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Moon
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For The Sanguine Moon
MY POEM repost
The light she shines She steals from the sun She then chases him away For the day is now done High over a lake she presents her magical refection Her pale glow cast spells of fertility and protection A perfect circle White light Spotted black and grey The sun has gone down She is envious For the night will always be... more beautiful than the day |
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Topic:
doubt
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The exterior
Is a reflection Of the interior The strength I posses Simply inferior I stumble Through my trouble Grumble as I tumble And never do I feel superior |
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Topic:
Poem/Song - And I Know
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Popeye
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Topic:
Candle of the Night
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To me it sounds kinda scary, a little creepy, but catchy... I like it
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Outkast
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Topic:
Moon
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thank u all 4 ur comments, Super Moon is 2night b sure to check it out
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Topic:
deep end
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thank u luvmeforlife ;)
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Topic:
Saturday
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Topic:
4u
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I can make no mistake
No way will I fail Writing through blizzards, rainstorms, and hail Sometimes it is hard to write how I feel Though I am glad I do It is my soul that I heal And if you somewhere, sometime,.. Should smile at my words,... Know that my poem is not only mine,...but also yours |
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Topic:
deep end
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Threads of reality are stretched
My life is tearing at the seems Shadows of love and happiness Torment all my dreams Love is in the air, though I'm in outer space Love is a running game, and I never give chase Life lines, so sad their blue The more time elapses, the more sure I am, of what I must do My eyes burn and so they must be shut Blue line run on forever, and so they must be cut My screams of protest are all in vain The world is ****ing deaf, and I'm going insane Darkness and silence are mistaken for peace I feel cold, I shiver,...then all signs of life cease |
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Topic:
vacant lot
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When not allowed to love...
..then what should I do? For nights seem long... ..when not accompanied by you Why keep myself from you... ..when you are all I really want My mind fills with regret... ..my soul is a vacant lot |
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Topic:
waiting...
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Thank you 1000111010123 :)
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Topic:
rust
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Thank You all for your feedback, I love writing my favorite creative outlet :)
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Topic:
nightmares
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While I slept last night,
Spiders crawled into my ear, They wove webs to catch good dreams, And to instill fear Fish swim in my belly, And lay their rotten eggs, And though they never hatch, They soon sprout legs The eggs walk in circles, Making my stomach churn, Then exit through my urethra, Making my penis burn I try to wake up with all my might, Webs now cover my eyes, Resulting in my loss of sight, As I lay in bed paralyzed with fear, Helpless, unable to shed even one single tear... And just when I question how much more I can take, The morning sun hit my face,... and I awake |
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Topic:
missing
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Fighting to my eyes dry,
The green keeps me high, Wasted as time flies by, MISSING YOU Watching my hands as they shake, Raised to my head to settle it's quake, All the while my heart aches, MISSING YOU In bed I hold my pillow tight, Often recalling the sight, Our bodies spooning in the night, MISSING YOU It's time like this I feel empty...without bliss, I contemplate our fates...and how they twist, Obsessively staring at knives...then at my wrists, MISSING YOU |
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Topic:
rust
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The reward is covered in rust
I searched for love... ..and all I found was lust The life I led was such a waste I ran after dreams... ..I never should have chased The help I pray for never came And though I may feel stupid ... ..still I pray, I pray just the same The powers that be, are all out to lunch They will dine on my hope... ..then wash it down with Hawaiian Punch |
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Topic:
waiting...
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Reflections and revisions
I regret my decisions Dedication to meditation I throw onto paper my manifestation Religion and submission And endless repetition Inclusion into the delusion I will re-echo my convolution |
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Topic:
me&u
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Ours was nonexistent
We tried and both resisted We searched forever and still we missed it The past is now revisited |
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Topic:
rotten apples
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I would write about being happy
I would write about being in love I would write beautiful flowers and a blue sky above I could write about holding hands I could write about our first kiss I could write about picnics in the park and our afternoon bliss I should write about all these wonderful things,... And maybe even more... But I'm alone and feeling rotten,... Rotten to my core. |
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