Any movies that anyone views as poetic
I don't care how think they are poetic
Just comment quick with a movie and why you think it is poetic
Think it would just be a cool chat to have on here
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Listen My ChildTalk to me. Child of my past, talk, and tell me of the dreams that runListen My Child by Kein-Licht
pall-mall through candyfloss fields and dance with the cotton clouds.
Whisper those nightmares that arrive, screeching. Seething and burning.
Parcel your childish imagination and deliver it through my ruby red post-box.
We are one, but ultimately separate. We miss each other by miles, but
we're only an inch apart. I am what the world moulded, tomorrow has happened.
Yours eyes have yet to glimpse the world I'm drenched in. Soaked to the skin.
My mind is foggy with nostalgia. My heart bursting with your love.
Your skin is only moments away from a maternal touch that mine hungers for.
Those baby-blues haven't yet rained the beginnings of an ocean. Oh my child.
I grieve for you. I promise the rain with pass, and the storm will calm.
There will be music, laughter and eye's dazzling with the beauty of it all. Not without its pain though.
You won't give a moment back, nor will you want to. Don't give an inch of it.
THE HOLOCAUST WILL BE TELEVISEDRoman candlesTHE HOLOCAUST WILL BE TELEVISED by RJBG
A witch hunt
A stone age bride
The burning of empires
Kingdoms of heaven in the pagan night
Masons of the holy
Measurers of time
Vessel ships on fire off the astral plain
Burnt out worlds
Soiled sky's eddy worm wholes
Bite and swallow the earth
Mechanical horse of the harvest
Noble creature of primal instinct
Soul philosophers of wisdom
Psychologists of intellect
The second coming
The loss of reason
The prodigal son
Dawns of the new age
The goat boy in stabled of the mythological child
Barer of arms and tyranny
Merchant traders of the technollogical
The modern era
Curtains drawn on the ancient theatres of assembly
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (ReduxRemix)Do not go gentle into that good nightDo Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (ReduxRemix) by IdioticProduction
Rage rage against the dying if the light
Fight death itself
Take flight from his scythe
I myself find no cheer in death
I fear becoming a slave to life
Destiny placing me in a grave
Rage rage against the dying of the light
Do not take my soul from this very realm
And place me in some hell hole
Where none have pleasure
And I am one of a many sad host
To coast eternity in misery for faith that I did not have
Rage rage against the dying of the light
To thee who remain
And do not care to take up arms
But rather fight for life than for the coming of death
Rage rage rage rage
And do not go gentle into that good night
The Modern SpeakerSo as the speaker here I standThe Modern Speaker by IdioticProduction
As a leg among the many arms and legs that drive humanity forward
Do not look at me as above you
Cause I am an equal cog in the device
Everyday we live in the modern world
And face the modern challenges
As those in the past faced what was their modern challenge
We see those issues drifted away like the hands on a clock
And time drifts forward with every snap shot after snap shot of our lives
So here I stand as the speaker among the many valid voices
Equally effected by time it's sole tendency to progress and continue making new modern days
What impact shall I or you make with your days that end
The time will keep going how will I or you effect it's progress
All will ever be answered, so I do not gobble truth, I create my own and enjoy the nature of the facts I have made
And I push on through the world with my leg pushing, inching ever forward to what my be enlightenment or death
How to be Populardon’t talkHow to be Popular by Oilux
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,Among the Bones by Oilux
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
Typical DayStaring at the window or at the wallTypical Day by Melanie-J-Howle
Not knowing what I’m becoming, just waiting to fall
Silence for hours talking in my mind
The fear of the answers I might just find
Laying here still not moving a bit
Seeing myself screaming, trashing not flinching a bit
My soul has wavered not sure if I am me
But rage and anger all I see inside of me
Destruction of all I have including me
I even question the reason why I should be
Crazy, screaming wanting to die so bad
But the fear of death now that I never have had
Makes me protect what I have to live for and what is left
Even though I just want to give in to that’s all I have left
Take me now and make me die
Otherwise leave me now because death is a lie
Living for others just exist to provide
What’s the reason I have come to this, I lost my pride
So see me here wasting my life
As many before I want no more strife
But I can’t go on thinking this way
I am tired to much to live this way every day
I like to think that I might
I am not youWhen you look at me, what do you see?I am not you by Melanie-J-Howle
My long dark hair or my deep brown eyes
Can you really tell it's me?
