Each part of me that breaks just adds to another stain on my face. The burning marks of tears always leave their delicate trace. Sometimes things aren’t as they should be. So I give in and let go of me. I have never known any to appreciate such a sacrifice. Feeling this way has turned my heart into cold hard ice.

Steadily I know that I am falling apart. There is no star hot enough to melt away the ice from my heart. I have broken what remained of my chains. Now I walk freely among life’s plains. It seems that a piece of me is left behind wherever I go. Usually just my tears because so many flowers want to grow.

Take my hand and walk with me along this path. Fear not of the turmoil, for only I suffer its wrath. Lightning strikes but never hits the ground. Thunder claps but you’ll never hear a sound. Burden is my enemy and it is my friend. It is all that I will know until someone brings it to an end.

I have suffered from the agony of defeat. Only finding triumph when the Ocean and Sun meet. It is this eternal storm of nights that I face alone. No light, no help, here on my own. All but the best of me is what I tried to save. Still here I am, harboring glorious sadness like a slave.

Indeed the path that I have chosen is rather desolate and dead. Any other would have chosen the path of rose petals instead. But someone has to walk this road. Someone even has to bare this unforgiving load. I have never given in to the thought of how much more I can take. I just hope it stays that way for your sake.

As the tears accumulate I watch the puddles form. Life springs forth from them, but that’s not out of the norm. The path on which I have made is wrought with life. I embraced the senseless violence and chaotic strife. In return they give me fuel for my fire. The comfort from my tears and the warmth from my heart are all they desire.

Who am I to deny someone of something they want. If I have it then I guess it is only right to flaunt. Those who want I simply turn and give. It’s been this way for so long that it’s the only way I know to live. My shattered heart in return for your smile. Leave me in the silence of my outstretched proverbial mile.

this is a really old piece... I don't even remember writing it it's so old, lol...but it's in the archives and I wanted to post it again...so enjoy...

UFO the Phoenix · 03-29-2005, 01:15 PM

wooooooooord up

wow....thanks for sharing this old gem with us...I have never read this at least I dont remember?....but man oh man was this nice.....your concept of your tears growing flowers was jaw dropping ego shattering!?!?!?.....just amazing man no other way around it....the whole concept of this poem is flawless....your simple laid back structure is unparallel....none of your lines are forced it just flows perfectly.....the talk of the path you chosen and accept was admireable....you sound like our poetic scapegoat baring the worlds sadness and pain and turning it into art I'm blown away by this piece

props

Xero Satsujin · 03-29-2005, 02:06 PM

Eh, those feelings described in this piece are long gone Sloan, though I try to hold on to them, it does me no good I think...Anyway, thanks for peeping this, and I don't believe you read it either, so thanks again for doing so in the first place....

MisterEThoughts · 03-29-2005, 02:17 PM

Hey, Bro... I enjoyed this... I don't care how long it was... It was nice... I still have those feelings... I think i always had... they come back and leave.... but this was nice the way you describe the feelings...

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So much has happened and gone totally wrong. Still, I find it easier to just go along. Trying to go against the grain is so hard. It brakes me again and again, shard by shard. It is even harder to keep me together in times like these. The shit is getting deep because it’s up to my knees.

i really was digging this lines...

Psycho69 · 03-29-2005, 02:19 PM

I never saw this piece from you before, but I loved the way it flowed. Probably one of my favourites by you.

It really picked up right before the middle of it, and was just amazing from there on.

Steadily I know that I am falling apart. There is no star hot enough to melt away the ice from my heart. I have broken what remained of my chains. Now I walk freely among life’s plains. It seems that a piece of me is left behind wherever I go. Usually just my tears because so many flowers want to grow.

Probably my favourite part. I enjoyed the line about the flowers, along with the lightning andf thunder lines.

Great work.

Xero Satsujin · 03-29-2005, 10:48 PM

Thanks yall, only reason I posted this was because UFO suggested that I bring up some of my old pieces...But umm...thanks again...peace...

MISSKEYdaQUEEN · 03-30-2005, 12:56 PM

I like the format and the depth. A little lengthy for me but...whatever..nahmean?

Good to see this. Peace.

AngerManagement · 03-31-2005, 04:42 AM

thsi was a great piece it really speaks to me cuz i know how it feels to always be swimmin upstream and never down and " Burden is my enemy and it is my friend. It is all that I will know until someone brings it to an end." was a great line really makes the reader pay attention....biggups- AM

AlmostFamous · 03-31-2005, 06:10 AM

Take my hand and walk with me along this path. Fear not of the turmoil, for only I suffer its wrath. Lightning strikes but never hits the ground. Thunder claps but you’ll never hear a sound. Burden is my enemy and it is my friend. It is all that I will know until someone brings it to an end.

right here is what i miss so dearly from one of my favorites in the realm

slickrick storytelling at it again

rep up

Xero Satsujin · 03-31-2005, 01:29 PM

AF, you is crazy for puttin ya number up there, lol...But thanx yall...this aint even the piece I wanted everybody to read, lol...I wrote somethin new, and it's already gone, lol...but thanx...

