with you on a burgundy, wood bench, discussing a topic I can't quite recall. In the middle of our conversation you put your silver headphones over my ears and asked me my honest opinion of the song that was playing.
But how could I have been honest with you if I don't know...
and rivulets run downWhilst I lay on my sick bed in pyjamas and a dressing gown.I think the lives of my old comrades were rather like the rain, Active, brief and passionate - free of all my pain.They were forged upon life's anvil and smote by the hammer of war,I knew them for a...
Rest your heart,here in my hands
Shield your soul behind me.
Let me safeguard your deepest thoughts
With a friendship given freely
I ask you not for anything
Yet,for you to be yourself
With all I am,and might ever be
I wish you happiness and health
So rest your heart and...
There are times, I'd like to rhyme. Or sing a song, that's so sublime. Or dance away until the daylight shines.
Just because I can.
There are days I'd like to swim. Or hike across a ravines rim. Or just live according to that day's whims.
Just because I can.
Pointing, laughing, talking,
Regular activities, right?
There I stand, hand on elbow,
Band aid on heart
Looking at the betrayal
Of my existence
The band aid falls,
And my heart cracks again
Suddenly it hardens,
It can't come undone
If some one can't get in.
Close my eyes,sit and sigh,lock away the tears inside.Won't let hope die,though I wonder why,evil finds a place to hideI think and try,to let love fly,and still I see far and wideThat answers reply,that goodness implies,that fear and pain cannot decideI stand with hands raised...
that is a rumor
I once heard when the
Moment was hot and
We rocked the bed
Was that ever true?
It it was, it was as
Fleeting as the foam
On an ocean wave before
It reaches the sand
But it was more than glorious
Cressage. The days are warm and bright.
There's blossom on the blackthorn: Wild flowers bloom, left and right.
A white bridge stands majestic, astride the Severn's flow.
Old pillboxes keep their vigil, still waiting for the foe.
The trees and the grass are greening: There's a...
I hear the tears, I see the pain, I feel the laughter wain.
I taste the fears, I feel the call, I see the superhero fall.
I know the spheres, I see the end, I feel the laughter come again.
I want to persevere, I feel the need, I see your heart as it bleeds.
I send you...
Inside the magic mirror. Inside the land of dreams.
Inside the crystal waters. Inside the placid streams.
Inside the favorite feeling. Inside the peaceful heart.
Inside the everlasting. Inside the brand new start.
Inside of your forever. Inside of your true blue.
Inside of all...
A soul is left to wanderthrough the pathways of the heartdown all the broken trailsand the forest; ever darkTo rise above the treelineto stand upon the peakof the mountains set before itas it searches for what it seeksAnd if the sun were to shineand fill that heart with...
Wonder about a world beyond space, beyond the galaxy? A world that is completely and utterly perfect. A world with peace & magical creatures. A world that has basically been pulled out of a fairytale book & is the exact opposite of this hell hole we call earth. Then reality hits...
If I began to strike a beat, would you play for me a tune
If I sang a song for you, will you dance around the room
If I came and held you close would you sigh so sweet
And if I looked into your eyes will my gaze you meet
If my breath was on your neck could it heat up your desire...
I'm the most perfect mistake
The mistake you always make
Takes the cake
When you say
You never make it again
Then you have the nerve to
Turn around and call me
Like your here till the end
I can't depend on you
Making choices that will
They talked to each other. Each with their own set of questions and replies. Each with a demanding want for a better understanding. They conversed. Neither stood accused or denied. Slowly did they try at first..., until again and again..., their lust overtook them, a wanting so...
Silent sounds within my frown, my entire world just crashing down.
And as my thoughts burn like a pyre, my mind gets torn, and heart expires.
Never sure just what went wrong, or where it is that you have gone.
I tell myself it was all a lie, because that is what will get...
In the Autumn, nighttime air
To hold you close and feel you there
To lay a kiss upon your cheek
To hear of all the things you'd speak
To walk along hand in hand
As the waves crash on the sand
As the moonlight lights the way
Our hearts wide open in love's display
that I depict as 'dark poetry' open your minds. Let me know what you think please
----- Interlude: food for thought
It's not always how you speak your mind, sometimes it's how you word it, who you might be speaking to, and how they heard it..
Don't look back I'm warning...
I remember the first day that we met, and you were all that I could see.
I still remember our first kiss, and the way you gazed at me.
I remember thinking way back then, that we could never last.
I remember thinking I wish we could, but that's all in the past.
We had so many good...
I'd like to tell you about a friend, who I think is just the best.
Her life has recently seemed to her, a bit like a small test.
She's really quite lovely. That's something I must confess.
Would you like to know her name ? Well, here she's known simply asQuintese
Now, the things...
change the world? What about the parrot? Yes, I admit it-the world we now live in is my fault...though the parrot isn't without blame either.
