There’s a green moon on a tightwire
Please tell me how to die
What martyrdom’s worth having
Where can this dead dog lie?
And the clocks have all turned silent
Their cogs are horrid-still
And all the while there is a shadow
Walking cross my window sill
Hi guys (those who remind me) I won't say that I'm back, but I wanted to post this poem of mine here to see what you think about it. It' about love through the internet (maybe knowing this will help you understand the title better). Hope you like it:
You are nothing to me
The writing challenges in the Fanfiction section seem to be generating a decent response, so I thought I'd try the same out in here. I write a lot more fiction than poetry myself, however, so coming up with ideas will prove more difficult. Please do PM me with suggestions for future challenges.
Tell me what ya think of this poem, i like it and had to do a term paper on it!
Under the death of winter's leaves he lies
who cried to Nothing and the terrible night
to be his home and bread. "O take from me
the weight and waterfall ceaseless Time
that batters down my...
Pages of the magazines hung up on her wall
Her favorite punk-rock band looking over them all
She dreamed of the day it would come true
Mark calling her up from out of the blue
Then her chance came when the tickets came through
"Next Blink concert I'm going to"
Hey y'all out there
Check my peeps
I live on a farm
With Tyrone my sheeps
I hoe the soil
And tend to my crops
When you live in a valley
You can't go to the shops
My cattle eat fodder
My chicks eat seed
Am I still the broken king?
A man with no will,
who can only stay still.
Like a bird with broken wings.
Am I the prince who can't yet weild a kingdom?
Because his power is not yet great.
From which he cannot escape,
the curse of sting and doom.
I've always been here
I'm too scared to move on
Afraid to be without you
I don't want to be all alone
The clock ticks so slowly
Days, months, seasons pass
When will it finally happen?
There’s a tissue thin fire
That burns in typhoons
There’s a quick growing flower
That grows in it’s tomb
From the ashes of ashes
to the thought twisting loom
From the eye of the bride
To the soul of the groom
There’s a killer of saints
There's no door inside
I can't escape even if I tried
I scream out my denials
But our fates look the same inside
As I fall from the sky
I chose to close my eyes going down
I fell in line as I fell behind
No moon to save the sky tonight
A cut so wide, so custom-sized
L-O-V-E, love, why?
does it not send so many to cry?
Is love so rich that all shall try?
To gain the love from that one guy?
Mr. Right, that special guy.
The one for whom we strive.
Roses and chocolates...why?
it all ends in one more knot to un-tie!
Ropes of sorrow and feelings die,
This one is just an experiment. So don't expect to much off it it's also a fast experiment in like 2 minutes I am thinking off well taking longer to make poems but first experiment around.
Betrayed lost confused
Maybe even abused
Was it worth to be a liar ?
Was it worth it to play...
Oh water faced people
I want to be a door!
I want to articulate
The sun and more
Oh black-drench criers
I want to be a door!
I want to give to you
That glistening shore
Oh young cog-wheel kids
Ok what I was waiting for happend so I start posting and making poems again.
Here come the first 2
On this rainy day
I really do not like to be alone
But alone I will always stay
Uncertain or I did bad things or how to atone
Glimmer of hope
Uncertain about everything I did
I need my healing kit
It sounds pretty twisted
But from the things I listed
I was drowning in my own despair
But pretended like I did not care
Till the day someone told me no
This song is called Equal Hearts, and I think it's one of my best. I love it. It's for people who love the odd-one-out, the missunderstood emo guy, or the person your family and friends don't like. Medium tempo, soft music and tone. Enjoy.:)
You went through it all
Not a thing I...
The screams fade and slowly die...
Now silence fills the room...
Darkness comes, the voices fly...
Alone again beneath the gloom...
The silver sliver up bemoans...
Calling, yearning, whispering...
The walker walks, the asphalt groans...
Burning bright and lingering...
With all the screams that die today
Moans the soft echo of the heart,
Who, thus slighted, now bleeds to death,
Scarred, bruised, and left alone to rot!
With all the voices, silence slay,
The mute and blinded form of art
That gasps with every inch of breath
and screams: "Dead, absolutely...
I want to walk down black-coal streets and not scream to all saint to come here and protect me
I want to be able to scream backwards in time to the master of all things spinning through me
I want to serve myself at the platter of commerce with no mans eye cut loose upon...
But if I could only walk through
The clockwork gods that bay
I would fine you on the beach
Where hermit children play
And in the tide would find the nectar
Of dreams that passed away
And in cloudless sky, a promise
The promise you would stay
But if I could only listen
Well, not sure I never posted this around here... But probably not, since it's like the 2nd time I post on this forum... I wrote quite some time ago, but I reallly like it. Others said it's pretty good too, so... I hope you guys (and girls) like it. :)
The tears he cries are...
How can things be so strange and yet be so normal
Can I be both in and out of time?
With this angel here above my and that silver devil
Sharp and breathing darkness in my spine
With fireflies for teeth and tongues that taste like murder.
Oh my god you’ve tasted this before!
Thoughts of you engulf my mind never allowing me to take one breath without the venom of your memory entering my lungs and flowing through my veins right to my heart.
tsuyoi tokimeki wa setsunasa ni naru yo
As I lie here dreaming of my days with you I fall further into the inevitable vortex...
I found you’re note outside the college
I saw it written all across the sun
I found you’re eyes they were bleached with roses
Gazing up into the god who’s on the run
And though I, I’m a heretic-talker
You took head and showed it to the glass
And oh that ditch of the ballroom...
Look at all the people who will crucify disgrace
Look at all the people who will memorize your face
When you look at this world spinning, spinning there in place
You really have to wonder, what siren do we chase?
Picasso died on Saturday, was buried in the hills
After I heard about this, I had to write something. There is some, uh, grammar, more than usual, but I thought it fit the poem well.
I heard on the news
On my fifty-two inch television
That a man killed his daughter
And was applauded for it.
What the ****?
She talked to a British...
We just lay there drinking sideways
Ann Nui your head was falling
All across the tooth-like highways
We never drove across though calling
Their voices yes I heard them singing
All across the bed were ringing
And if I said, “Ambition’s stinging”
You would say, “Its not worth...
It's pretty sad but these things happen to people where there parents lie to them, beat them up or shout at them for no good reason. And people my dad isn't really like this.
Father said he loved me
Father said he will always keep a promise
But that wasn't true
He shouted me for no good...
The endless story of love...
A tale as old as time...
Different versions of the same...
Its fitting it should rhyme...
A feeling shared by two...
Not seen inside another...
Till obstacles from others...
Cause them to never bother...
I'll be there waiting,
At the edge of hell,
My hands finely burning,
With eyes tearing at the smell.
But worry not little one,
My pain will soon be gone,
And surely enough release will outlast,
Whoever sings this very song.
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