The Mystery Man
By: Rachael Carmine
What are you that smiles at me from across the field of sunshine and flowers?
What are you that whispers my name in the wind?
What are you that stills the heart within?
Are you the one who kills the roses and blackens up the sky?
Are you the one who torments me, laughing in my dreams?
Are you the one who sees -- me?
I think I know you -- we’ve met somewhere before,
On the corner of Heart Sleeve and Misery Bore.
Yes, it is you who slammed into me with your face concealed.
You who have stalked me that day forward, face never revealed.
I do not know your name, sir, or from whence you came,
But I do know this, sir, I can no longer play your game.
Either come to me and burn me,
Or come to me and spark a flame!
I am tired of this back and forth, this pendulum on a swing.
With you I can not be myself, it is so paralyzing.
I am always on the look out, trying to be ahead.
Fearing you’ll catch me looking,
And I’ll fall for you instead.
Here is an old prose poem that I wrote many years ago when I was first starting to write poems and prose. I think that I should put a disclaimer on this particular piece of writing. At the time that I wrote this, my life was turned upside down and I had begun to dabble in very dark things and this dabbling had caused my mind to run away from reality. Whenever I tried to face reality, I would hate myself for what I had become. I didn't realize at the time that I had much deeper issues that needed to be resolved but weren't even acknowledged because I am an introvert. Needless to say, my life since then has become much better thanks to God for carrying me every step of the way and now, through counseling, I have the tools to face my daily challenge of depression and anxiety. If anything that I share on this blog can help anyone out there, then I'm glad that I have shared it.
Once Living in Darkness
By: Rachael (Davis) Carmine
I have been there, I have lived it.
To be condemned is not worth living.
Walking in the dark;
I still see all the things that lay before me.
Yet, I am blind.
A taste of immortality is what I had.
It usually turned to ash as I savored it.
The sounds of death were all I heard.
Then this noisy life overtook my world.
I know the smell of the darkness,
it has such a sweet perfume.
This captivating scent, the feeling I
thought I had, really was none at all.
I am hollow in this darkened world.
Empty for all to see and touch.
Here is an old prose poem that I wrote many years ago when I was first starting to write poems and prose. I think that I should put a disclaimer on this particular piece of writing. At the time that I wrote this, my life was turned upside down and I had begun to dabble in very dark things and this dabbling had caused my mind to run away from reality. Whenever I tried to face reality, I would hate myself for what I had become. I didn't realize at the time that I had much deeper issues that needed to be resolved but weren't even acknowledged because I am an introvert. Needless to say, my life since then has become much better thanks to God for carrying me every step of the way and now, through counseling, I have the tools to face my daily challenge of depression and anxiety. If anything that I share on this blog can help anyone out there, then I'm glad that I have shared it.
Once Living in Darkness
By: Rachael (Davis) Carmine
I have been there, I have lived it.
To be condemned is not worth living.
Walking in the dark;
I still see all the things that lay before me.
Yet, I am blind.
A taste of immortality is what I had.
It usually turned to ash as I savored it.
The sounds of death were all I heard.
Then this noisy life overtook my world.
I know the smell of the darkness,
it has such a sweet perfume.
This captivating scent, the feeling I
thought I had, really was none at all.
I am hollow in this darkened world.
Empty for all to see and touch.
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