The coming to-get-her,
Not parts, but separate parts,
Now orbiting in the same paths,
Round and around like a carousel
Pulled to the one purpose.
Reflecting, determined direction,
She cries each night,Never does she show her pain,Always hiding her face,How long can she stay strong?How many more days must she play along,Raw emotion in her eyes,Fear crawling up her spine as she wipes the tears,Looking down at her scars,Looking at her reflection as she hides...
Another day. I can not take. Another why? It kills my pride to have to stay and face today. Maybe tomorrow will kill the sorrows? Maybe tomorrow will kill the hate? Maybe the rain will wash all the pain of yesterday down the drain. And in my mind all of the cries. Louder than...
the door swings its motions
the air rushes through
the cycle it seems
But where is
what makes it new?
the people walk past
Below me the ground,
Above me the clouds
i know i might just light this joint just for the touch , just for the rush
you dont even know the half of it , mad ruckess
tangled brain , im feeling like a hand puppet
cause she dont know im alone , im on my own
comatose , im feeling sick but im still posted up at...
The feelings we share I ride like a wave,
The ups the downs the direction they make,
On a magic carpet that we made,
From threads of ourselves,and the pattern we laid
the vessel counts as much as the map,
The carriage awaits for us to step up,
I admit Its scary as it might...
Pour me a glass,
my dear, pour me a glass.
This plan I undertake,
just to see you when I wake.
You pour a glass,
Oh dear, you pour a glass.
With one gulp, your demise,
I awake as a corpse's bride.
You are lost
In faded colours of Summer's smile
The world we had now locks me out
I tear and strain in desperate style
You drift away, I scream and shout
My blood dries in the vein
True love just means real pain.
You are lost
Until moonbeams send you from the skies
the feelings of pleasure as my blood runs free
the beliefs of my own mortality
free of depression and anxiety
no one understands the way that i feel when i cut real deep
the coppery smells and the crimson red
the way that i feel when I'm still not dead
I planted this seed...
watered it with my blood...
tried my best to shine...
my inner light upon it...
so it might prosper...
but as it broke through the soil...
I knew it was fragile...
maybe I sheltered it too much...
perhaps I didn't give it...
as much as I...
so beautiful yet so cruel, so peaceful but full of raging wars. Every smile is led by a frown. In the darkness I see it. I see the peace. But when night turns to day. I’m just another person born upon a grave. Are we not all bid a due with the warm welcome of hello when we...
As I lay back down to sleep
to dream of nature's virtue, sweet
to dream of her within my mind,
to dream of once upon a time
to dream the dream of
happy ever afters
to dream once more
of nature's laughter
to know it teases,
and in it's recourse
On the platform I watched with fascination the lovers at the station
Lost in tender admiration
I had to turn my gaze away.
For the first time in a long time I missed your smile today.
Living life at a pace, agents to please, speeches to make and deadlines to keep.
The only time...
path I take
Goes with me too
I can work alone
And think it is fun
To start a task
And see it done
I can sleep alone
For once I'm there
My dreams will take
I can stand alone
And face the fight
I will not run
If I know I'm right
But love alone
I can not do
Waking up in the morning,
another day dawns,
I rush to my computer,
I flip the cold box on.
As it's familiar sounds start,
Time to pour a cup,
I rush back to sign on,
To see if he's already up.
The "Sign In" is complete,
Today begins anew,
I gesture "Good Morning...
A fantasy obscured;
An appalling hoax,
This is my box;
A pain long felt,
Insanity cards dealt;
An hour would last a day.
And every next one,
would be another one to play.
I dream of childhood.
To fight my demise.
Destroy it with a stick
that is a sword in disguise.
I dream of childhood.
Climbing trees to the top.
The branches ate my future,
the ground is still a long...
When you look into someone's eyes, you can see everything.
You see emotions and their journey.
Their heartbreaks and their fears.
Their memories, maybe even eternity.
Now, look into my eyes,
And tell me what you see.
Can you see the darkness,
That lives deep within me?