Between the bleach and their lies,
Am I real or what you want me to be
How do you know what you really see is me?
Never knowing just clicking on a fav or a like
The war I go through just to see your spike,
The spike that gets me noticed to you and beyond
The artists that love me and so on so on
I'm fond of pleasing this will not last
See I have this time but not forgetting the past.
You weren't there when i needed you, you have no clue,
If I am meant to me or mirroring you
But I don't care for the people that let me slide
Just sitting on the fence, that I cannot abide
You give to me now, then on to the next
You have no life a bad wound left to be bled
I hate the one who says I'm not me
Because if you were me then you would truly see
I am not you and never would want to try
The thought of being you would make me cry
But one thing I know and this much is true
See in this life I am
The Black TramIn San Francisco trolley tracks run through the streetsThe Black Tram by xijhmclarenQ
but on those impossible days where the streets are clear
sometime what can be seen is not a trolley, or a car
the lights go out and stay out until it moves along
if you ask the people who live there, what moves along the darkness?
they'll laugh at you as if you told a joke
because when it moves the streets are dark, clear and absent
if you were to walk into the darkness you should keep to the sides
because if you step into the street, away from the cross walk
you'd soon find the the darkness envelopes you like a blanket of space
and you can turn back and walk for hours and never find the side walk again
no matter how straight you walk, no matter the turns you make
until you walk over them, that is, the trolley tracks
think to yourself "if I turn right I will find the side walk"
so you do and walking as straight as you can you aim for safe
but it never comes, you walk and before you know it you're back on the tracks
"but how!?" you
Just becauseJust because my wrists aren't filled with painful scars,Just because by LinzanFudge
or my cheeks aren't filled with tears.
Just because I don't think suicide is an option,
or fight so anxiety won't get a hold on me.
Just because my family is okay,
and I've never truly been bullied.
Just because there been no bad breakup,
and I've never gone hungry.
Just because I give good advice,
and always protect my friends.
Just because I'm their personal psychiatrist,
and they'll always talk to me.
That doesn't mean I'm not allowed to feel bad,
it doesn't mean that I don't need help.
That doesn't mean I don't need someone to talk to,
it doesn't mean I don't really need my friends.
I might look fine outside,
but that doesn't mean I'll always be.
I feel sad too, you know,
but it's rarely about me.
SoldierWalk alone and unknownSoldier by xijhmclarenQ
A rusted rifle with a bitter bolt
free from flustered lines
you find your own sights
far from the lights
taking back your rights
tracking down the fights
they took you and shook you
looking back you placed your tack
not concerned by well earned marks
take from them that which they stole
for vital vengeance there is no toll
for final remembrance they burn like coal
keep your distance
aim with consistence
show them hate
show them fate
after all they did to you,
they deserve it, right?
Lost in LifeLost through spaceLost in Life by Legendary41
Where have the sweet songs in our hearts gone too?
Childhood memories have gone by
lost in the years
we spewed out of our minds.
It's all over now.
Lost in the song of time
Childhood imagination that made us stay up after twilight.
The emptiness in the world has come to be
for those who dream in their worlds at night.
Will they ever see daylight?
Lost at infinite sea
All the little things that made us laugh as we grew.
How did we grew up thinking we are invincible
attached to the drunken suds
that has made us into soulless beings all over town.
Lost in the echoes of minds
Our families we knew long ago that have past on.
Replaced their empty space before they moved on
with those we thought
were our companians for life how wrong we thought.
