Raven poetry

RAVEN by KC
Who feels my pain?
Only one,
the one they say feels nothing
The one they say uses "mind control".

Who feels my sorrow?
He does,
the one they call cruel,
the one they fear and do not understand

I tell you this,
He knows me more than society,
More than family, friends
Without having met or spoken to me.

I know he understands,
He has undergone real anguish,
He truly feels my pain.

JUDGMENT DAY by Jade Bradford
The sky is darkening
the world gets dark
It's judgment day
the moment of truth

I see the hatred in your eyes
and the evil in your soul;
the foul words you direct at me
are aimed towards my heart

The words you say
the deeds you do,
they pierce my very soul;
My body is aching,
My heart is breaking;
do you even know what you do?

"Father, forgive them
for they know not what they do..."
I think that you know, my friend;
you know all too well what you do.

You can break my body and break my heart
But you will never break my spirit;
We can fight the battle but I've won the war
Your evil has destroyed you

I am strong and you are not
so don't you dare cross me
I walk alone but I'm not afraid
This is who I must be.

VOICES
I hear a voice of reason
crying in my head;
crying to be heard,
wondering what to do...

I hear a voice of suffering
screaming in my head
screaming for the aches and pains of life,
begging to be heard...

Voices, all I hear is voices,
So many different voices each with a special need,
yet all these voices
make up a living, breathing human being--me.

I hear the voice of knowledge
pounding in my head;
Knowing what is wrong
and crying to be listened to, yeah that's knowledge...

Those many different voices make up a part of me,
yet all these different voices can't be who they'd like to be;
All they want is justice in an unforgiving world,
Where is the justice that they need so heavily?
Why can't I be myself?--that's who I'd like to be...
Is anyone listening? Can't you hear the voices?
Voices...

I AM HERE by Holley Selby
When I wake from dreaming whom is there to comfort me,
When I arise from sleep who shall dress me?
When my punctured soul is hidden in the grain of the eve,
Who shall find me?

None shall,
For I cannot be led to the water,
to the still waters.

Water I crave, water I crave,
I am thirsty, do you have any water?

Do you have any bread?
For I am hungry, do you have any bread?

Be still, be quiet, oh needy soul
I am here, I am here.

TRUST AND FAITH by Alicia R. Benys
I am falling-
a bottomless pit.
My hands reach out,
clutch air,
clutch dirt.
The soft clay crumbles.
It is soft, and molds to my touch.
It is under my control.
Yet, it does not heal my wounds.
It gives me no stronghold,
No safety or self-assurance.

I cannot depend upon it.
I cannot trust it.

Still, as I continue to plummet downward,
I cannot help,
but to reach out,
and clutch air and dirt.

I cannot trust it,
but I want to continue trying.

I want to believe.

YOUR CROSS I SHARE by Maximilano
The consent of a woman
who bears,
A heart that is destined
to tear
The innocent spirit of
life within,
A child that dies for
someone's sins
The deception of life both
young and old,
Unfolded in a garden as we
were told
The disguise of evil appeals to
the eye,
Unveiled through grace it's
just a lie
A generation unwillingly
slips away,
Pray, Hope, don't worry,
show heart each day
As we sentence ourselves
through our will,
We must sanctify life and
not kill
Forgive them, they know not
what they do,
A cry of mercy for
me and you.

ACHING by Kim Eastman
Aching for companionship
Scared of commitment
Aching to be loved
Scared of being rejected
Aching to understand
Mixed emotions
Wanting so much to be loved
To have someone to love
Wanting so much to be free
Yet belong to someone
Aching to feel
Scared of being hurt
Wanting so much to be wanted
Yet belong to no one
Wanting to be held
Scared of being smothered
Aching to know love
Wanting so much to love
Scared of being
alone.

LONE WOLF by Sallie Jo Schewe
Like a long, lonely howl
my soul cries in the night.
I've lost the path that I was on,
my destination's not in sight.
I don't know where I'm going,
I've forgotten where I've been,
I don't know how to finish
What I've forgotten to begin.
I just stand here frozen
as the seasons slip around...
afraid to move, afraid to speak,
afraid I won't be found.
Like a lone wolf I have wandered
away from my own pack.
I don't know where I'm going and
I don't know the way back.

