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Come, taste the world with me
Time wears bright call
For plain value
Chasing down seconds for centuries
Night and day
New and old
L’amour est un rêve qui commence
L’amour est une chimère qui commence
C’est une ballerine qui danse
C’est un poète qui pense
Love is a dream that begins
Love is a chimera that begins
It’s a ballerina who dances
It’s a poet who thinks
It's a bird that sings
What if we suddenly awoke,
Realized it'd all been a dream?
What kind of feelings would be evoked;
For us what would it mean?
And if I could give back all this time,
Run back across the line,
Look up to the sky friends,
Can you see the coming end?
Red rock falling from the sky,
Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise.
Say your last prayer, beg for eternity;
The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
it feels so easy to let the world slip away.
old friends pass like water
through shriveled fingertips
on aching, time-shorn hands.
the evergreen forest outside brick walls
When the sun rises
don't look for me.
I've done something awful
and I don't want you to see.
When the sun rises
don't turn on the news.
I'm afraid that's how
they'll try to tell you.
They expect me to stand here in silence to find worth in how they deprived me of who I truly was .
Why do we love?
Sometimes it feels like it’s pointless
Love to be hurt
Then why do we start?
We start to feel it
That same joyous feeling
I just want you to see the way you've hurt me,
the mask I wear everyday to hise the pain,
the pain that is going through me,
I need this pain to be slain.
I just want you to see the way you've hurt me,
END IS A PART OF OUR JOURNEY As time goes by we age-old and rise.We lose are hold and go for gold nearly all the time.Time isn't a thing favoring us to unroll.Loss isn't a thing to buy.Fight sometimes not to fight.Wise always knows the price.Risk-
if five minutes where dem
last five minutes of my life
if i died
in five minutes
i would
kiss my kid
hold on to my wife i'd
call my mom
forever
forever
You hold my hands
Wrap the gauze around my bruised knuckles,
Whisper me pieces of words
For my mind to create
Into stained-glass portraits.
Like a great flight of stairs based in the center of a garden,
Sturdy, beautiful, glimmering, their nobility ardent.
Our history a great mystery filled with tales of glory.
I love the way the sunlight shines on him
The way the sun seems to reach out for him
Only him
His eyes are the most beautiful brown
I hated brown
But I could never hate brown on him
It’s gone now, isn’t it?
What they said would last forever?
All our friendship, all our ‘family’,
In empty space, we’re forced to roam
The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill
In search of that which resembles home
As complex as the human genome
men cry of victory;
though comrades have died.
Heaven watches in horror;
while children die by the knife.
thousands are dying;
and husband kills wife.
i fell to my knees;
Time embraces the world with light,
And sets the sun for an inky black night,
It can be the stitch for a broken heart,
Or a sharp steel blade that cuts life apart.
Charred among the ashes stirredA people left here uninterred.No beds of peace or roses here;A feast alight for blackened bird.
They say a man’s mind is shaped like a waffle.
With each
Square designed perfectly for
It’s one thing and that’s why
Boys can focus on a single
Aspect of life
Without
Up before dawn racing the sun to hope.
Off the guiding path, where the shepherd will approach.
Down in the dirt but no time for pain. Reach for desire or struggle
On the lonesome journey, all are made humble;
The great American eclips
was supposed to be the end of the world.
I spent it at work.
One o'clock rolled around,
And the world turned into a graveyard.
All the workers shuffled outside to see.
After all the noise.
The sounds, the television
The lights.
The things I use to block out my mind.
There is a calm.
Here in this house, my parents house.
For all intense and purposes a museum.
Each chime of the dying bell
Nudge us closer to
Dust from whence we came.
Out of the depth of our soul
Freedom songs resonates.
The time has come
To end the suffering
Of those I love
Becoming weaker each day
My body corroding away
Confided to this bed
My life is ending
The only reason I am alive
When I have grown old,
And my time has come to an end,
I will leave this place.
When my job is done,
I will spread my wings and fly,
Fly far, far away.
Who will care when the world ends?
Will it be you or any of your friends?
What if the world ended today?
Would you be happy with how it ends?
You murdered me with whisperings
of trusted secrets now in fling.
Our trust you tore with rampant greed
and flaunted my foolish empathy
that marked you as my everything.