It has been 3 1/2 months since my birthday. For my present, I had gotten a parrot. Yes, a parrot. You know those little winged beasts...
Stone cold silent - Feels so violent
Torment raging, With his self war waging
Look too closely. Read it wrong
Not one place where he belonged
Stone cold stunning - He hit it running
Torment playing, With all He's saying
Look away, and miss it all...
I thought omniscience belonged to God
But you also blanket over life
To smother, unravel
And reconstruct the living
Dirt under my nails, just to get you out I would pick
Until I bleed
If that’s what it took to ruin your work of art
Spread dry and brittle over linen canvas
a strange energy mingling and mixing in the midst
bothered by many things of immediacy from back yonder from over there, from behind...THAT
they know me as kind and fair and fortunate and innocent
they know me not but not to worry I ain't gonna reminisce...
THAT is an...
I am therefore I am. Just doing what I can. I'll stay gone and I'll carry on. It's my only plan.
I was therefore I was. And why I'm gone is just because. I know stuff's been said. I'm not dumb or dead, but still can feel the claws.
I sleep therefore I dream. And...
Broken street lightsOld pieces of paper sweptAnd Scattered by the unfriendly windsWe are sparks of lightSeparated from the divineWe go on with our busy lives, meLoving you wherever you may goA love that was a circus of dead flowersThat leave a taste of sweetness foreverI hope you...
fountain seemed to glisten with the iridescent light of those whose lives surround it. I stood staring at it, that old forgotten fountain, whose manna it circulates from Poseidon’s domain. It was crafted from the stolen fire and the minds of men. It stands accomplished in its...
She could tell you how she
Her skin, once flawless
covered in dry blood stains
and torn skin
from the fault of a razor,
She hides from her
Because she'd rather keep
from her insanity.
to let my demons free.)
All I recall is vague mist in memory
I can bring to focus only tattered remnants.
A desperate sadness in the core of me,
tainting the past of guilt and innocence.
As sharp as the pang of regret I live in
No person, no words, no savior no hope.
Kisses and wishes, and the hook without fishes
Living and loving and eternal blisses
Sweetly denying the curses undying
and inside the truth see the thing that is lying
twisting the turning with a dead poet burning
and inside the madness of a person so yearning
though lifted on...
I've had my ups and downs
My highs and lows
Walked in the fires
of my soul's bellows
And through it all
I came to know
That before me stood A Door.
So with a trembling hand
I knocked not once but twice
When it didn't open I knocked thrice
Behind it I knew
There was a vice
I can feel It in there stirring,starting to come to life.I feel It's madness building,as It opens up Its eyes.I can sense It's aggrivation,as It shakes the cage's rusted bars.I know It comes back to life again.I hear It's laughter, and see It's scars.It's been idle for so...
icy fog and flakes
Altered states of space and time, crashing in your wake
My eyes would rise to meet your own, and through the fog they'd stare
Hovering in ocean's blue, the depth beyond compare
As that thought took hold of me and crashed about my head
The only thing I could...
What ails you?
Those voices in your head
Could not be dopamine apparitions-
They are only soft coos
From the pretty white Face
That we hide in -
When the sun turns its back.
With this many lights
-Our own lights couldn’t possibly be extinguished-
Sometimes a cumbersome beast...
Inside the heat of Summer's days, with fun and and freedom all the craze,
The world is simply burning
Then Autumn leaves will start their dance, inside their falling cryptic trance
and the days will slowly shorten.
When winter comes it sends a chill. Doors are closing and time...
That led me here.
So many days, weeks and years
So many good times
It all seems like just yesterday
As time passes by it changes the shape of the world
And each generation belongs to their time and so a different world
I belonged to a past world
That was new then and now is...
and think that what we see from without is what we get when we are without. Emotions can be as true as this logic might suggest, but even that image evokes some lesser kind of immediate threat.
Just what is it dear friends that sets us free. Is it having dialogue of the world...
As I stare at the mirror all I can see,
are the eye's of a stranger that stare back at me.
A face that is worn down. A bit wrinkled and lined.
Some hair that is graying, and not a smile to find.
There's no emotions in that gaze there, not a hint to behold
And there within the iris
of the blinking eye
There's the clarity of truth
hidden by the lie.
And in the softest whispered words
carried by the breeze
There is the truth of my mind's forest,
hidden by the trees
And in the long lost memory
of that long gone day
let me know what you guys think
The sunrise comes as no surprise
Like the smile on your face
It's only a 12 hour race before that dies but ...
I gaze upon u only to find sadness like your
Hiding your pain, but isn't it apparent that the earth
”Julian, where are you?” the call died out as soon as it left his mouth, the only sound to be heard was the rattle of some rats who were fleeing the ally because of the disturbance. Julian was nowhere to be seen, not even her perfumed scent of Forrest which he gave her at her...
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