Breaking Like LightShhh...Breaking Like Light by Paul-1485
Nothing is real my friend,
Everything is fake,
And nothing is real!
Clasp your hands like a rose bud,
And raise them to the soaring sun,
Whisper your mind to the mighty one,
And pray we come through this unscathed!
(12th May 2008)
Ashes of RemembranceIt amazes me.Ashes of Remembrance by SilentSoulDeathSpoon
Someone that could barely fit in my arms,
I can now hold in my hands.
It's an awful feeling.
A realization I could've gone years without;
A realization that this has happened.
I know it's been over a year now,
Don't remind me.
But it still hasn't sunk in.
I gaze upon the urn,
Taking in all the attention to detail;
The etches in the brass filled with gold.
The swirling designs,
The black coat behind it,
Making the gold pop.
It's so simplistic,
Yet the design couldn't be more complex.
Heh . . . just like you.
I can't tell you how many times I gaze in the back room,
Hoping . . .
Praying to see a movement.
Something in my heart desperately clings to a diminishing hope,
A hope that you are still here.
I know it's useless.
My dearest Mother . . .
I don't understand it.
Any of it.
Will I ever?
It's all a matter of time.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
To remember the woman who was so full of life . . .
Now fills an urn with her ashes.
BlankIt's clean, freshBlank by randomMeAndBob
A shock of snowfall against an impenetrable
A dead tree transformed into something so pure, but
It has no graphite or ink etched into its flesh.
This piece of paper, with no words to cradle,
Holds so much possibility but also so much
It stares blankly at me, weeping at its nothingness.
It begs me to give it life,
So I write this sentence.
And it smiles at the beautiful
Skeletal Hands EmergeBeneath a full moon on All Hallow's Eve, a manSkeletal Hands Emerge by NathanielFlyingOwl
Wearing a mask moves among tombstones and shadows
The loot from his robbery firm within his grasp
As his path weaves between the graves, pieces of earth
Are pushed upward and crumble by forceful effort
Skeletal hands emerge from the resulting holes
Pulling corpses from their coffins, and they surround
Him before he could pass the cemetery wall
As the moving deceased drag him into the ground
Leaving cash and mask behind, his screams go unheard
For by the full moon's silver gleam, the caretaker
With reluctance succumbs to his lycanthropy
A Savannah QuatorzainA spotted hyena strollsA Savannah Quatorzain by NathanielFlyingOwl
Among the dry yellow grass
On a sunny afternoon
The heavens remain cloudless
And the hyena saunters
Keeping a weather eye out
For any creature that would
Bring about harm to her clan
A lioness approaches
And the hyena calls out
To her fellow clan members
Who gather in large enough-
Numbers that they push away
The invader with great ease
A Douzain Among The AldersThe ocean air waftingA Douzain Among The Alders by NathanielFlyingOwl
In among the alders
In solitude I stride
Striving with all my strength
To witness God's great love
But my lonely saunter
Prevents me from knowing
The forest for the trees.
As I stop to observe
The skies, I lean against
An alder and wonder
If God still supports me
A Monstrous Romance - PreludeDocument 1A Monstrous Romance - Prelude by QuiEstInLiteris
Fragment of a letter from “The Lesser Man” to “My Brother Galfridus”
Date estimated early 12th Century
Translated as accurately as possible from the original faulty Latin
Three days hence we shall arrive in the lands of our sister Columba. I shall write again at our arrival, but this I shall send ahead, because much of what we came to see, we have seen already, and because the farther we go, the greater becomes my fear that these missives will be intercepted.
Brother, I do believe that our sister Columba and all of her household must be dead. A kingdom of blasphemers has risen here, and its blight can be easily seen. I do not know how this could have happened without our hearing of it. The people live in such great fear that they have no hospitality for strangers. Our party sleeps in the open, and in the night, we have heard such cries and howls that I am convinced that Demiourgos has made his h
SickI get tired of watching you die,Sick by randomMeAndBob
Knowing there’s nothing i can do to stop it.