Mind~$oul · 04-02-2005, 07:22 PM

I think I remember reading this piece, not to sure though. I only had one problem with the piece. It seemed a bit to sing-songy to me. You sometimes get a little carried away with it in some pieces, but you really cant notice it because of the depth you bring in your writings. Like this one. Nicely written.

One luv

03-29-2005, 02:41 AM	#1 (permalink)
Xero Satsujin OnLy gOd kNoWs oR Goes Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Sinking into the paper, like I was ink Posts: 2,197	Poetically Neglected Each time it happens a different way. Yet I always end up counting my tears at the end of the day. They fall continuously to the floor. I wonder to myself as to why I bother to count them anymore. I would like to believe sometimes that people actually care. Yet when I search inside I am the only one there. So much has happened and gone totally wrong. Still, I find it easier to just go along. Trying to go against the grain is so hard. It brakes me again and again, shard by shard. It is even harder to keep me together in times like these. The shit is getting deep because it’s up to my knees. How I manage to make it through always leaves me in wonder. So many try to take me out and a rare few actually see my blunder. Chaos rules this endless night in which I find protection. My ceaseless solitude ensures that I will avoid detection. When I look to some they usually turn up their noses. That is with the exception of a few wilted roses. Each part of me that breaks just adds to another stain on my face. The burning marks of tears always leave their delicate trace. Sometimes things aren’t as they should be. So I give in and let go of me. I have never known any to appreciate such a sacrifice. Feeling this way has turned my heart into cold hard ice. Steadily I know that I am falling apart. There is no star hot enough to melt away the ice from my heart. I have broken what remained of my chains. Now I walk freely among life’s plains. It seems that a piece of me is left behind wherever I go. Usually just my tears because so many flowers want to grow. Take my hand and walk with me along this path. Fear not of the turmoil, for only I suffer its wrath. Lightning strikes but never hits the ground. Thunder claps but you’ll never hear a sound. Burden is my enemy and it is my friend. It is all that I will know until someone brings it to an end. I have suffered from the agony of defeat. Only finding triumph when the Ocean and Sun meet. It is this eternal storm of nights that I face alone. No light, no help, here on my own. All but the best of me is what I tried to save. Still here I am, harboring glorious sadness like a slave. Indeed the path that I have chosen is rather desolate and dead. Any other would have chosen the path of rose petals instead. But someone has to walk this road. Someone even has to bare this unforgiving load. I have never given in to the thought of how much more I can take. I just hope it stays that way for your sake. As the tears accumulate I watch the puddles form. Life springs forth from them, but that’s not out of the norm. The path on which I have made is wrought with life. I embraced the senseless violence and chaotic strife. In return they give me fuel for my fire. The comfort from my tears and the warmth from my heart are all they desire. Who am I to deny someone of something they want. If I have it then I guess it is only right to flaunt. Those who want I simply turn and give. It’s been this way for so long that it’s the only way I know to live. My shattered heart in return for your smile. Leave me in the silence of my outstretched proverbial mile. this is a really old piece... I don't even remember writing it it's so old, lol...but it's in the archives and I wanted to post it again...so enjoy... __________________ !.¸(`!.¸Xero Satsujin¸.!`)¸.! "Laissez les bon temps rouler" "Time to a writer is like play dough in the hands of a toddler..."

03-29-2005, 01:15 PM	#2 (permalink)
UFO the Phoenix I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS! Join Date: Aug 1999 Location: Oceanside CA USA Posts: 2,965	wooooooooord up wow....thanks for sharing this old gem with us...I have never read this at least I dont remember?....but man oh man was this nice.....your concept of your tears growing flowers was jaw dropping ego shattering!?!?!?.....just amazing man no other way around it....the whole concept of this poem is flawless....your simple laid back structure is unparallel....none of your lines are forced it just flows perfectly.....the talk of the path you chosen and accept was admireable....you sound like our poetic scapegoat baring the worlds sadness and pain and turning it into art I'm blown away by this piece props __________________ *The Truth isn't out there because its already landed and the Truth is:* JESUS CHRIST Oddie Sloan

03-29-2005, 02:06 PM	#3 (permalink)
Xero Satsujin OnLy gOd kNoWs oR Goes Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Sinking into the paper, like I was ink Posts: 2,197	Eh, those feelings described in this piece are long gone Sloan, though I try to hold on to them, it does me no good I think...Anyway, thanks for peeping this, and I don't believe you read it either, so thanks again for doing so in the first place.... __________________ !.¸(`!.¸Xero Satsujin¸.!`)¸.! "Laissez les bon temps rouler" "Time to a writer is like play dough in the hands of a toddler..."

03-29-2005, 02:17 PM	#4 (permalink)
MisterEThoughts MysteryOfUntoldTruth Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Bay Area,Cali Posts: 1,962	Hey, Bro... I enjoyed this... I don't care how long it was... It was nice... I still have those feelings... I think i always had... they come back and leave.... but this was nice the way you describe the feelings... favorites lines So much has happened and gone totally wrong. Still, I find it easier to just go along. Trying to go against the grain is so hard. It brakes me again and again, shard by shard. It is even harder to keep me together in times like these. The shit is getting deep because it’s up to my knees. i really was digging this lines... __________________ complicated visionary....injected beauty... provided by the starry night of misery... http://www.lulu.com/browse/book_view.php?fCID=800464 My Published Book. "A Closed Window Of Truth"

03-29-2005, 02:19 PM	#5 (permalink)
Psycho69 Paint An Empty Page Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Ont, Canada Posts: 814	I never saw this piece from you before, but I loved the way it flowed. Probably one of my favourites by you. It really picked up right before the middle of it, and was just amazing from there on. Steadily I know that I am falling apart. There is no star hot enough to melt away the ice from my heart. I have broken what remained of my chains. Now I walk freely among life’s plains. It seems that a piece of me is left behind wherever I go. Usually just my tears because so many flowers want to grow. Probably my favourite part. I enjoyed the line about the flowers, along with the lightning andf thunder lines. Great work. __________________ poetry is how I learned to speak my mind and oh, the conversations we’ve had...

03-29-2005, 10:48 PM	#6 (permalink)
Xero Satsujin OnLy gOd kNoWs oR Goes Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Sinking into the paper, like I was ink Posts: 2,197	Thanks yall, only reason I posted this was because UFO suggested that I bring up some of my old pieces...But umm...thanks again...peace... __________________ !.¸(`!.¸Xero Satsujin¸.!`)¸.! "Laissez les bon temps rouler" "Time to a writer is like play dough in the hands of a toddler..."

03-30-2005, 12:56 PM	#7 (permalink)
MISSKEYdaQUEEN Watch the black panther.. Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Glenville REPPIN BIYAAAATCHES!! Posts: 17,647	I like the format and the depth. A little lengthy for me but...whatever..nahmean? Good to see this. Peace. __________________ Queen's MySpace Page Queen's Other Myspace Page biaaatches *********************** The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at.~Jesse Owens (1913-1980)

03-31-2005, 04:42 AM	#8 (permalink)
AngerManagement Registered User Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 11	thsi was a great piece it really speaks to me cuz i know how it feels to always be swimmin upstream and never down and " Burden is my enemy and it is my friend. It is all that I will know until someone brings it to an end." was a great line really makes the reader pay attention....biggups- AM

03-31-2005, 06:10 AM	#9 (permalink)
AlmostFamous U got a problem? Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Sioux Falls Posts: 2,789	Take my hand and walk with me along this path. Fear not of the turmoil, for only I suffer its wrath. Lightning strikes but never hits the ground. Thunder claps but you’ll never hear a sound. Burden is my enemy and it is my friend. It is all that I will know until someone brings it to an end. right here is what i miss so dearly from one of my favorites in the realm slickrick storytelling at it again rep up __________________ the good lord giveth and he taketh away isnt that the truth My name is Nate Short MYSPACE NAME:http://www.myspace.com/tooshortnate

03-31-2005, 01:29 PM	#10 (permalink)
Xero Satsujin OnLy gOd kNoWs oR Goes Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Sinking into the paper, like I was ink Posts: 2,197	AF, you is crazy for puttin ya number up there, lol...But thanx yall...this aint even the piece I wanted everybody to read, lol...I wrote somethin new, and it's already gone, lol...but thanx... __________________ !.¸(`!.¸Xero Satsujin¸.!`)¸.! "Laissez les bon temps rouler" "Time to a writer is like play dough in the hands of a toddler..."

04-02-2005, 07:22 PM	#11 (permalink)
Mind~$oul I'm Pretty Join Date: Apr 2001 Location: North Memphis BITCH! Posts: 17,145	I think I remember reading this piece, not to sure though. I only had one problem with the piece. It seemed a bit to sing-songy to me. You sometimes get a little carried away with it in some pieces, but you really cant notice it because of the depth you bring in your writings. Like this one. Nicely written. One luv __________________ "Everybody wanna be a nicca, but don't nobody wanna be a nicca"-Paul Mooney "I tried to live right, but society aint made for niccas to live right"-Joe Budden

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