but no vision in me
I've got keys in my hands, but i'm no longer free
I've been lied to my face and laughed at my back,
taunted by my mirror self, plowed like a jack.
I've got a big heart to give, with no love at all
For it's been used up already and made feel so small.
I don't think this is the best I've written myself.
Strangled by a Curse
Cries shatter the eerie silence
Lonesome tombs, at rest but unsettled,
Fizz around the thorny nettles
Not a sound, but a blow.
Not a glow, but a show.
A stroll around the pacifying gloom
Peacefully creating a venue for harmony
A season to breathe, grateful times
They are spoiled by a scene, hard but mild.
For beyond the enchanted woods
Just right past the barbed fence
There lies a woman selling goods
Of scarves, hoods and walking boots.
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A Moment of Nocturnal Agony
Drooping eyes and nervous feet
You're glued to your chair, thinking who to meet...
dull grey ones
Damp and fairly drab
Like deep shadows above
The heads of the crowds
Of people passing by
Told or else hinted at
The coming Autumn rains
As a single figure walked,
Slowly as if under stress
As if weighed down by
Sheer sadness of her life,
A life full of...
She will hold dear his earthly desires
A woman in love wants her man to be fulfilled,
She honors him and bestows joy in his life every day
When a woman loves a man,
In her loving arms, he finds sanctuary.
He and she celebrate their passion
They are one in mind and...
Seeping through your hair,
They wash away the grease.
Purifying the small blue river within
It flows on and on, who cares about the sin?
Go clean the sticky splatters on the floor
That's covered with the hopeless tears you pour.
Make a brand new cloud, get ready to rise...
and shadows tango in the night.
Darkness sweeps her off her feet.
They dance around the corners of the houses that line the street.
They gracefully swing around the poles of the street lights,
savoring every moment.
The moon is their disco ball,
shining over them.
you see a star,
And wish it came down,
Beside the flowing stream
There by you is the fallen star,
Hold her hands, feel her heavenly warmth,
See her soul in those starry blue eyes,
tell her tales she missed
from her heights,
Tell her those dreams
you wove in...
One that is feared, a midnight rose' bloom.
Concealed by a thick, emerging wall
Cries never heard, dying off at her call.
Peering round the tombstone tree,
I see leaves swaying in the ominous breeze.
A foretelling of an unknown story
That has come to end, Grimm's morning...
To the beam of the tragic moonlight trance
Bitter but sweet, tried but simple
The story has to end, to make all nimble.
The craft designed by the mastermind
Is no ordinary one of its delicate kind.
It nibbles away at the very edge of souls
They grow pale and weak...
now named, ''An Enigmas War''
I stand there, glancing across the plain,
I see just across no man's land,
My dark side, my hatred, and pain,
I draw my sword with a bellowing cry,
''Courage! Valour! Justice! Today our foes die!''
So I lead the charge, and both sides clash,
How you were and how you've been,
I spoke to you of my Plan B,
And the world ahead that I now see,
For without you I could not live,
Was the message that I tried to give,
You listened to me but did you hear,
Do you know the reason behind my tears?
I really loved you and I...
for the judge, far wise her nudge.
The doom lays out in an open row
Choices, sacrifices to be made in tow.
Gently she speaks,
Her mouth in a crease.
"Our city will burn
And there's no hope to be saved.
It will just occur,
And for millennia it'll lurk."
nice cool grass,
Soaked in chill dew
The morning spring dew
Like new rain from above
Slightly wets the grass blades
And each cool plant sliver,
each cool blade of green
Are part of a larger lawn
Shining in cool sunlight
Prior to the midday heat
And standing tall and thin
it's just stacked lines
sometimes it's banal and trite
I break the academic rules
and write songs to be sung by fools
Maybe I don't suffer enough
to write about tragedy and love
I call it bad poetry
maybe I'm out of touch
there is such a thing as too much subtlety
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Down the long and narrow path I walked,
Down and out of Heaven I stalked,
Into Hell I was brought,
Love is what I sought,
But into slavery I was...
and wind blows through her hair,
She runs the River Valley without one single care,
She takes even strides to a beat all of her own,
This angel that I see, has anybody ever known?
Of such a beautiful spirit so wild and untamed,
I hope to catch her someday or make her turn my...
colors of the rainbow? Most eyes see a vibrant world painted by the full color spectrum soaking up the light prisms as they cast wavelengths of different variations and shades to create primary and secondary colors. The chapters of my life story are colorblind. My world consists...
upon the unknown
Tearing away straws of plants full-grown
The nature's beryl stands tall with a charming little sapphire
Crumbling time and time, kicked by the desirable vampire.
The throat thirsts for trickled harmony
My feet run for the bittersweet tragedy
My eyes skim for...
and all will be gone
Your soul, your mission and person we'll mourn.
Searching for a reason to live and breathe
We slowly reel, round the roll we bleed.
Dangling from above are pieces unsaved
Reserved for the broken, but unlike our taste.
For memories true only hold the maze...
I love her; how much she'll never know
She stands on a rainbow in the sky
I touch her softly just with my eye
But kiss her soul and say goodbye.
Until sun and rain do meet again
My heart will wait to fly.