Why do I let you torment me,
Continue to love your withered body,
Continue to miss your weakening smile?
Surely I must be the sick one,
To care for someone
Who’s nothing but
D3PR3510NHelp for I, am alive and not dead- said the poet.D3PR3510N by newkidwithoutbraces
My mind is screaming; can you hear it roar?
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER ((it threatens.))
PULL YOUR SORRY ASS OFF, OFF THIS BED (but they're empty threats.)
NOW she knows, that nothing's going to change.
Why are you holding me captive? she pleads.
Why must you be so cruel? her voice caught.
You know why- I tell her.
Nobody cares about you.
Nobody cares about what you have to say.
You are all alone.
You were born alone, and you will die alone.
No one would even miss you.
make it stop.
You are replaceable.
You are forgettable.
ConquestDarius stared out at the mirrored walls of Conquests LLC, bored, slightly fatigued. The night shift often grew tedious with nothing to look at.Conquest by caerulex
On schedule, another woman entered. He looked her over, pressed a button on his console, and she was ushered out with all due alacrity.
This was the 5th day of his third month of his 6th year of being a sorter. It was the stable kind of job any young male fresh out of school desired, or was told to desire. He'd been thrown into the trap easy enough. Now here he was, well-situated and well-financed, but utterly bored.
The 5 buttons on his console were fairly simple:
All of the conquests from the Eastern Isles were sent here to be processed. Since the majority were shipped with the all-to-common Feminine Conquest label, Darius found himself incredibly busy with each shipment's arrival. Busy, but bored to tears. You needed a degree to be a sorter, but you only needed the intelligence
Galactic LoveI craveGalactic Love by SilverWynd
the full weight
of your velocity
steal my breath
our bodies yearn
within your eyes
and I watch
to cool me
I will be
your super nova
out of this
Pedaso de ChocolateEres cómo unPedaso de Chocolate by unicodragon
pedaso de chocolate'
y por dentro sabes a
Me da fuego por dentro
para finalmente devorarte!
Hardware and Software I am the the hardwareHardware and Software by unicodragon
and you are the software..
I cannot operate without
you so please turn on
my switch..so that I
can beep and help you
boot up and lets create that
love binary code!
Across from MeAcross from me,Across from Me by unicodragon
Several times a day
I like to look at you
I think that you have
this beauty that no
One else is noticing..
I'd live to get to know
you but it gets a little
hard because during
break or lunch you
leave quickly..or if
I do see you..your
always on the phone. .
But a moment will
come and I will get a
ExpectationsBe ready to eventually be disappointed even byExpectations by Mag889
the people you admire the most
unfortunately, they're not YOU
That MomentThat momentThat Moment by Mag889
when you're unwrapping a precious piece of cake
while sitting in your chair with already heavy ass*
because you're off diet today
and you forgot to take a spoon...
are you getting up with your heavy ass
or grab the cake in your hand and eat like a pig?
*because you've already ate so much sugar you feel like shit and high
Night BlindnessNight BlindnessNight Blindness by Freephunkateer
She sped to dinner like a flash,
soon she'd be tipsy and flabby.
When suddenly there was a crash,
OH! she tripped over a tabby.
She was shocked, the cat was shocked,
Yes! the cat was shocked and how!
But don't you worry, off they walked,
With an OW! and a cursing MEOW!
She just trotted off, for hunger beckoned,
but as she struggled with food, forks and knives,
I doubt if at all she had reckoned,
That she'd scared off eight of kitty's nine lives.
