eyes. I haven't been alive for very long, but you've kept me singing along. Without you by myside I wonder what hope lies deep inside... if its not within your soul. I never cared about another not a single thing, and if I did it be all be waste of time... I know not a thing...
A passion so deep that once burned through. ..
I never wanted to face your words were untrue. ..
But,time has passed and I see clearly all your deceitful ways..
I see all my heartache and pain...
I shatter the glass of how you once enslaved my heart...
The red haze of rage tears...
(And all the a's in the random places are actually where I typed apostrophes, but EP messed it up)
I know I'm not alone when you are here
I can always count on you to bring a smile to my face
Until recently you were all I thought about
You were all my heart yearned for
When The Words are
At The tips of a
And the Pen begins
All you have to do
is speak the words
And I begin to write
In harmony, Like dance
Music playing in my head
passion is Poetry
This I know
Because my passion is
Love of Poetry
this is a sin
Now the story really begins
And she's in chains
She can't explain
She wants to drain,what goes on in her brain
She wants to gain, to feel no pain
She wants to hit a vein
So she feels no pain...
I got stuck in the bathroom because of the zombies outside
I wasted two hours scared in the middle of the night
It's almost back to that
I'm terrified of my own cat
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
I'll stop being able to ask if that's real
Is that real?
Is there really...
and there, I write without a care, imagination I don't compare, they sometimes bring me a big despair, but poems are great to pass the time better than doing a lot of crime, they help me in ways I can't explain without them I be insane, there's good poems and theres bad like the...
.about someone i loved dearly that broke my heart...
As the faint glittering of stars light up the night sky...
I envision his love..
Wishing it was forever mine..
The fast beat of my heart..
As I got lost in his embrace. ..
The spell he put on my heart everytime he said my name...
effort into this, so it might sound shiz.
I stand and I stare, unable to make sense.
My crumbling mask has revealed pretense.
Constantly asking myself so much questions,
As I look in the mirror, at my reflection.
Why am I worthless and dead inside?
Why, oh why, can't I...
You came to me and made it stay.
You make me feel like it's okay
To keep living yet another day.
I lost my joy along the ride.
You made me smile so it's by my side.
The laughter that came so frequently got lost in my tragedies.
You came along so instantly..
Now my laughter...
But I hear you.
You may not see me
But I see you.
You scream and fight
But promise you're alright.
These walls become thin
When it's half past ten.
You can't lie to me again.
I don't want to pretend
Like this isn't the end.
Just split up already.
We all know your loves...
A place my giggles languishAnd hums lullaby rhymes,My memories remain placidUnblemished and un-stirredLonging for that one touch That sent ripples down the alleyWhere childhood dreams perch,I may have grown a modern manBut when dreams go dryAnd draw beyond my reachI return...
Marching in from the east,
Water, wind and fire,
The sky versus the earth
Blazing, pounding cannons.
Blazing, pounding cannons...
A few moments later
the earth claims victory,
nourished, refreshed and calm.
Blazing Sun has returned.
can you guess what its is?
we look for it when we are a wake and a sleep it crushes more than it builds.
we humans are addicted to love we are addicts to the only drug that doesn't exist.
So I don't normally write poems, but since I am madly in love with you I thought I would give it a shot but I chickened out so instead you get this video, besides I think you know how I feel.To put it simply.........Honey, honey, sugar in a language I may not understand but a...
looked at a scar I got from breaking my hand and decided to write a poem about it. It is perfectly named as "Scars", tell me what you think!
"Scars, deeply entrenched onto, our skin,
Is it a symbol of fortitude, or the weakness within?
Scars, do we remember the pain, it had...
I love the things she does
The things that make me care
I love the way her ears hold back her hair
Her eyes just make me stare
I love her from the way she chats
To the way she reads and writes
I love her from her toes to her eyes
And all the way back
I love you, and I wish you'd...
as the gold, she has a beauty that beats the sun, that is like two in one. Hypnotic enough to make you her only one. This is what really makes her exotic. Crazy and chaotic, beautiful and patriotic. She is worth to cling to. The only one to descend to. Love her to the end, for...
and still...so in love with you!
Sometimes I'm reckless and just don't have a clue.
Sometimes I'm just silly.
Which makes you love me too.
Sometimes I'm a bit too serious often a bit too quiet.
Sometimes I bottle up, enough rage to easily start a riot!