MIRRORS by Andrew W. Sharpe
When you look in the mirror
Disregard what you see
It'll be an image of you
Take it from me

It forgets about the inside
The stuff that makes you
It only shows the outside
Your eyes and hair too

It doesn't show your feelings
Nor the way you laugh or cry
It doesn't show the heartache
Only the tear in your eye

People are a lot like mirrors
They take you for what they see
I wish they would take a second look
And like me for being "me".

IMAGES OF LIFE IN A STORM by George D. Kirts
Heavy breezes cast on thick vapors
Propelling curtains in dance on sultry Summer night.
Electrified air sets emotions afire, felt heavy on the skin,
With a foreboding of doom, yet without really knowing.
As a storm brews on dark horizons,
Announcing its approach with a light show of electric.
A low rolling symphony of percussion follows,
A crescendo portent of violence building.
Exciting even at risk of possible destruction.
A chance instance of the many possibilities of life,
Disaster or promise, merely a twist of fate,
A matter of timing when playing the game.
Always the player, such is life in the storm,
Flashes of lightning casting flickering shadows,
Ethereal forms tripping the light fantastic.
The chances of life played out in a microcosm,
Like a moth dancing in the glow of a flame.
To dance too close is tantamount to death,
Yet, the warmth of the glow is ever so inviting.

I AM, THE DREAMER by Carol A. Schweicker
I shall dream past the dreams of
remembered youth.
Beyond the clouds of today, past
the shadows that steal the sunshine
from my heart, and darken the light
of tomorrow from my eyes.
My soul is quiet. I have brushed
away the cobwebs from my
brain, collected by thoughts of
resentment, despair.
I am strong. Beyond the rough
waves of anger that held me close
and cast me back to stand
weak and helpless, while others watched
and laughed at the fool. Was I the fool?
Did they laugh? Perhaps it was I,
who watched and laughed, while the
fool cried.

UNTITLED by Jade_x(Amanda)
Walk under the shadow of the raven's wing
Listen to the mournful voice as he sings.
Crush the heart that weeps;
Live in darkness while they sleep
Break the man who kisses the hand
Deny everything you hear and see
Just let the raven go free

ME VS. YOU by Sheree Gillet
We are stuck in a world of political prisons
Learning to fight for who we are
Finding out that it does no good
Just look up, heaven isn't that far.

Families broken and emotionally paralyzed
With no one there to hold them
No one to hear their scream;
Living in a nightmare, praying for a dream.

Mommy...Daddy...where'd you go?
I need not be punished
For I already know
someday they'll see, it makes no difference

No Difference to Me--

IN THE CLOSET by CLynne
I'm stuck in the closet.
There's no way out but in my mind;

I scream, but no one answers.
I beat on the door, but no one comes.
I'm pulled in further, the door lost from sight.

I scream, but no voice is heard.
I'm spinning around looking at one face,
The face of a friend whose ears cannot hear my sins.

I'm trapped by the chains of friendship and society.
Looking on, the face turns to your face;
I reach out, but you're too far away.

You seem the angel, while I fall to hell.
My sins reaching out to me, haunting.
One last time, I scream, "HELP ME!"
But you turn away, shunning me.

I turn to face my sins,
My fear turning into sadness,
Tears streaming down my face.
I close my eyes, for I can see the fires of hell.
The place I must stay for my sins.
One family gone, all friends gone, or else turned away.