Under the Midnight SunThe gunman walkedUnder the Midnight Sun by SilverWynd
dressed in black
across the burning sands,
the vulture followed
as his shadow,
black wings fluttered in
an arid wind,
ghosts walked at his side
his only true companions,
it was a barren land
devoid of all forgiveness
with strange things done
in the Midnight Sun
by the men who moil for gold
and the women
who toiled had hearts
a miners pit
or the gunman's eyes,
they came, with hopes
crushed to dust
beneath the heel,
and the scavengers
thrived upon the bones
the only thing
Your EclipseThe moon smilesYour Eclipse by SilverWynd
a shadow on your heart,
I know the dragons
that chase you,
with a Phoenix heart
I face their fires,
walk across a bridge
of burning coals
to preserve you,
demons in your garden
from the Tree of Knowledge,
dripping pomegranate seeds
as drops from the sacrificial blood rite,
an avenging angel
a torch in the night
I bare the flaming sword
banishing the shades which linger
on the edge of your mind,
follow me like a sirens song,
I will lead you astray
away from false orbits
which seek to engulf you
in their gravitational pull.
Hollow Like My SoulThey say the eyes are the windows to one's soul,Hollow Like My Soul by LunaPura
Just as they say the light reveals all that's hidden.
And I cannot agree more
For once the light touches my eyes,
They turn as black as the night.
Revealing what is hidden in the dark:
The hollowness of my soul
Life Sentence III’d trade it all to get that feeling back, literally I mean itLife Sentence II by justakid93
I’d sacrifice my life and everything in it
Just to have you in it, I’d do whatever to win it
I love you and fucking hate you and everything in between it
It’s hey you and then it’s fuck you, my demons have me defeated
Were we ever friends? Did this shit ever have any meaning?
Worst of all, it never ends because I can’t even hate you
When I try to replace you it fails because they ain’t you
Once upon a time I thought zero and zero could make infinite
But infinite became inferno when you 1up’d and left me trapped in misery
LoveLiveSimba (Long Live the King)Allow myself to introduce myselfLoveLiveSimba (Long Live the King) by justakid93
Reintroduce myself to my future self
Who’d of thought I’d run away and go lose myself
But at pride rock you know I’m gonna choose myself
Like Ships in the NightThere's beer bottles all over the tableLike Ships in the Night by brownhairedmaiden
and your sister is screaming at you again.
Her little girl is curled up in the corner.
"It doesn't matter," you say.
We're all bleeding on the inside.
LifeI can't get over itLife by justakid93
But I gotta keep living
I think I'm losing it
No matter what I can't give in
ThanksgivingIt's funny how days like these feel the loneliestThanksgiving by justakid93
I wonder if the legends are true
Does true love exist or is it a big footed myth
Will I find my happiness in you
Or am I destined to wander the depths forever
Cause even Ernie can lose Bert too
Long ago I was told zero and zero make infinity
And the equation is me and you
BlankLonely. Lost. Afraid.Blank by Henly-Hill
Scattered. Rent. Torn.
Pitiful. Sad. Alone.
We all seek, that endless place.
Where we can be ourselves.
But we all lose, the piece of us.
That seems to matter most.
For in the end, of the game we play.
We bow to others whims.
Lost the way, in the dark of day.
A sadness shrouds us all.
And only that, some company.
Will help the endless pain.
StardustHopefully she glances at the stars,Stardust by LunaPura
Everlasting illuminating the darkness.
Longingly her eyes follow the ones that are falling,
Praying for a better future.
Maybe her wish will come true,
Engulfing her in the fallen one's dust.
Living a dreamI am living a dream.Living a dream by LunaPura
I have someone who loves me by my side
Friends to brighten my day
And I do something that I love
Yet we're all just superficial.
I am living a dream, because reality is just too much.
I have someone who loves me by my side, that only exists in my mind.
Friends to brighten my day, only appear online.
And the thing I love to do, is pretending I'm alright...
Dear Light AfarDear light afarDear Light Afar by LunaPura
Art thy to take me home?
Back to me star
High at the sky she shone.
Dear light afar
Will thy promise me this?
Don't give me yet another scar
Instead give me thyne kiss
Dear light afar
Mine time has come to go
All adventures diminish so far
Cause I miss my beloved so
Theme 91, Drowning: RedeemedThe seas rise,Theme 91, Drowning: Redeemed by baileyalice222
and swallow me;
but who can hear me?