And the World Ended
the cycle is over
and will begin anew
with differnt players
on a differnt stage
telling the same story
of sorow and of joy
endings and begenings
but its alright
Cutting you out of my life would be like ripping out a piece of my heart...
But that part has been so beaten and abused that the rest has learned to beat without it already
Began
all with something
something White
as White as
Milk would be
and as an Angel
would look
Blue as Sky
Blue as Sea
igniting Waters
bringing Rains
to Rain
The day they said
the world was to end
and so the day the world waited for with fears
but no signs of it all
and the day's work went as usual and on schedule
and some as late as usual
He on the seventeenth
Of the fifth month
Heard a noise
He sneaked
He saw.
An illusion it would
Have been thought she
He hid as if he ignored
She walked passing through
Eternity hides this secret from us all
Beyond realms forged of the call
On the glowing fiery Star
Never to taste the void’s chill
Yet it faintly glows despite its touch
We burnt out.
Our flourishing romance withered away
leaving us both as ashes of the people we once were.
Without our vessels,
we touch.
Our ashes attempt to replicate our bodies,
Cat-God.
Scars on human souls
like cracks on china plates,
stone-cold glue seeping from wounds
frozen mid-drip.
Cat-God.
Paws against old wood shelf,
one furry oaw on slick porcelain.
Yeah, I fell in love
Yes, I fell in love with you
I'm not ashamed I did it
How about you?
Do you ever wonder?
Or even care about me?
It seems like you don't
And if not, I'll let it be
I think I might have just been
born of a disease.
A disease where slowly my
flesh peels away
at the slightest remarks.
Where my eyes become to full
and my heart become to weak
I am alive:
My color radiant as blood
Electricity coursing throughout
I hold my head towards the sun
As I accept the blessing of rain
...
I am withered
Time.
Night fades away, as the sun warms the air,
The voices are still, and the air is thinner today.
Noon creeps above the clouds, as not even a sound has bound.
For every beggining, there is an end.
For every Intro, a conclusion,
for every hello, a goodbye.
Each Alpha has an Omega,
but what happens after each end?
My mind chops through each possible answer
Neglect–ed
Ringed out with blood and stretch marks.
Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes.
They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling.
I kept falling. I failed.
MANY WILL BE LEFT TO FACE SORROW AND GRIEF!
ALL BECAUSE OF THEIR UNBELIEF.
A TIME OF WHICH MANY HAVE FEARED,
MILLIONS OF CHRISTIANS HAVING DISAPPEARED.
IN YOUR MINDS EYE PLEASE TRY TO CAPTURE,
rain is falling people calling dark sky bright lights day or night one more time lightning strikes walk alone through the night
you can act like you're my friend
but we both remember the end
let's stop pretending it's alright
You, you were right.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
And you, you were right.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
Would you like to be my friend?
And you, you were right.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
Some open book you were
So open, I could see the dotted lines on the pages you scribbled on
And everyone knew how to read but me
I know you cannot promise me much right now,
because your integrity is kind of low,
but if you could tell me why you're here
In the dead of the night there is a cry of pain.
One child looses innocence and a soul commits to flames.
No help hears this call and thus none arrives,
He is left to the darkness with tears in his eyes.
Poetry is beautiful
It has meaning
It has feelings
It is strong
It can be loud
It can be quiet
But like everything else
Poetry and poems
Come to an end...
like this,
The cheers swung
Above thus all
Even the crown
Sing the song
Whisper rose
As all had gave
The end has come
Thus shall be us
Although we cheer
The world will rest
at the end of every today that passes
i lay able to rest
because i know that it means
i am yet another day closer
another day closer to my tomorrow
In my house enjoying a fine day,
smoking cannabis, harming no one and nor,
am I doing anything wrong, but yet it is a crime,
and to this I say, end this war.
Medicine for everybody including children,
I met you once on the side of the road
you were walking in no particular direction
You said your name was wanderer
and you were searching for an end
At night you slept looking at your compass
In the forest I hear no sound
Branches falling down
Leaves upon the ground
Life dwindling down
Leaning against a fallen tree
I hardly watched my heart,
nestled warmly in my pocket.
Most days I hardly took notice.
But some I did.
