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...
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...
Drive. Came across this one. I never showed it to the person I wrote it for, I didn't think she wanted it at the time. I doubt it would've changed anything. But if I had showed her, I wouldn't be questioning why I chose not to. If you have something to tell someone, tell them...
A fantasy obscured;
An appalling hoax,
This is my box;
A pain long felt,
Insanity cards dealt;
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...
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...
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,
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,
(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
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
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...
Each and Every Night
So much do I miss you that
Each and every night as I close my eyes
My heart sees your sparkling eyes, and your smile.
So much do I want you that
Each and every night as I think of you
My heart hears your sweet whispers and your...
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,
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...
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...
Never letting them fall
There were times our laughter shook them
But they held too much
Too much fear and insecurity
Lack of faith and only worry
Fear of the world's perception
Wanting to attain their ideal perfection
The reality of pain
Seething pasts that...
and blood.. it goes
At times the scarlet bleeds
Like tiny threads from the sea
The hardened stone of a heart
One touch, it swooned but part
It breaks..restore.. but then
It leaves a scar ..rotten
The eyes that shone, now dull
With body, So thin and frail
The hair, one by one...
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...
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...
than lies...fears....hopes... And dreams. There is more than even we know of. The potential is limitless... Never ending... And out of this world. But is it truly possible Torrance new boundaries within our minds.
Yes or no, it makes no difference.
Another night has come and gone and here I sit all alone
wondering what the hell I did wrong
Trying to pick myself up and carry on
Though it's tough when you have been beaten up by life
Lost your will to fight
Trying not to listen to the voices in your head
Fighting against the...
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...
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.
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
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...
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,
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?
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...
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...
ture lie laden with suffering and death
A terrible way to live, even worse to bring children in
I wish someone told me how I would cry
The tears of others and little of my own
Then I would have learned faster what I know now
I wish someone could have told me then
So I would not...
I knew better
I put myself in this position
Just when I think I'm winning
I start losing
This game called love
It's so confusing
A vicious cycle with no conscience
No remorse, I made my choice
I sacrificed my heart
Was torn apart by feelings I let loose
It's a noose...
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...
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.
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...
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...
anything really worth doing
Even if we are at it all night
While time permits
We seek, we touch
She has great moves
Sweet lips, deep eyes
More depth than a good book
One I can not put down
When I reach out for her
The goose bumps return
I can't wait to get past her...
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