(Barvo's note - I don't actually write poems. I have no urge and don't read it for pleasure. I wound up in a writing class taught by a poet, so had to write several poems. When I can't do something well, I hide behind humour. Behold the result!)
Ode to a Lost Sock
Sending her thoughts of suicide
It hovers over wherever she goes
And following it comes the crow
The crow snips and bites
And the raven destroys her mind
They work together as a team
Coming up with the perfect scheme
The raven goes in for an attack
And the crow follows...
Roses are dull
violates are dying,
you say we dont care
but yet i am crying.
just fades away,
im left behind
we want you to stay.
In my eyes
im holding back tears,
scared and in pain
from all the past years.
We all care alot
we dont want you to go,
i try and stop you...
She lies easy in my arms
This dimly moonlit night
Her body supple to my charms
She moans with such delight
I brush her hair back, find her neck
And kiss her softly there
My lips they trace her gentle curves
They make her arch and swear
While fingers brush and pinch and...
I’m great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, an almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lay Down,
I stand upon the epicenter of the world
I am at ultimate peace and harmony with myself
I stand where my body and spirit
Are at one with the universe and the cosmos
I gaze upwards to see a celestial
Divine of ambiance within the clouds
The clouds unveil...
ask not for something new,
hold onto the bright star of hope,
and take my hand.
don’t tell me I am nothing now,
when I know I am so much more,
your eyes so dark they shine,
and your anger as hot as molten ore.
You call out another's name,
yet you know I remain,
for strolling madly.
Fall into the void...
Total, utter, surrender.
Contemplation, rumination is my ruination.
My ruined nation.
Take me back to the start, back to the start...
Write from the heart.
the way he licks his perfect lips
the way he laughs
the way he smells
the way he flirts
the way he just stands there
the way he eats
the way he scooters
the way he stares
the way he back-talks authority
the way he drums
the way he slouches
the way he participates
I'm sick, and it's a pretty little illness
A prefrontal bacteria that eats away my willingness
To live within the social parenthesis
I'm twisted, sick from this political annilingus.
The jacket that I'm wearing will define my disorder
I'm due to see a professional Visceral...
a pain i wished not to endure,
a simple smile flashing bright,
your dark eyes finally seeing me.
One more I love you,
before the story is over,
and as I have told you before,
this is not our end.
Baby please dont cry,
the pain of you cutting through me,
a simple need,
and despite the best efforts at remaining
within the glow of comfort and orderliness
the dark garden beckons
Syllables twist in the soil of thought forming aural blossoms
in hues of sadness, guilt, confusion, need,
a thicket of untended and overgrown human feeling...
In nighttime's sleepless hours my reverie of you takes hold
I place a kiss so gentle as not to stir a sleeping baby on the face that fills my waking hours and haunts my dreams
You alone are my Northern lights, evoking a rainbow of cascading colours, Plumes of light that fill the...
My heart is as deep as the Hudson River. Its fresh with unpredictable currents. Once a murky barren zone is now the object of a mid summers swim.
My mind is a twisted Christmas peppermint stick. Its stale and forgotten in your grandmothers garage, along with...
If only they spoke ...
.. Those walls .. If only they spoke ...
To tell about that hidden truth and what really goes around ..
To tell about those secretive screams that never made a sound ..
To tell about those real smiles that yet haven't been found ..
To tell how those lies...
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Broken pieces, shattered all around
We heard the sound, when it all hit the ground
Torn pages, in the book of my life
In the pain and strife, seems like a losing fight
Empty spaces, covered in clutter
My heart skips paces, and my words come in stutters
I see the places, where the...
I have let the light go,But not let the dark in,The pain from withing spreading my fears,You and I,Standing here alone,We are like each other,The pain consuming me,This world is nothing but a dream,A peace of a shattered memory,Here we go,The secrets we never shared,Each time we...
It never rightfully belonged to me
But I wanted it nonetheless,
So when you were distracted and couldn’t see
I took it, I confess.
I thought that it might take a while
For you to realize your mistake,
And though I felt guilty in my guile
I held it close, for love’s sake...