Let it Flood, Let it Rain!

I’m welling up, overflowing with shame,
an accidental masochist, I love my pain.
I openly deny that I am self maimed.
My passion, poetry; it’s why I’m insane.
I’m overcome by the thoughts in my brain.
Let these words flow! So, I can be drained.
Let it flood! Let it rain!
Let out this rage!
Let these words spill out and land on the page
These words are the reason I cause myself pain.
Let it flood! Let it rain!
Let this damn break!
So I can create.

Carina Fosse

© By PollutedPoet On 4/6/2010

Fictional Guidance

ancient scriptures, opinionated text

historic guidebooks handwritten by man

these writings should sometimes be second guessed

they were written before time had began

the ten commandments are moral guidelines

they should not be abided by word for word

the Decalogue reflected ancient times

to obey it all would just be absurd

don’t believe all the impossible tales

don’t blindly follow in the name of faith

read The Bible and Quran, the details

faith is glorious, but not without debate

don’t just conform to your preachers notions

find faith on your own,  decide your devotion

© By PollutedPoet

HAZE

My world is blurry and surreal
but I’m way to lost to care
Dazed in this hazy fog
bloodshot vision is unclear

Choking through this smog
I try to remain cautious
Searching for fresh air
I’m sickened and I’m nauseous

Why should I even care?
to breathe fresh air once more
since I engulfed myself in this haze
I forgot what the world was like before

Before I was stuck in this smoggy daze
I never appreciated fresh air
I never really acknowledged it
It was always just there

The air, I polluted it
because I didn’t care at all
This pollution can’t be reversed
It will choke me until I fall

Now my cloud is ready to burst
stress built up, I’m saturated.
Toxins struggle to leak out
but are stuck in this fog that I created

The pollutants. I try to let out
but they condense around me
I can never find any air
because this smog has found me.

This polluted haze around my brain
the cloud thickens and drives me insane
when will it rain?
When will I change?

Carina Fosse
15.09.2009

 

© By PollutedPoet

Across this Vast Ocean

Across This Vast Ocean Pt. 1

Across this vast ocean, my spirit is being snatched.
I’ve floated away, so alone and detached.

I’ve crossed this ocean in an effort to move foward.
Yeah, I’m on a path, but what’s that path headed toward?

Uncertainty has led me here and uncertainty draws me back.
My will keeps me here and it’s to late to retract.

There is an ocean between us cluttered with wreckage.
I tell you we can cross it but you never get the message.

This ocean is tremendous and I’m on the other side.
Crossing it may seem impossible, if you’ve never tried.

Carina Fosse
10102007

© By PollutedPoet

Armor

I can see through you
see through your lies
you put on so much armor
but it”s no disguise
your secrets are buried under your flesh
to dig them up is your last wish
you never ask for pity
yet you shame yourself
ashamed of yourself
you never ask for help
the pain inside lingers like purgatory
unsettled and unresolved
an untold story

© By PollutedPoet On 10/20/2009 10:37:41 PM

I AM NOT DEAD (minute poem)

LET GO OF THE PAST, Plan ahead!

I AM NOT DEAD!

I am not stuck

I won”t give up

 

I need to move on, make things right

This is my fight…

life, defend it

I can”t end it

 

Stop telling myself that I am done

Change and become

Life is worth it!

I deserve it!

 

Carina Fosse

 

© By PollutedPoet On 11/18/2009 1:38:36 AM

Stones

I know not to burn bridges,

but I still seem to clutter my paths

I know how to put out the fires,

but I’ll get stuck, knee deep in ash

Every mountain I climb

is just another stone

blocking my path

my path back home

Every bump I hit

I’ll bring it along

Every rock I carry

makes me strong

I pick up every pebble

every stone, every boulder

I just keep adding to the weight

the weight on my shoulders

every rock I pick up

keeps weighing me down

But I’ll never let them go

even if they make me drown

My collection of stones,

my past , my story

my tradegies and triumphs

my sadness, my glory

I’m attached to my stones

I treasure my collection

what every stone represents

I have no recollection

my stones are a part of me

I cannot deny

I’ll carry these stones

until the day I die

—Carina Fosse—

12.10.2008

Is There a Pill? (An Emo Limerick)

Is there a pill to make it go away?

 Is there a chance the pain is here to stay?

 the pain is oh so real

it’s all that I can feel

Why do I want to live another day?

Bi-

I may not know who I am
but everyone else does
I love who ever I am
so please don’t judge

you claim to know
people just like me
you stereo type
and choose to spite me

you don’t know me at all
or care to find out
I think I have found myself
so don’t make me have doubt

I am who I am
nothing more to figure out
but if you absolutely must know
I’ll spit it right out

I am not in the closet!
and I’m not undecided!
I love people for people,
should I have to hide it?

I am not just confused.
I am just me!

Carina F**king Fosse

Our World, Our Hate

A small amount of hate lies inside us all.
This hate can dwell, consume and divide us all.
You may not show it, hate is not always something you share.
Discomfort, judgement, pride and prejudice are all because of fear.
Please, Stop passing this fear to our children. Hate can only be taught.
It was passed down from generations of neighbors that have fought.
Hate has seperated us, slaughtered us and enslaved us.
We hate for of our god, because Satan has craved us.
Hate breeds, plagues, lingers and remains.
Hate is only passed on, so we must make a change.
Change isn’t just gonna come, we have to make it happen.
Break this murderous cycle and put down our weapon.
It’s a tremendous challenge to stop all the wars caused by hate,
but we can make a change, we do choose our world’s fate.
Teach our children that we are all different, special and unique.
Take notice of our judgements and watch how we speak.
Embrace our cultures, our foods and our arts.
Open our minds, taste the fruits of our world and open our hearts.
If we could understand our differences and agree to disagree.
Imagine how much better OUR world would be.

 

Carina Fosse