The death being raised
The sacrifice is placed.
For the pain a soul carries
Only her sweet mother marries
Sons and fathers though, unite
In the glory of the horror night.
Wine glasses clinking
High peasants blinking
Doomsday is arriving
With them men not realizing...
Where all hell exists to threaten
In a deadly, vivid terrifying pattern.
Empty stillness clouds the night air
Mystifying horror in a sorrowful embrace.
The skies seem to sob with me, too
The world at its mercy,
Droplets of its tears jumping like a kangaroo...
that you are single-handedly spawning a step in my rise to success, you neglect me. You run the roses into the flames right before my eyes. Boast, I will not, but should my day-glow pierce your eyes and crisp your skin then my point has been made. Dust and gas can go a long way...
Was I right?Was I wrong?Was I weak?Was I strong?Do I know?Do I have?Am I lack?My thoughts, my life,my feelings, my strife..Your thoughts, your masks,your likes, your tasksWhat is IN these, what is there?They are not me, they are not you..I am you, and you are me,there is NO other...
GOD was in a dilemma about ADAM
He had created him in his own likeness
a sort of DEMI-GOD ! Upright - strong
single minded - handsome - hairy - quite
intelligent - bossy - adventuresome but not
quite self sufficient - something missing !
GOD had to some extent modelled ADAM...
my tiny waist,
my mind and body now awakened as the blood in my heart raced.
The atmosphere changed around me, the music no longer plays through my ear,
all I can hear is my heart beat pulsing as he draws me in so near.
My nose began to tingle as I smell his familiar spicy...
that is my life,
I battle the pain and face the strife,
I live with the hope that I'll become,
A true man to be loved by someone,
I've felt rejected every way I've turned,
I've changed so much but haven't learned,
That no matter what I must move on,
Cherish the good and the...
MY MOTHER - has lovely white Persian Cat
and she loves me and when I visit my Mum
SNOWY always makes a fuss of me and ........
we kiss and cuddle and play together !
That is a good analogy for how
I interact with my lovely GIRL FRIENDS !
All kisses and cuddles and girlie talk...
I hope I can get a Honorable Mention at the least.
Lonesome Cries and Deafening Shatters
Angels dressed in pure white petals
Fly me lightly in cool morning breeze
To the destination most dreaded and unsettled
A place shrouded by sin and despair
A cause for the devil to bare...
This one i wrote in my high school days
JUST A KISS........
The gift from a mother to her new born child,
when she comes near the face of the soft n the mild.
If you name it,
Its just a kiss.
The present from a father, keeping his lips emotionally,
On the forehead of his daughter...
BLUE DIRECTOIRE KNICKERS
TWEED PERFUME (I'M MUCH TOO YOUNG !)
SLIPPERS (SAVE THEM 'TILL I'M 90 !)
SET OF PANS (I'M A MICROWAVE QUEEN)
ELECTRIC BLANKET (I'VE GOT MY FRIENDS TO KEEP ME WARM)
MONEY (IT SHOWS YOU HAVE NO IMAGINATION)
A BOOB JOB (YOU CAN'T IMPROVE ON PERFECTION)A...
My mind slips away as I lose my identity. Wrapped in a universe of pain knowing I must wake and face my fears. Passion pulled from the moment of inception leaving a void of uncertainty. How do I wake, how do I face my morning. My heart crushed by the desire of your tender...
moist and black
Hugs our wrists, like an iron tack.
Our eyes lock onto each others'
Like two rays intertwining
In the surroundings of unknown shroud lining.
One glitters impatiently like the rough azure sea
One lurks deep down in a dusty fog of mud and tea
As they clash in a...
to be eternity,
Is now an elongated wait.
As dreaded ticks accelerate fast
We tap our thighs for the fated blast.
A few seconds and all will be lost
Our brothers and sisters, the sorrowful holocaust.
Raised in the earth from the first fruit of time
Only to fall back down...
Roll the dice
My money my life
Sell my soul for
Some peace and joy
Treat my life
Like a toy
Use a knife
To pay my debt
Scars will fade
But I'll not forget
Think of Alice's wonderland
If insanity came for tea
And went nuts with a chainsaw
Look in my mind and...
dried leaves on the forest floor.
Assonant and consonant, the sounds come forth;
the wind, or footsteps being their release.
Stop and count the line breaks in life;
the syllables in each and every sound of the rushing stream.
Feel the prompting pause of a freshly fallen snow.
ALL MEN think they are Magiciansthey think they can sweep us offour feet with a few magic words !Their favourite word is abracadabrabut have you ever examined it ?A BRA - CAD - A BRA A CAD lookingfor two full bras !Well we know all men dream of a ********* but the majority...
Into a man's right ear.
Stealthily but steadily
It creeps away with his heart's lily.
Gullible travelers fall at its feet
Its woven traps astoundingly neat.
But their conclusions all so horribly tangled
In a big puzzling mess of death words wrangled.
Maidens pure as...
Hearing the angels sing in the windFeel them tugging at my heartstringsShowing me the way to feel alive and freeIs this the way to my destinyFollowing the sounds of their melodyI will gladly give them my wanton heartThey soar so high holding it tightCovering me with love as they...