I'm sorry everyone I been busy with college and have not been devoting my time to my fellow poets I hope you can forgive me.
I know I can do better for all of you people and you deserve it.
So again please forgive me and I shall do better!
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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.
Passing Through.Dying may be the biggest adventure yet, Peter Pan had it right all along.Passing Through. by rociobelindamendez
We weren’t scared of being born were we? Perhaps we were, perhaps we were frightened about forgetting it all, saying goodbye to it all, and starting something new.
It was beautiful wasn’t it? Being born…so much new found love, new family and friends, a whole brand new world, just for you. So much unfathomable beauty present in the entire process, no wonder new mothers are radiant, the love is pouring out into the universe.
Our eyes start closed and end closed, it’s too perfect a cycle to be anything negative. All we have is a few blinks in between–– to see as much as we can, so we can reminisce in the dark, while we wait for the light once more.
What can be sad is the way it can happen, and what is left behind, the permanent attachment to something transient.
––Although, what an adventure it could be! What an experience! I think it’s safe to say, it would be
The way your sound looks tonight.The sound of laughter looks like a messy hand written love note, it’s all over the place, it’s full of emotion and it’s memorable.The way your sound looks tonight. by rociobelindamendez
The sound of laughter looks like a double bed after a night of love-making.
It looks like birds wings feel on our fingertips,
It looks like eyelashes feel on our cheek,
It looks like shards of light, hitting wooden floor boards on a Sunday morning.
It looks like you, when you let go,
It looks like them, when they’re free,
It looks like the world from space, then suddenly zoomed in to where you are, jaggedly.
The sound of laughter looks a lot like water cascading over different sized rocks, dropping heavily into a waterfall, and ending as a placid lake.
The sound of laughter looks a lot like flesh-bound-castanets, being played by the wind; during Autumn sunsets.
It looks like a balloon, flying into a kite,
It looks like a kite, deciding it’s a cloud,
It looks like a cloud, becoming water,
It looks like rain, washing away the pai
Wake upEvery single feeling, that you're sharing with your ceiling, some of you kneeling, others revealing you're needing healing.Wake up by rociobelindamendez
It's all happening concurrently, we're a moment of enormity, don't think you're a minority, you're really a majority. Focus on priority and let go of all authority.
It's ok, not to be OK, you don't have to hide your truth away, don't let it go astray, it's the start of your decay.
Be you, you're qualified, be true, amplified. Don't let your wants be compromised by what is mass-organized. If you are not satisfied, get yourself nullified, stop being ossified, you're alive yet being fossilized.
Get to know yourself first, before you quench your ego's-thirst, don't be coerced into feeling your worst by society's rehearsed
Way of life ---- such imposed strife, it penetrates deeply like a poisoned knife.
That isn't living, it's merely existing, simply assisting in the twisting
Of our time here, filling it with void fear, highlighting the passing of every year, reminding
Broken.She was always destined to break,Broken. by Buried-thoughts
the most logical choice just became the mistake,
nothing left here but pain and heartache,
instructed by the poisonous whisper of the snake,
now she's stuck in a place which she can't escape,
Her chance to love was taken away,
Crying at the thought of another day,
Had to do it,
There was no other way,
If she could take it back she swears she would,
But it's too late now, Her prayers no good,
So she turns to the bottle,
In the hope that she can block out tomorrow,
Never having to wake and deal with the sorrow,
But nothing ever works,
The hurt never fades,
She sees her demons crawl in from behind the shades,
Can't bring herself to use those blades,
Now she turns to drugs,
her most trusted friend,
rolls her self up and lights up the end,
catch it in the throat,
She waits for the choke,
I guess it's easy to feel numb under the weight of the smoke......
The Hanging TreeThe Hanging TreeThe Hanging Tree by Oilux
The hanging tree where mother promised to take me,
holds many secrets that are never told
but they are never spoken to me before.
One where a man was hung for the murder.
One where a woman was hung for her stealing’s.
Nothing mattered anymore to them
the trees branches indented from previous
made perfect notches for the new victims.
Of the hanging tree of olden times
when feet kicked and faces turned blue
dark paradise would overcome their features.
And nothing else mattered for the group
that gathered at the hanging tree tonight.
Murder and rape and stealing and crime
paid for in blood and sin at the hanging tree.
All where mother promised to take me.
My KingMy King, please smile,My King by Oilux
before you lies the wake
of an endless war.
My King, please smile,
the people are waiting
they need your guidance.