HAVE YOU EVER --a song by The Offspring
Falling, I'm falling
Have you ever walked through a room
But it was more like the room passed around you
Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled
You through

Have you ever been at some place
Recognizing everybody's face
Until you realized that there was no one there you knew
Well I know

Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time
Have you ever

Falling, I'm falling
Have you ever buried your face in your hands
Cause no one else around you understands
Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be
Have you ever felt like there was more
Like someone else was keeping score
And what could make you whole was simply out of reach
Well I know

Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever

Falling, I'm falling
Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, my darkest friend is me again
Have you ever
Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever

When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay

So if you walk away, who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place

When the truth walks away, everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay

So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay

LAMENT OF THE 90'S by Mike Clay

Nobody knows quite how to be popular.
They just try to be like someone of high stature
thinking it will make them more liked.
People like this are lower than the people
like me who are rejected from society and
cannot seem to fit in the jigsaw puzzle
of life. At least we are true to ourselves and
everyone around us instead of trying
to be like an idolized pop icon such
as all these new pop and rap bands
appearing this decade. I'm true to
my roots, feeling, and inner scars
I bear. Always remember; no matter
who you think you are, you are no
better than us. At least we are
honest and truthful to the world
instead of putting on a false image for
the public. You are the odd ones after
all and in reality; the misfits are actually
normal.

I AIM TO CONFUSE by Mandrake
I aim to please...
I aim to please everyone who matters in life,
The inner child, the inner voice, the inner will,
The inner desires, the inner pains, the inner
dreams. You?
I'll shatter your preconceptions,
Like a 12 gauge shell through a ripe watermelon,
Roughly as forcefully and twice as messy.
Unlearning is pain and I'm your sadist.
Cast me out to the nether regions of your mind,
Reducible is popular, profound and complex is not.
Arrest me for the capital crime of thought,
Just dont take my soul, my deformed claws,
Will rip it out of your beautiful hands.
Burn me in your superficial light,
That my darkness dances so gracefully around,
I'm always a millimeter out of reach.
Bring the floodlight and just try,
When you cant see the darkness,
That's when it's in your mind.
That's when you see the murderer's conscience,
That's when you see the poor man's treasure,
That's when you see the madman's soul,
That's when you see what I really am.
"Disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed,"
More than a saying on a bumper sticker,
The emperor who has no clothes,
Is just as naked as the poor man without them,
Only the humble man admits it.
The more you fight me, the more there I am.
I please no one. I aim to confuse

UNTITLED by Anonymous
To laugh
is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep
is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another
is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings
is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams,
before the crowd
is to risk loss.
To love
is to risk not being loved in return.
To live
is to risk dying.
To hope
is to risk despair.
To go forward in
the face of overwhelming odds is
to risk failure.
But risk we must.
Because the greatest hazard in life
is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing does
nothing, has
nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but he can't learn,
feel change, grow or love.
Chained by his certitudes, he is a
slave.
He has forfeited his freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.

SECRET by Jami Lopez
My name is anonymous.
I hide in the shadows of the night.
Pleading to be noticed,
Hungry for the light.
My life is a secret,
Wearing its disguise.
No one meets my sadness,
No one hears my cries.
I feel like the forsaken one,
Living all alone.
Crawling to desolate corners,
Fearing the unknown.
But there must be others like me,
Afraid to show themselves.
Hiding their true feelings,
Stashing them on shelves.
We are the chosen ones,
Running in life's race.
Wanting to be winners,
But settling for second place.
Trying to speak up,
Give us courage, we pray.
Our chance comes and goes,
Well, perhaps
another day.

Through the eyes of a fan, what is there to see?
Warriors clashing swords in the blink of an eye.

Through the eyes of a wrestler, what is there to see?
A sea of fans, hopeful..few willing to see.

In the heart of wrestling hopefuls, what is there to see?
High hopes, discouragement, stubbornness and glee.
A question runs through their heads:
Will they ever see me?

In the heart of a wrestler, what is there to see?
Exhaustion, pride, and the question:
will they ever see ME?

In the minds of the fans they are put on pedestals;
In the hearts of only a few they are people like you and I;
In the hearts of wrestling hopefuls they are respected for putting
their bodies on the line.

From Shane McMahon and Rocky
To Goldberg and so on
Each earning some sort of respect
yet not knowing who we are.

In the mind of a fan, what is there to see?
Pride, and the question:
Will they ever see me?

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