Iím sitting isolated in the emptiness
Unable to endure its torture
And I cry for Freedom
Even though it wonít come
Not now, not today, not tomorrow, not next week, not ever
I want out.
Itís been said many of times
No one hears my cries
Uhm, hi. I know I haven't really posted or anything but we have to do this thing for my health class that requires us to write a poem. On one side, the person is mentally ill in some way. On the other, they are normal. Just want to know a couple opinions. Thank you in advance. ><
Pour your heart out
Like the milk into your cereal bowl
Mend what remains
Of your shattered soul
The broken fragments form a trail
To find the ones who love you
Who hate to watch you fail
Soon the cereal gets soggy
And it doesn't taste good anymore
Memories we had become foggy
Kill me with your cold blood,
I dont wanna live any more
I wont hurt you with my anger flood
kill me lover, kill me hardcore
No one will blame you,
no one will kill you back,
no one will hate you,
you didnt miss your track
The cast pebble,
penetrates and permeates the calm exterior.
The ripples which spread,
so hypnotising, carry the burden of anguish.
That, which is seen,
Although truly felt, lasts only a fleeting moment.
Without a trace,
equilibrium returns to the exterior.
Serene once more,
that which was...
this started out as a poem for my dear sugoku subarashii hiroe chan, but i revised it a lil and made it into a song.
I dont know what I should do
When I'm alone, I pretend that I'm with you
Because everyday I think about the way
You make me smile...you know you make me smile
And I dont...
Some very-early morning crap I made up after been playing for some hours. ~_~
Snow Patrol is rather relaxing. :o
The red text is to show where it begins, if someone might misunderstand.
|A world, heed my word|
Filled with cities and pity
Snow and grass, water and sand
Bands playing bass,...
This thread, is more than a thread. It is a portal through which @OminousCloud:, and myself shall pour our very souls into your hungry eyes. This is our Anthology and it shall contain the literary masterpieces that we have worked so diligently on. Bare in mind as you read the posts to follow that...
Well, I wrote this poem way back when last year (Tis also on my blog) but I felt like sharing it on the forum as well. And finally remembered to actually put it up, thanks to the migraine I got earlier today. :wacko: And now to the poem!
The snow, residing up all North
A crow fly by, visiting the dwarf
Up on the mountain, abide the look
Chilling, so thrilling
The Vikings hold danced, clothes they rinsed
Eating and drinking, thinking no more
Flames and those big ice canes
Their bags and rags, fur and thread
You saw it, you felt it
I did that, created it
Trust and company, dust and without any
Dark and black, in the worlds earth cracks
Where I am now, no one close draws
Enter, you dare? Person with flaws
Do I care, no I don't
Cause you never was close, and the time froze
I'm not comfy
On this chair
I want a bean bag
That'd be cool
Might go out
And cut my hair
Grab a drink
Or maybe two.
Every one has their own world
What they see, feel, think and do
But when we look across the borders
Can we understand what they feel too?
Every time I express
The very things I feel,
The big ones and the small ones
The real and unreal-
Set sail, for epic fail!
Pirates, those mercenaries who hires.
Those are free, all over the seven seas.
Stealing our rum, getting all over dumb.
They like shiny, gold and silver.
Gives you a shiver, setting you ill.
You know the drill, what no one said.
A memory kept, by those scurwy...
Alive and ready
Built to last
Live it well
Rock it hard
Screw the enterprise
When you saw me walk down the road
You saw it, long and broad, the the awfull clothing
It was the dress, you thought nothing, but I had other plans
Cause my fans, enjoyed big fire
I threw it everywhere, my sire
A man like me, shouldn't wear a dress
Muscles and broad shoulders
Sharp claws, ripping, tearing
passing through the outer layer with ease
To reach the gold inside.
The outer skin flies from the frame
slowly floating down
Down to Hell.
The beast reaches his prize
He tears it out and holds it above him
Swift, soft, and deadly,
These are the marks of that deadly medley,
It starts from afar but it slowly creeps near,
When heard this medley is known to strike fear,
This reason you see is really quite clear,
The first tune strikes by creating some tears,
When you hear the second you will become...
I made the dough at midnight
and the paste of life after
the dough cooked all night
and the paste, it laid, open.
I made you, the love of my life
the day preceding today.
with your full figure and creamy centre
To eat, or not to eat,
that is the question.
To dine on a scrumptious rack of lamb,
to feast on a delicious leg of ham.
To indulge in fine, rich chocolate cake,
or perhaps some extra potato bake.
To savour, lovingly a fresh baked pie,
to tear ravenously into another rib eye.
Fascinated by the sky,
you tell me
with such great excitement
of how you love the moon.
And I would say you are like it,
with that air of mystery
that is surrounding you
and that elusive glow.
I am in awe
at your brilliance
The buzz of panic fills the city,
The scene in there is not pretty,
All they know is that bright orange flicker,
Their demise you see won't be quicker,
How it happened nobody knows,
The beasts hunger though will only grow,
It eats without sleep or rest,
To defeat this beast will take their...
*Acrostic Poem I just felt like making - for the word "Abuse."
Angery fists mark bruises upon my delicate skin
Bewildered by the site of the man thats harming me
Unclear of what thoughts to process
Silently I suffer inside
Eagerly I want to tell someone, but am to ashamed to speak.
Gleaming in the moonlight
Preying on the foul hearted
Their blood beautifully red
Don't resist it, don't fight
My Marble Gods
I pray to you
My marble Gods
I want to do what you do
A poem i wrote about my late night trips outside to smoke my lungs away.
Darkness flows across the land
Spotted white light in the abysmal sky
Suddenly a click, a sign of life.
A dim blue flame with a vibrant orange tip appears.
It flickers and lights the space for a few seconds
This is a terrible poem I wrote when I was a freshman in high school. It was around the time I was reading Anne Rice and I thought I was a good writer. Enjoy. =D
Oh thy Children of the Darkness
Come out and show yourself to me
Come to me and deliver your fatal kiss
Grant me the wish of a...
Well, it's true
I've been away
To finally avoid
Your pity doesnít mean **** to me
All my efforts have been all a waste
Take everything away
And return to me
Tears fall easily from my cheek
Strip me naked and slash away all my fear
From the dark I scream with all my might
Tonight I dance freely and with all my passion
In the dark I...
Feel free to post one of your own of these ^_^
Turkey inducing comas
Hardly any room for desert
All day is spent cooking
Now it's time to eat!
Kissing relatives on the cheek
these where written by me about 2 years ago and found them when i was looking through my old sketchbooks there's a lot so i will post one by one as time passes. some are offensive, so sorry if it offends anyone.
I will do what i want:
I will conquer my fear
Buying my way up to heaven...
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