My King, please smile,
we humbly wait for you
to show the ghastly past.
My King, please smile
there's nothing left
but an ivory throne.
My King, please smile
we have nothing left
but isn't that enough?
My King, please smile,
the sun is setting
on your final days.
My People, please smile,
at long last,
the King is dead.
DollsDolls are empty, you see.Dolls by Oilux
They do not move, the do not feel
when danger nears they simply posing.
Glass eyes, porcelain hands
broken ribs, structured falls.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When they break apart nothing emerges
no blood, no guts, no glory.
All dolls do is watch and sit
waiting for life to begin
never moving on their own.
Dolls are empty, you see,
With matching eyes and painted lips
all they do is sit and wait.
they will wake.
Dolls are empty, you see.
Nothing more than personality
they are 'given'.
Shattered faces still the lights
broken dreams haunt the night.
Dolls are empty, you see.
When did you
become empty too?
Green InkShe writes with green inkGreen Ink by Oilux
eternal scrawls upon the page.
She wrote with green ink,
because it was the color of his eyes,
and the pond in the park,
and the seats on the bus,
and the grass outside,
and rose stems.
She wrote with green ink
even when her boss yelled
and the teacher screamed
and nothing worked out.
Because green was her favorite
and it was his favorite as well
even when he was sick while
his skin was green.
He still loved the color green
when the dirt fell down
when he didn’t recover,
the grass that bloomed
was the most angelic jade.
And she still wrote in green ink
because it was the color of the grass,
and his favorite color
and the color of his eyes
on his last final days.
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
See Through YouHow do you allow for your own eyes to see through you?See Through You by Ellen-Souler
Reflections hold no meaning,
when the image cascading back, is just your own ghost.
What unworldly realm did you get lost in?
I remember the touch of white glass, pale skin on your brow.
It shattered so easily, with such a soft touch,
if only the touch you felt, was only the love.
But sheets of burning skin, you have now.
This avalanche of you came crashing down quickly.
It was your emotion not your voice;
that started the cosmos to implode inside you.
Each star died out, and they all winked before they died.
It was this bi-polar you, who had split into two.
Through mitosis you defined your real you.
If only the other half could have been saved,
or maybe it’s lost and stored away?
I want to allow you, to see the person you are to be.
But,no mirror I show you could ever speak true to your own face.
Perhaps one day, your true self will stay.
But for now,
you allow your own eyes to see through you.
Give Her PityOh, how I laughGive Her Pity by LMW-Designs
As you tell the others
How I'm just fine,
I'm normal like everyone
And there's not a thing
Ever wrong with me,
It's just a fulfilling act
-- I'm just another fake
It's the people like you
I wish to hug so dearly
And let you know
That it will be okay,
Because it's obvious to me
That mind of yours isn't ready
For the life waiting ahead
I'd you knew enough,
You'd realize the dark sheet
That covers my mind -
It allows in the sun
My thoughts collapse
Falling over each other,
Rolling to the front
Where the dark sheet falls
And sends all my mind
Into another episode
Of a fit of depression
But you go on ahead,
And let them all know
How happy I always look
And how the moments
I break down in class
Is just my asking
For undeserved attention
If they know better,
If they understand challenge,
They'll know whether or not
To call me names
From the back of the room
Just like you,
Or be one of those
Who lay a hand on my back
And tell me how it'll pass
And the sheet wil
Sleepy WindThe sound of the windSleepy Wind by LMW-Designs
As it rustles dried leaves
Through the fresh branches
Of the large, green bush
Growing outside my open window
The beautiful feeling
As the breeze walks in
And captures my skin
Run away before
Settling to the realization
The this is okay
Whilst I write,
I can hear the way
The leaves flutter about
And I know
Rain will pass in the night
While I sleep with the wind
Even now, my eyes are leaves
Fputtering about and knowing
Relaxation is soon,
But the wind will be forever
To keep me going
Even when I'm unable
To control what's around me
Tired but goes,
For us and nature,
Wind never sleeps
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.
Questions“Why?” said the philosopherQuestions by homestucker42
“Who?” said the theologist
“How?” said the scientist
This species called human.
“Why do we wonder?” said the poet.
Devils and DealsDevils and deals go hand in hand.Devils and Deals by homestucker42
You give them a buck, they’ll “give you land”
But on a pile of dirt is where you stand.
While they play a tune with the demon band.
Patient's WishesAll I want to know is when my actionsPatient's Wishes by LMW-Designs
Will become my very last...
Will my skin's nerves last long enough
To experience summer's next heat?