Sometimes I'm down and...
Just fake a smile
Cause After a while,
everyone will stop asking why.
I guess there is no need to cry. They don't know it's just a lie.
Just go with it.
Don't throw a fit.
You'll be better off alone.
No need to ***** and moan.
They don't know what you're going...
when I was 15
Sonetimes its like he’s only my friend because there’s no one left to listen.
He doesn’t know I love him, he doesn’t notice tears that glisten.
He doesn't know I hurt so much, and he truly doesn’t see,
That the reason that I’m dying is because of what...
If you're asking do I need you
The answer is forever
If you're asking will I leave you
The answer is never
If you're asking what do I value
The answer is you
If you're asking do I love you
The answer is I DO
If you're asking if I care about you
The answer is yes
of a poem I wrote which is called "Revolution".
"An idea pure and yet to be defiled
Of the day we all become equal,
Let me tell you young child
About those that will fight for the people,
The man who brandishes a silver tongue
Ready to speak for the oppressed,
In halls of...
I handed him my heart
I knew I was taking a chance
But I felt like it worth taking
He took it from my hands
He held it close
And he held it tight
I knew it would be safe with him
I knew he would protect it
Little by little he gave me his
He knew I would love it
And knew I...
for english *face palm* I totally hated how it turned out..
His smile is like a warm breeze
comforting and inviting
it lifts you off your feet
and isn’t too much but just right
something I wish for
but not something that occurs often
His smile is like a warm breeze...
Your eyes are black.
Your mouth is dry.
You wanna do anything.
Your on top of the sky.
Your telling lies.
Your stealing supplies.
You were here, now your no where near.
You were headed towards a career, now your looking I'm the mirror.
Your hairs a mess.
You slide on a dress...
before time shifts
11:11, Hurry! Quick!
Hurry! Quick! Before the tick!
Better think fast, what do you want?
To flaunt? An aunt? Or an evening jaunt?
No, no. That's too small.
It's not an object I seek at all.
What I wish for is so pure.
Your love for me would be my cure.
they wrote this poem and I liked it and the message or idea I get from it and she said I could post it because I wanted to share it with you all too :)
"If I were born as a tree
Would I have preferred
to be a bird, soaring free?
suppose I were insistently puritanical
I lie awake yet another night without you here. I think of a day long ago when I held you near.
I dream of days gone by and how I wiped your eyes, makes me cry. You arent here to wipe away my tears. The year's have come and gone but yet you live on. Deep in the bank vault of...
. now I barely do. I know that I can write when I'm sad about ****.. and I basically am when I'm alone. but I think I mainly fear that someone will look at my thoughts and poetry when I'm not around. I like to keep certain things to myself and I would love to write poetry again...
Longing for a beauty
The world had never known
My burdens weren’t so heavy
I felt them float away
I found a place of peace
And knew that I would stay
Each day was filled with song
You couldn’t help but sing
Pain was never feared
For there was no such thing
The chain of rains is here again,
The same fire has kindled once again in my chest,
The day was a similar of kind,
when we came across each other,
The flowers had blossomed in my heart,
And not in the garden,
The weather is the same but it's not the same season anymore,
and depression and very similar topics haha but to become a better writer I have been doing exercises were someone gives me a topic to three and I need to make it into a poem. All of these are first drafts my goal is to just make an okay poem that matches the concepts.
Dealing with the same hell
Just different devils~
I wrote this down during class when my teacher was talking about pop quizzes (even though she have it away to us) and the other kids were looking at her like; Baka.. XDXD
With all we been thru,
I still love you.
Nothing can take your
place nor can I part you.
You make my day,
even when my sky is gray.
I enjoy your love and how we do, I enjoy everything and the hardships we go thru.
Every argument and every trial,
Its worth going the extra mile...
but now I see.
There is a darker side of me.
The side that finds this world grotesque.
And begs this soul be put to rest.
Eyes the windows to souls maybe...
Turn off mine , I dont care to see.
If mine enemy you choose to be.
You will not like the darker side of me!
There is no...
Silver mist caressing
soft , enthralling
against tree, against leaf,
a wanderer's face
violet veil -
A special bond one cannot see,
It wraps us up in it's cocoon,
And holds us fiercely in it's womb.
It's fingers spread like fine spun gold,
Gently nestling us to the fold,
Like silken thread it holds is fast,
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread...