CAMELOT FANTASIES

I love your latest poem.

Fighting with the depth of despair
Built up a wall
Many times I cannot bear
To breathe deeply at all
Constricted from all the constant strife
Day to day is easier
Than the loneliness of the suffocating night
One foot  in front of the other
Is a burden
My life
I had so many dreams
Many hopes
I'm broken
On the outside I smile
Painted on like a clown
Look closely my mask is ****
Closer still
My soul is shattered
My tears that flowed like an endless stream
Take a break in between my endless scream
Laughter you hear is echoing
That of my mad mind
To you it's disturbing
To me the laughter is kind
The glistening sharp blade of the knife
As I mark my arms
I cut deep enough
For the pain makes me feel
Like life is real
Watching the blood
Drip from my cuts
This life sucks
They tell me they love me
Who gives a ****
The demons in my head
This continual thread
In moments of clarity
I feel the dread
For they laugh and mock me
They want me to slice harder
Demons chant that they want me dead
I need to quiet my weeping
For my children are sleeping
That thought
Children
My death can wait one more night
As dawn breaks into the bright light
Like a good actress
Smiling and laughing
Fighting my plight
Daily I'm dying
Slow painful death

You're welcome, Lady Divine. The horse photo is very beautiful. Thank you very much for sharing.

Fighting with the depth of despair
Built up a wall
Many times I cannot bear
To breathe deeply at all
Constricted from all the constant strife
Day to day is easier
Than the loneliness of the suffocating night
One foot  in front of the other
Is a burden
My life
I had so many dreams
Many hopes
I'm broken
On the outside I smile
Painted on like a clown
Look closely my mask is ****
Closer still
My soul is shattered
My tears that flowed like an endless stream
Take a break in between my endless scream
Laughter you hear is echoing
That of my mad mind
To you it's disturbing
To me the laughter is kind
The glistening sharp blade of the knife
As I mark my arms
I cut deep enough
For the pain makes me feel
Like life is real
Watching the blood
Drip from my cuts
This life sucks
They tell me they love me
Who gives a ****
The demons in my head
This continual thread
In moments of clarity
I feel the dread
For they laugh and mock me
They want me to slice harder
Demons chant that they want me dead
I need to quiet my weeping
For my children are sleeping
That thought
Children
My death can wait one more night
As dawn breaks into the bright light
Like a good actress
Smiling and laughing
Fighting my plight
Daily I'm dying
Slow painful death

superb prose lady D.

Love your page Divine Metamorphoses...mondo-like-love...**** up that's a bird..hats off..kindly ifarm
A poem for you....

Fulcrum of Pain

Washing  the  ebony  roads  of  life  in  laughter  and  colour

Shine  a  light  touch  the  mind  of  the  dark  torn  and  weary

Drifting  in  broken  lines  empty  lost  souls  stalk  hunger

Drained  to  weakness  capitalised  the  stench  of  bleakness

While  darkness  chained  yesterday's  and  today's

Hung  in  the  distance... just  one  day ...tomorrow

Starkness  tainted  the  art  of   a tinctured  flickering  flame

In  the  rue  of  falling  shadows,  life  wormed  a  riddle 

Although  so  complex  a  clue  was  given

The  heart  so  special...the  beat  goes on... the  beat  goes on 

But  the  angels  of  darkness  hold  hard...  no  mercy

The  castles  of  love  crumble  to  the  fulcrum  of  pain

Sun-box  the  colours  pop  the  art  of  life

Just  to touch  eye  to  the  breast  of  a  golden  eagle  soaring

Held  steadfast... offered  opulent  vision  no more

The  act  of  lust  disembowelled  the  art  of  love

The  divinity  of  divineness  just  was  war

And  love  only  the  magic  of  hearts  under surrender

We  fight  on now... fighting the  steel blue-black thunder

And  they  crush  on  as  a  soldier cries give us love 

As  we  walk the  shadows  of  the  empty  wars

The  empire  strikes  hard  to  put  the  crush  on  the  cry  of  love

We  are  machines  now  we  march  not onto  glory

We  fight  just  to  die  over  and  over  again

A  dime  buys nothing  except  the  rain  of  pain

We fight  on  the  backs  of  glutinous  hard-money-men
 
As  we  deliver  we  die  in  the  blue  fields  of  red

Fall hard  at the  feet  of the steel blue-black thunder 

And  as  we  fall  we  fall deeply into the  heart of  betrayal 

-ifarm

Love your page Divine Metamorphoses...mondo-like-love...**** up that's a bird..hats off..kindly ifarm
A poem for you....

Fulcrum of Pain

Washing  the  ebony  roads  of  life  in  laughter  and  colour

Shine  a  light  touch  the  mind  of  the  dark  torn  and  weary

Drifting  in  broken  lines  empty  lost  souls  stalk  hunger

Drained  to  weakness  capitalised  the  stench  of  bleakness

While  darkness  chained  yesterday's  and  today's

Hung  in  the  distance... just  one  day ...tomorrow

Starkness  tainted  the  art  of   a tinctured  flickering  flame

In  the  rue  of  falling  shadows,  life  wormed  a  riddle

Although  so  complex  a  clue  was  given

The  heart  so  special...the  beat  goes on... the  beat  goes on

But  the  angels  of  darkness  hold  hard...  no  mercy

The  castles  of  love  crumble  to  the  fulcrum  of  pain

Sun-box  the  colours  pop  the  art  of  life

Just  to touch  eye  to  the  breast  of  a  golden  eagle  soaring

Held  steadfast... offered  opulent  vision  no more

The  act  of  lust  disembowelled  the  art  of  love

The  divinity  of  divineness  just  was  war

And  love  only  the  magic  of  hearts  under surrender

We  fight  on now... fighting the  steel blue-black thunder

And  they  crush  on  as  a  soldier cries give us love

As  we  walk the  shadows  of  the  empty  wars

The  empire  strikes  hard  to  put  the  crush  on  the  cry  of  love

We  are  machines  now  we  march  not onto  glory

We  fight  just  to  die  over  and  over  again

A  dime  buys nothing  except  the  rain  of  pain

We fight  on  the  backs  of  glutinous  hard-money-men
 
As  we  deliver  we  die  in  the  blue  fields  of  red

Fall hard  at the  feet  of the steel blue-black thunder

And  as  we  fall  we  fall deeply into the  heart of  betrayal

-ifarm

Thank you Sir iFarm

Love all of your works pivotal and draws into a plethora of extreme emotions.

Fulcrum of pain sometimes can denote a pleasure dome.

Love that you're a part of our Creative Corner of Camelot

It's exciting all of this amazing talent housed and working together

Keep them coming Sir iFarm

Love and light
Divine

Following your dream
Finding the passion that makes you grow
Everything is not what it seems
When you become insular
Losing your way
Is a slow
Way to die
While you're alive
Day in, day out
Running on a treadmill
To no place
Let it go, do an about face
Exercise your right
Strengthen your will
Dissolve all the meaningless words
Self talk to purgatory
A dead waste of bad taste
Find the passion that makes you grow
Following your dreams
Can be Heaven on Earth

~Divine