I took it out,
and stared at the glass figure.
I began to toss the thing in the air.
Everything is passive, it's temporary
The world is so worried about the weight that it just doesn't carry
Think about a purpose, it just there
Yet if anybody misses out then life just isn't fair
Carry the One. carry,.. drag.. discard!
-futile. GRIPPING my face, Clawing me back..
My affliction.
my burden. MY BURDEN. carry, drag.
Lost within my own
A dark shadow on the wall ready to pounce, ready to brawl
Following, stalking, hunting, taking just when you're unaware, shaking
Tense, strong at any moment a trap in waiting, no escaping
Today I look back on what my life once was. The pain and heart break I endeavored.
So what if this is the end?
What if this is goodbye?
What if fire starts to ravagely roar from the sky?
This is it for our memories we've made in our lives.
So stop thinking about the future, and listen to me now.
I seek no safeguard or heaven,
Nor purgatory or hell for crime,
I do not search for god or demon,
I care not for the religious sublime.
I do not want an eternal soul,
To begin agian
to live agian,
to see the light at the end
its all what is scene
becouse its all that has been
repeated agian tell the end.
There was a rock in the middle of my lane, at least that’s what my brain told me. It was just a rock, a dark figurine. Yet, as I drove closer the recollection of its hop popped up every memory and image I had of the creature.
This day was coming
We saw it from the horizon
And how akward it is
Now that we can hold it in our hands
But It'll pass us by
This is just a new beginning
Because we know somewhere deep down
My Demise
Abandonment overcame my being in the beginning,
Tick. Tock. The clock chimed days away before my hopeful eyes
tomorrow i will be sad again. did you know? tomorrow i will be fulled with sorrow because there is no more me and you. do you know? tomorrow i will cry and you will not know. tomorrow though that will be my last tear.
Wicked hearts so vast and hollow
Heartless eyes set on the morrow
Greedy, grasping, never to miss
Hunger endless as an abyss
Twisting, turning, a tangled weave
Washed on beaches of filthy eve
It's hard to follow the changes in you
people around you affecting your moves
look back and miss what you used to be
you lost what you needed- unintentionally.
I'm sorry to mess up all that we were
This painful Earth will soon no more exist
Someone please accept my last dying cry
I will vastly go but here is the twist
The end of time is reassuringly complete
I expected sadness
But instead felt reassuring completeness
Everyone else escaped backwards
Into an elaborate game of hide and seek
Before they hit the end
We live a life with knowledge that death must come.The days of fall are gravenThe leaves fall upon the barren ground, the ravenCalls out in the midnight sun.
Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
It hurt,
When you let me go.
It hurt,Because I didn’t know
It would be so soon
I should’ve listened toWhat everyone said.
You only wanted one thing.
"Everything will be all right,"
He says as she sobs into his shirt,
Her tiny hand clutches the fabric.
Between sobs he pats her back: rocks her,
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
It is like we are sailing away and yet we are at bay
still in the middle of tomorrow and yesterday
not knowing why we try so hard to live in the moment
Lord out here,
in the wide open.
I seem to always have fear,
but my heart you have woven.
You have taken my broken,
what seemed like dead life.
You have awoken,
Green, lush flora, flowing, swirling 'round.Such beauty remains unaffected y man,If only it was left to itself.Earth will continue post-humankind,Lacking our catastrophic disturbance.
Hit the floor running, that's what they say
But there's only so far you can run
In this bricked up place with these
tiled floors filled with sickness, sad-
ness, and sterilization. But that's why I'm here:
Coming up to bind
The troubles ahead will soon unwind.
Ahead I go without a trace,
Into the wilderness soon I will face.
This is my time
When life at its peak is sublime.
I've lost my taste for life
The bitter flavors numbed my tongue
Through prolonged exposure
The stench of moral decay
Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent
I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
If love is in the heart of the lover
If happiness tranquility is in the mind of the thinker
I write because you hurt me, because you decided you were done.
I write because I miss you.
To the one whom i loved and lost
My decisions have paid the cost
I wrote for her, I thought for her
Every poem was love for her
Expressed my feelings through paper and pencil
All the moments that we went through
I am no one I am lost I have no one People dont know what is happening to me people wouldnt understand.
The reason I speak is to let my voice be heard,
The reason I eat is to nourish my body,
The reason I breathe is to breathe life into others
The reason I walk is to bring light into many lives
Girls got me drowning through her eyes swimming unto her heart.
Only pool able to tame the fire burning inside my heart.
Argument through dispute then its back to rubbing and loving you some more.
Day after day the sun never fails. The clouds might
be able to cover it, but they continue to be fluffy.
There might be a thousand drops, but only one storm.
It might be a rose, but also a thousand petals. There
Money makes, you smile but love makes you happy, money buys you food, love makes you a daddy, a job gives you money, love gives you a wife, working can be temporary, while love lasts the rest of your life.
There's this sorrow in my heart after we split apart.
The tears seep though my eyes from this muffled cry.
I heard it hurt to think it though, not just me but you too.
The next day. Did it go away?
Tip toed,
Old age comes and smothers innocence,
Purely out of habitual fashion,
We sit back and keep our eyes closed,
And when we return to this reality,
Summer has turned to autumn.
Was there a beginning?
An end to time?
For the living, it is the expiration of life
It takes so long to grow up
But it feels like no time at all
Then come the wrinkles
The reality of death
The scene unfolds with little warning
Words would have diminished its significance
The moment itself should have lasted forever
Its beauty was terrible
Amidst all the try-hards and give-ups,
Stand the happy middle of the two
Who hasn't crashed and burned yet
And who still hasn't made it through
Who's looking inside that tight circle?
I am the wind inside the star,
I am the child seen from afar.
I am the water which few can drink,
I am the man who dares to think.
I am the fire burns ever bright,
I am the ancient, age-old might.
When al is lost, and hope it seems,
has left me here deserted.
When friendship's cost, of life and dreams,
have proved too much to pay.
When solitude, and loneliness,
are not enough to comfort.
Upon this stormy sea I sail,
Upon the waves I ride.
Beware, beware the siren's wail,
Beware the coming tide.
Your pain it will tenfold increase,
Your joy no more benign.
There you see, He comes a'knocking,
Wind is blowing, house a'rocking.
To know! To know what parcel He brings,
Would entice the greatest of kings.
His walk is strong, His stride is sure,
She said "I can't see myself without you" He said "well close your eyes, and if I ever really loved you would I tell you lies?
Skipping lines and skipping parts
Do you know wherethebegginingstarts
Feel the constant beating of your heart.
Then all of a sudden.
It falls apart
Coming to an end
No drama to be found
Solely disappointment
What could be and what was
Nothing but a large fuzz
A cloud, a wall, a veil
Sad, but true
Not one thing to misconstrue
The world is dying
But they keep trying
Putting patches on the wounds but they're still crying
It's going under
This ship will plunder
It will shake and crumble by Almighty Thunder
Each day that passes, each hour, every minute of every day, time slips away. However, most of us claim to have plenty of it.
I Loved you
my heart gave you everything
And now you say its just a
"One Time Thing"
I Thought you loved me
that we could live happily
And open our hearts Freely
Bullies are people, who are sad,
They have hearts and are really not that bad.
Bullies are people, who need friends,
Once they receive them usually the bullying ends.
Remember me?
That girl in the back of the class.
The outcast.
The one everyone laughed and mocked,
For years on end.
To feel strong, probably.
Well, forget all of you.
One cannot stand alone; shaken violently amid the brutal winds…
But a few can hold each other up, standing tall in sturdy unison, despite the trying forces.
A fire comes and goes ever so quickly
Like friends you thought existed
They stare at me for a moment and invite me in
Draw me closer
But soon they sizzle out of view,
Becoming dark, smoldering ashes
The constant taunting
Picking, mental, and physical abuse
It scars
Reaping at the core and dignity of a person
It stings
Cutting through one’s emotions
It stays with that person
At the end of the world
People will cease
To love and trust each other.
People will stop dreaming
And believing
And hoping.
And the human family
Will begin to crumble
Piece by piece
I wish for a love thats right
Someone who can hold me tight
As the favor would be returned back to them
We would make the perfect gem
Glistening when the light shines our way
That would truly be the day
Don't worry of it
The end will not come
These theories of lies
Will root to the ground
So stop making these lies
Be happy to be around
Live another year for you