For the struggles and stresses,
stresses of this world have overcome me.
And I'm cast into a dark watery abyss.
No light can possibly reach me.
But then I remember ,
in these dark moments;
the wise words of Jesus.
I have overcome the world.
Theme 90, Triangle: ManyThere are many,Theme 90, Triangle: Many by baileyalice222
many shapes and sizes.
Many that a triangle can be.
And that's just angle measures and side lengthes.
For a triangle can be big or small
short and stout;
tall and lean.
But do they complain?
True, they are not a flesh thing with thoughts,
but still they do not complain.
We, do not complain if a triangle is obtuse or acute.
So why must we when it comes to the size of our shoes,
or about the number on the tag of our jeans.
For the way we look at triangles,
God looks at us that way.
Except instead of being flippant,
he genuinely doesn't love us because we wear size 0 jeans,
or if we have well defined 6-packs.
He simply loves us because he made us.
He loves you for everything that you are.
For God made everything that you are.
And darling, you are much better than a tria
waiting for the busonce there was nothingwaiting for the bus by wordturner
no you no me no us
waiting for the bus
no birds to fly
no tears to cry
no reason why
in the wings
the big guy
about to pull some strings
let all the cats
out of the bag
quite the feat
not to brag
toss all his marbles
into the sky
with but a word
let them fly
from the darkness
split the night
eyes to see
let there be light
Theme 89, Through The Fire: GodFire.Theme 89, Through The Fire: God by baileyalice222
It can burn and destroy.
It is intense in heat.
It is warm.
It can ignite change.
He is warmth,
warmth coming from the inside out.
He ignites change,
change in the coldest of hearts.
God is the fire in my soul.
He is fire.
I am glad,
glad that he loves me.
For he is fire.
He can burn and destroy.
He can be intense in heat.
But he can also be warm.
He is compassionate.
But he also disciplines.
More often than not,
he is loving,
he is compassionate.
He is giving.
God gave his son,
so that we can be on fire for him.
And this God of fire;
He is my father.
The Same Spacedifferent things come outThe Same Space by BlackBowfin
in times like these,
shadow bodies are shaken
from our penned-in roll
of birth and death columns
in family bibles, passed down
it's in times like these
you learn the shape of your lineage
and the scars of its silence
and it's in the time after,
you briefly re-learn
a new concept of time
through the old woman, adeptly
tending the stove
while the cut-short life
of the girl she was
burns quietly forever at her center
proving that two objects, truly can
occupy the same space,
can be both alive and dead
at the same time
and you'll re-map your roots
like switchboard memories,
re-plant your dreams
in whatever field of away
will take you,
yet somehow, the hymnal's dirge
still finds you, broken as the day
you broke the news
you learn, in times like these
how the cycle repeats,
how the illusion
of support and safety
so quickly fades
in this pivotal moment
when the hinge of family breaks
and the dress at the stove
just keeps stirring,
her guilt whispers
ChaptersA chapter just endedChapters by unicodragon
in your life.
There where low points
and high points.
There was a mix of strive
There were points where you just
wanted to give up but you didn't.
And now you made it through.
Now your life continues in a
New things will happen.
Some good things.
Some bad things.
In every chapter there has to be conflict
or the chapter will be boring.
Its just the way of life.
Letter to Santa.Angels whisperingLetter to Santa. by Nestharon
Holidays are knocking
New Year is watching
Santa is waiting
For everyone to change
From hate to love
From ignorance to care
From receiving to giving.
What does Christmas mean?
Not the birth of a child
Not compensating gifts
Rather sharing Love
Care and Joy
Do you need more?
What does New Years Eve mean?
Not the party
Not the drinking
And forgetting the past-
Never think of it
Who is Santa?
Not a person
Not an entity
Rather a help
To materialize our dreams.
Now you know our message
Are you willing to write the letter
To Dear Old Santa?
Ann-ClaireHello there, Mrs.Thompson, sayAnn-Claire by Diluculi
May Ann-Claire please come out today?
It is a sunny day today,
We want to play, we want to play!
What do you mean, she is not there?
Where did she go then, tell me, where?
What do you mean by "I don't care!"?
Where is Ann-Claire, where is Ann-Claire?
Guys, Look! Up there, the window, d'ya see?
Ann-Claire's here, she just waved at me!
Now help me climbing up that tree!
Let's help her flee, let's help her flee!
Distract her mum, who's the bad guy!
Ann-Claire, come with us, don't be shy!
Wait, how did you get that black eye?
And please don't lie, and please don't lie!
Oh shit, your mum's coming, time's scant
Please hurry and let's go to my aunt!
Stop saying, claiming that you can't,
Just let her rant, just let her rant!
Boy, that was close, how did it go?
What's going on there, let us know!
Why did she stay? Was she too slow?
Ann-Claire said no, Ann Claire said no...
MelodyTwinkle Twinkle little star, you don’t know where you are, hush my dear you mustn't cry, while I am right by your side.Melody by TheAssholeProphet
(changes to slower, higher pitch/tone)
You'll be all right, you're safe here, no more darkness, no more fear.
With my arms warm embrace you can now longer face, the space that made you cave and cry, hush now, you're by my side. (level)
By my side... (pitch raises.)
Tiny little hands, so small, yet so grand, inside you I feel a spark, a life, a love, a tiny heart, beating so erratically, all for love, all for me, hush now. (higher on the last two words)
Your here now. (same pitch)
Your by my side. (lower pitched)
Disjointed memoryEach step falls discordant.Disjointed memory by Henly-Hill
A misshapen melody.
Moving on in distant cacophony.
Still heart so cold decays.
Tear streaked eyes flutter down.
She walked that way.
A hatchet buried deep.
Hang my head.
Down in shame.
Caused this; caused the pain.
No rhyme or reason.
Disjointed words scroll sidelong.
Making little misery.
"Why don't you come?"
"Why won't you leave?"
It's just a indirect reprieve.
Eye the wall so don't cry.
Pain peels before the rye.
A bread so sick with sadness.
Clutch my heart.
Hearing wretched, one below.
Lost in a maze of self.
Creeping outward but looking in.
Window panes of shattered glass.
Grime and fecal covered mat.
I am stiched apart but one.
Sewn up tight but full to burst.
Fine on out but still the worst.
CycleYou breathe the last breath of life.Cycle by Henly-Hill
Gently exhale or violently forced away.
In your sleep or at the end of a gun.
Death takes you in the end.
Then you wake.
Inside a room.
White walls and white doors.
Whiteness all around you.
There is nothing here.
Nothing around you.
Except for the empty.
In the center of the blank.
Infinity around you.
Absolute nothing at the center.
You walk forward.
You ask what this place is.
"There is no place" It replies.
"There is only your perception of the transition."
"You are simply because."
"No reason, no explanation."
You ask if this is the afterlife.
It tells you that there is no after.
Life is what you have become.
Death is what has transcended.
You lived your life.
You were good and evil.
Apathetic and loving.
Yet you still have not learned.
You ask what It is you should have learned.
"Everything" It replies.
You respond that you cannot learn everything.
"You are wrong."
"You were a banker at a prestigious bank."
"You lived alone."
"You never had a
Filaments and StringsThey see the scars upon the wrists.Filaments and Strings by Henly-Hill
The bulging bumps raised up to twist.
They do not hear the words that ring,
Hollow but true from out your lips.
Poetry is dark and bright.
It speaks of both the day and night.
But does is speak about the truth,
Or simply show in some false light.
For those that write of their own pain.
Some others think it is just for gain.
But how does that make much sense,
To enjoy works by telling blain?
I have cut and I have torn.