Shall my eyes bear that sun to the point
Where I can view next Spring's bloom?
If my nose can breathe in the scent again
Of the sweets baked by my youngest?
May my tongue taste once more the mint
That tells me the start and end to a day?
Can these ears last to a point where
They'll never have to hear a dead-line screech?
I simply have the wish to live
Or at least know to give up now or later...
Life is WaxWhen my life erupts into shamblesLife is Wax by Ellen-Souler
And last dim light burns out of my candle
I cry the wax that’s sticky sweet
It comes in hot waves and burning sheets
What burns the most, is life itself
From all the past and pain I've felt
Here in my heart the damage dealt
My story so long, but too hard to tell
What’s hardest still, is all this grief
And as the waters, my blood does seethe
Scaring skin outside within like ocean reefs
Gnarling scratching digging in with teeth
It gets more difficult with the passing day
When words aren't enough to simply say
It seems that new happiness just decays
Falling to my knees I plead, liberatae mae
So when my life erupts into shambles
Let Last light so dim, burn out my candle
To Die YoungHe died at the young age of 85, his life came but as a whisper that was heard across the world. His name was Jessie, a heart of platinum and deep yellow eyes of golden pits which looked onward into reality, and farther into fantasy. If there wasn’t a bar who knew his name, it wasn’t built yet, and young ol Jess sure was a drinker. Some say the heaviest beer sobs have their true personality spring out of the bottle when they have had too much, but Jess was the inventor of personality, and no amount of kegs, barrels or whiskey Jars would change that.To Die Young by Ellen-Souler
Regardless, he was an alcoholic. A bad one, to the point where he’d even piss his pants and still hold a drunken conversation. Got into a couple brawls, made enemies to, but he had more friends than a fox among clueless chickens. His vernacular was his own language, I remember him swigging his whisky with a cough and, “I’m hackin more than a lumber jack on Labor Day!” or, “This b
lessons I wasn't taught at school1.I've gotten really good at walking out on people.lessons I wasn't taught at school by sugar-coatedinsanity
2.He was only collateral damage.
3.There is an infinity carved on the tree where your head once used to rest.
4. You smell of apple cyder, musk and her.
5. She created drama when there was none because that is how she liked to be; weak.
6. I've never seen snow.
7. They always misinterpreted your emotions, didn't they?
8. He never got why she preferred sitting cross-legged on the floor.
9. She knew by memory to the last detail every crease that strained his face.
10. He never really understood her.
11. You're selfish and self-absorbed but that is partially my fault because I gave you even more than I ever thought I had.
12. I wish I knew who I was.
13. Lets try to be optimistic for a change.
14. I can't get your pain and suffering out of my system and God knows how many times I've tried.
15.'Don't you ever leave the house?' The short 82 year old man says.
He has more life at this moment in him than my entire 1
Her Demise.She never had a real childhood. You see, it’s quite the challenge to “just be a kid” when all you’ve ever been told was to “grow up.” She was only seven years old when she was honored with the title of “Breadwinner.” That’s when everyone found out about her sibling’s condition. Her younger sister was autistic and so helplessly naïve, and her family expected her to be their saving grace. Not wanting to disappoint, she did what she could. She trudged along the path; she pushed through those ten years with a plastered-on fake smile and an empty vessel for a heart.Her Demise. by christiahlove
From mowing lawns to not eating lunch at school to kissing strangers and getting dropped off on the curb; she did all of the above. She did everything in her power to provide and care for her loved ones. She sacrificed her time; her dignity; her life. And though she hid it well
memoir"Be careful with Leonard," my mother told me. I didn't know why she was speaking of my best friend in such a derisive manner, for despite the fact that I was only sixteen and he was 34, I felt closer to him than anybody else ever before. We hung out by the ruins - the remains of a half-built and then abandoned house in the outskirts of town, a project suffocated by and forgotten among the turbulent political changes on 1989 -; we talked about things like the stars and the universe and old times when people used to wear corsets and swords. He was one of those smart underachievers: a college dropout who could've passed anything with flying colors, provided that the thing had sparked his interest. At the time of our friendship, he often took to drinking and bad company, but still possessed a keenness of wit that I so thirsted for in regards to my peers. No one of my age would understand me, and other adult would pay attention, so he was like a sunbeam in a dark prison cell. As proud as Imemoir by librarian-of-hell
TidesThe ghostly figure I see wanderingTides by Kay-March
inside the mirror, claiming me
is probably the main reason
for this winter season within, do not change so easily
It is your image that I see reflected, over time... constantly
and not my own... not… entirely
and though, I forget about myself... I remember thee... completely
coincidences in my shadow leads these word's to glow...
to you... eventually
The rain keeps reminding me
of tears already dried... or so it seems, apparently
turning into the inescapable pain tides
swaying the river, going to the ocean
Connecting water and blood
pushing what remains of my veins into the flood
this is the way of the waves pulsing too soon
aging fast with the last minute before full moon
The universe lifts its veil and change its constellations
but I do not want to rearrange the stars and certainly not these fountains
I do not want the morning coming
FearWill I watch you disappear through the corner of my eyesFear by Kay-March
as ghosts of abandoned houses do,
falling on their own ruins to be forgotten and forever gone?
People ask me what I fear...
For a second I stand still,
immobilized, an alabaster statue, without feel
I have no answers for myself, for them... or I just don't want to tell,
once it's out of my mind and mouth, it's true... and that I can not bear
Then I move,
gracious smile on my face - Nothing! - I say
hiding well, my prove
I sweep my memory, in a desperate search... and yet it fails
a broken vessel without your cloths as sails
Yes... there is something that I fear
soon, even your ghost will disappear
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Don't Pick Your NoseThere once was a boy who picked he noseDon't Pick Your Nose by homestucker42
And picked the slime between his toes.
All the girls thought him gross and left him alone
So the boy grew old all on his own
And kept wiping the slime on all his clothes.
*Different Perspectives*Female logic caused him much merriment*Different Perspectives* by Delice1941
She failed to see the reason for his mirth
All her notions made perfect sense -
What can be done with the illogical male?
Male logic caused her much merriment
He failed to see the reason for her mirth
All his notions made perfect sense -
What can be done with the illogical female?
Updated 17th March2014
As NeededBefore I walk through those glass doors,As Needed by BackShelfSouvenir
I rub my hands across my scruffy face,
Run my fingers through my tangled hair,
Place my dark-tinted sunglasses over my eyes.
All this pressure and preparation of trying to hide myself from being noticed.
Sit among all these strangers that I repeatedly see each time I visit.
Hear my name called, walk back, and sit on her couch as she begins her interview.
I feel like I should be on the cover of a magazine with all this attention I get.
I hate feeling like a celebrity in my therapist’s office.
Battle of MathThe teacher walks aroundBattle of Math by DoublerTrouble
handing out the dreaded
The packet flutters in front
of you, taunting you
You catch it, determined
to prove that you're
Equations and numbers
stare at you
You pick up a pencil
sharpened to a razor point
ready to fight
The first problem flies by
The smug warrior rises
The battle rages on
slowly but surely
you go on
Then you come to
that one problem
harder then all
The problem and the warrior
push against each other
Pencil and numbers
Then the teacher calls out
"Times up! Hand in your
The warrior's blade falls
he lands on his knees
Your feet drag you
to the teacher
The test is passed in
that one problem
I No Longer Want To Be a VampireI love the young with a gentle warmth nowI No Longer Want To Be a Vampire by jimfleming
Endless horizons, invincibility and fearless lust
How do I put this?
I will no longer warn of the inevitable
I will refrain from dropping pearls
I will simply love them
This exquisite gift of life on this planet
The limited time only enhancing the sweetness
A letting go, my purposeful drift
I am no longer vexed by all this
I am at my center and for the moment
I no longer want to be a vampire
Wooden WhaleKnock, knock, knockWooden Whale by PaleAuthor
said the whale
is this cold
as you float
When the men
come one day
you will die
under the waves
of this empty ocean
So wail in
*Peace*Silence is profound*Peace* by Delice1941
Incense smell, candlelight
Perfect peace prevails
So ColdDo you know what you are, Michael?So Cold by Regal-Pinion
You are cruel, callous
You claim you are creative
But clearly you cannot be
For you are just cringe-worthy and crass
Worst of all
You are cold
You are so cold that your heart is frozen to its core
You are so cold that your crisp soul chills the world around you
You are cold
You cannot deny it
I am cold
Let me tell you how cold I am
I am as cold as the frost on your window
You would gaze at it wondering what it was
When really it was nothing but a simple pattern of fractals
You added the mystery not I
I am as cold as snow
In a young boy's hand
Clumped into a ball as he throws it to his companion
Whom reciprocates the gesture
As it unfolds into a great battle of primal urges
But of course they see it as nothing more than fun and games
I am as cold as a cliche milkshake completely filled to brim
With two straws for two lovers who care too much
I am as cold as a Winter's lake ice
I may be thick but it is in this that I casually protect on-com
What I've DoneIf the worst thing we could've doneWhat I've Done by joeyws91
is tell each other who we really are
well then we should've done it at the start.
I'll admit I'm scared, I'll admit I'm not the best.
But I actually care about you, and that's hard to confess.
I want so much from you,
and to give much more.
I wish you knew how I think,
I wish you knew what you mean.
If you'd just tell me what you want
you'd get it.
I'll do anything for you,
it's almost pathetic.
We were close and I cared.
I hope you can't forget it.
I want so much from you,
and to give much more.
I wish you knew how I think,
I wish you knew what you mean.
I remembered when most others didn't,
I was there when no one else was.
I'm the one who listens and hears
and I'm the one who's been waiting for years.
If you don't like what I am
what about what I've done?
DrivingHere we are againDriving by ObsessedNerdGirl
Just the sound of the world passing by
This cars the only thing keeping us together
Perhaps we should pullover
I don't know how much longer either of us can last
Pass me a cigarette and turn the radio up
I don't the like the sounds we're not making
I want to say something
I want to scream something
I want hit you and cry by myself
But we're still driving
It used to be loud
Once we fought
Once we sobbed
When was the last time we even talked
Do you think the cars beside us are happier?
Are they living the dream?
Did they ever stop screaming?
I want to let go
I want to stay locked tight
I want to figure it out
But we’re still driving
We should be talking
But let's just keep driving
That Flower (Anohana Tribute Poem)Just a ghost of summer’s hazeThat Flower (Anohana Tribute Poem) by Crystal-Zora
Caught within a constant daze
I alone remain unfazed
For the ghost can ease my pain
I stopped going to that place
School’s a pointless endless maze
We have gone our separate ways
Blinded by the hot sun’s rays
Years have long passed since that day
None of us have stayed the same
And even though the times have changed
I want to know that flower’s name
MokshaThe face and body are mile markersMoksha by jimfleming
My weathered patina hard earned
Our lives spent in a time machine, bracing for
The whip-lash of mortality to collide with karma
This perpetual state of samsāric jet-lag
These ironies of Maya lost on some
Take heart and pay no attention to the fabulists
Ignore the critic and the cynic
We were born only a moment ago
Shaman's DreamYou disappeared into the ether,Shaman's Dream by SilverWynd
and I wonder
where does that leave me
as you elude all senses,
I cannot just walk away
in all this empty space
which is filled with your
I have found my religion
in a memory of your eyes,
the taste of your lips which
of Autumn bitterness,
does not linger far away,
but I know this alone
is not delusion,
we may all be living
within the shaman's dream
but you I know were real
and I refuse to lose faith
I know there must be a way
to rediscover the essence
of you somewhere between
O heart !O heart where art thy shattered pieces now?O heart ! by DEANJENO--art
Hast thou gathered the shards and splinters from
whence they fell and
were buried deep within.
Hast thou begun to try and mend thyself once more?
Can you put the pieces back together?
Answer me O you broken pitiful thing!
Answer me and hide not the truth from me!
I know you.
I have seen thy tears
in the dead of night
and before the sun
doth shed its light.
I have heard thy silent sobs echoing within
thy hollow bony cage.
And watched as thy sadness birthed
more sorrow and pain.
I have felt thy pain
that sense that no one understood you...
or truly... really...cared.
I know you,
though often I tried to deny you
and hide you from the world...
Now I have come.
Come to face you one on one.
Let us reason together
and speak plainly.
You are broken O heart
and hurt deeply.
It is time
it is time to end the silent pain you
Locked Herself in The Dungeon to Chase The DragonShe’s crushing lungs with carbon copy footsteps.Locked Herself in The Dungeon to Chase The Dragon by BackShelfSouvenir
Chasing pretty little fields of a blooming enantiomer.
Chattering bones break as the mercury bursts through the streams.
She’s brushing lashes with black hole eyelids.
Trading war hero marching for fully automatic gunfire palpitations.
It spreads like the bubonic plague only to be stopped from arterial plaque.
She’s buzzing, loving, and trusting in absolutely nothing.
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 alright, your 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, your 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)
Poem: Broken ChristmasTitle: Broken ChristmasPoem: Broken Christmas by Darxetta413
Little children, little children, they run all about,
Searching for presents, as they shout and they shout.
Your daughter, your father, your son, everyone,
They look so happy.
You look at the tree yourself.
But you smile, knowing everythings alright.
Because you provide for them, they're happy.
You couldn't wish for anything more.
Your husband, he gives you this look,
One of sadness, one of depression,
But you smile at him instead, knowing what he was thinking.
You have nothing.
But you love your family,
And you are there,
Because you aren't greedy, you aren't self-centered,
And yet, your heart, you feel it tear.
Am I providing for my family?
You think this of yourself.
Your broke, you and your husband are starving,
Your kids are scrawny.
You cry that night, on Christmas Eve,
Trying to find something more for them.
But you can't, you need an angel,
Message from Cecil HydrangeaYou want to find me then I shall slipMessage from Cecil Hydrangea by Regal-Pinion
Amongst the crowd beyond your grip
You wish for justice upon my soul?
Then you're self-righteous and I'm in control
I pay with a smile
You examine my facade
You think I'm guile
But I'm not caught
I'll be acting wild
Leaving you a trail
Put those herrings on file
Their redness leaves you pale
Feast your eyes and see
What I have done
I sold a piece of Heaven
I made it real
My fiction's true
I deceived them all
But now I wish know you
You cannot fight what you wish to tame
You want me behind bars but we are the same
I won't con you – my promise is plain
But you need me here it's part of a bigger game
Life is a challenge and at it's best
I will master the people I will not rest
Any trained smile is sure to disarm
Any loaded gun, let me show you my charm
You see a subtle few
Thought they had me – they were wrong
The key to subterfuge
Is to believe you are that someone
Manipulation is the stipulation
For surviving this vindication
This is a group for all your poetry! I am the Founder and just wanted to say hello
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MistressAt the early age of fourteen, I was introduced to this white collared man’s maid.Mistress by BackShelfSouvenir
She goes by a lot of names, but went by M.C.
At first glance, she was beautiful, made my eyes crave, like two dancers performing a foxtrot.
One night I was feeling like feeling down
So she took me for a spin in her Mercedes Benz.
But it was raining, so we choked down some rain drops, spun around until we crashed and burned.
Like sitting ‘round a campfire intoxicated by the simplicity of children’s lullabies.
Kept us stuck in a daze, stuck together, like one large magnet and the other a very tiny one.
We were the cool kids, calm and collective.
Time passed, like it always has..
And like two lovers we were poisoned by an affair. Man, shit got bad.
Our relationship became heated, I became irritable, and we became forgetful.
The love is gone, but it still remains as strong as the day we met.
We still have each other.
Like two best friends sitting hand in hand.
Like two hated e
DW Parody: Dream Lord's LullabyDW Parody: Dream Lord's Lullaby by Ghostpaint1
Sleep now, doubtful Doctor;
Let me catch you well off guard.
One day when you’re at your worst,
You’ll be the Valeyard.
The horrors of the Time War,
You called them a pity.
But when I think about what you did,
I get a bit giddy.
Your violence can go awry,
And it makes you feel depressed.
But it soothes your inner bad guy,
When you get no rest.
The loss of your cheerful mask.
Companions squealing in your grasp.
Your breaking point that makes you cry,
That’s my lullaby!
Now the past you’ve tried forgetting;
All your foes you have outlived.
Trouble is, if they knew your sins,
Your friends would not forgive.
Doctor: I’ve beaten you before; shut up and let me be!
Dream Lord: Oh the Tardis will be bloody, and that kind of works for me.
The melody of vile betrayal,
Matched then with your rank portrayal.
A devil in plain sight, oh my!
That’s my lullaby!
The Time Lords are gone,
But the Doctor’s still around,
A “good man” through and
Things A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems10 Things a Guy Thinks around His Crush but Will Leave out of Love PoemsThings A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems by xxdraxx
My girl is kind of like a unicorn…
‘cause I have the problem of getting so socially awkward around girls
That I scare them as if I was the grudge
Or a mummy
Or a vampire (oh…wait)
This girl is cuter than a panda bear…
And Running through my head is a list of things
That I think around her but probably shouldn't
Things that I couldn’t possibly say to her face
But have no problem telling a bunch of strangers:
Why are you single?
Why are you not single?
You’re not asking her out right now
Don’t shit your pants.
I just shit my pants.
That’s a lovely pair of….
Maybe if I write her a poem,
She’ll fall in love with me.
What’s her name again?
Is she looking at me?
She’s looking at me.
Oh my God, she’s looking at me…
She’s looking at me
She’s talking to th