The shameful mask of grief I've worn.
But I can and will not tell,
Of days I wish I were not born.
So offer not some snide sympathy.
Or think to give some chide empathy.
I care not for what you choose to say,
About my own instability.
Offer care and offer love.
But offer not the silken glove.
The gentle lie that hides so well,
The hand outstretched but set the shove.
They see the scars upon the wrists.
The bulging bumps raised up to twist.
They do not hear the words that ring,
Hollow but true from out your lips.
I am YouLife spoke to the void.I am You by Henly-Hill
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to
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.:Dying Angel:.Words that will go unspoken....:Dying Angel:. by iLyrica-sama
The thoughts and feelings that will go unsaid...
Dreams, hope, happiness...
All left shattered by the insecurities of another...
Friendships destroyed, potential love torn apart...
The demented grin the demon shows as it stands idly by, watching the chaos unfold...
My heart left shattered amidst it all...
I fall back, watching as the fragments of my heart dance around in the air, flowing freely out of me...
The happiness, sadness, love, and hope reflect themselves in the pieces...
And I'm left to wonder...why my heart has been ripped out of me...
The tears flow freely from my eyes as I try to reach for the pieces...but to no avail...
I'm left to watch as my heart, my emotions and feelings with it, is stolen from me...
And I'm left powerless...
My strength taken, my resolve wiped out...
My eyes dry from the bloody tears I've cried...
My body lies cold on this barren wasteland...
The dirty window pane the I faintly see is now fully covered in dirt, and the
Ghost Of A LionThrough trial and tribulationGhost Of A Lion by Loftydreams101
The inner struggle, that boils sun kissed complexion
A voiced echoed his eloquent serenades
Ringing through the harsh summer days
Soothing the starved ears of his wounded kin
He ascends, high from liberty's darkest hour
His deafening roar, left his nation trembling
Foretold of paradise, a safe haven of dreams
Jewel encrusted and shimmering
Flawless in every shed of light
This beacon, calling out to the wayward and downtrodden
Sons and daughters, show your children the way
So that the future may vanquish the devilish cackles of the past
"Gaze not onto the hide that conceals beautiful character,
But inward, deeper down into their smiling conscience"
May this message, paint you vivid emissions in the night
Ushering in hope, for the immortality of brotherhood
Equality, humility, reigning supreme forever more
The land of tyrants, will vanish from this earth
Their scapegoats, false rhetoric
Fleeing from the rise of blinding truth
With undying devotion, the lion
And her radiance is foreverI woke up one spring morning,And her radiance is forever by shadow-stride
And saw the rising sunshine in all its glory.
In all it's power.
Its scorching molten core,
Heaven-like feel to it.
But that was many years ago
Now the moon is the victor,
The winner that stands above all.
Watching over the misfits,
The hated and the down-trodden.
The moonlight shadow grabs hold of them,
It is all a matter of time.
Now as I go for a walk in the park,
I see something; its beauty defies all knowledge and description.
Examining its radiance as I get closer.
I've seen it before somewhere, somehow
Tired and confused I try not to forget.
But then I remember,
The soft radiance
From once before
As I look upon the beauty, I realise,
That it is not a sun, a ball of light and heat,
And her radiance is forever,
In my own heart.
Hope has been RestoredThe Darkness proceeds to envelope all life.Hope has been Restored by shadow-stride
Tears roll down my old, worn face.
Breathing becoming louder,
Marching sounds ascend before us.
Gun-fire echoes through the air
And we all start to tremble in fear,
All our worst nightmares have been realised.
We can find no words to say,
As the night sky is all that stays,
'What could they be?'
Someone would cry,
As life begins to be drain from their eyes.
Just when we though all was lost,
A beam, a shimmer of light appears before us
It's a figure!
A figure of pure energy!
The calmness in the voice is great,
As we hear it say
'I have come, I have come to save the day'.
We all look upon each-other
And we already knew,
Hope has been restored!