The Crying Poet ( Archived) (8)

(As I tend to write a lot of poetry and post most of it online, I figured I would start this thread and start compiling my works here for everyone to look over. For the sake of keeping my privacy, I will sign all of them under the pen name of The Crying Poet. All works written here are originals of yours truely.)

I Am
I'm the prince behind the mask,
The man behind the throne,
Hidden in the realm of shadow,
No face to call my own.

I'm the lover at the distance,
The keeper of emotions,
Watching in eternal silence,
Living off unknown devotions.

I'm the broken pane of glass,
The lonely stone within the field,
Shattered at the edge of depression,
Wishing that my heart be healed.

I'm the killer within the bushes,
The hunter waiting for his prey,
Playing in this game of sorrows,
Hoping to find love some day.

I'm the mystic on the stage,
The magician playing sleight of hand,
Putting up a great performance,
Never meeting my own demands.

I'm the rose within the garden,
The lonely bloom among the weeds,
Wishing for a ray of sunlight,
Finding nothing meets my needs.

I'm the dreamer and the writer,
I'm the giver and the gift,
I'm the watcher and the performer,
Here to give your heart a lift.

I'm the legend and the myth,
I'm the singer and the song,
I'm the burden and the bearer,
Never to do my readers wrong.

I'm the wrapper of the words,
And the poem animator,
I'm the story brought to life,
And the written illustrator.

I have a talent when things are written,
I have a gift and now I show it,
Now I give my self a name,
You may call me the Crying Poet.

~The Crying Poet~



The Story of My Life
'Twas a beautiful day on the good 'ol lake,
All was calm and all was right,
The sun was high and bright and strong,
And all was pleasant and bright.
Then in a flash I was out cold,
My body shattered and broken,
My mind was dead to the world around,
And from there my pain is unspoken.

I woke twice a week later in the shop of a healer,
Leg and arm bound in brace,
All was so fuzzy and painful to find,
That I knew not even my sweet mother's face.
As I grew stronger and my mind slowly came,
They told me of my near fatal spell,
That for half a month my family mourned,
Thinking my life had just fell.

As I grew still from my time spent with death,
Nothing had braced me for this,
My mother had died by the hand of a friend,
Whom several a time she would kiss.
The man was a demon of hatred and lies,
And cast to his own form of Hell,
Never again to love again,
Cursed forever by the Three-Fold spell.

As I lost my only parent,
Passed on to her own was I,
My mother's family would keep me safe,
Even if their daughter had to die.
My mother's mother was in pain,
Her stepped father thrown in shock,
And as we embraced for all of life’s time,
Together our hearts were to lock.

Twelve years before my mother's wrong death,
'Twas my father whom had passed,
The man who gave my mom my seed,
Had met his moment last.
He had worked in a field of darkness,
And went into thick white,
And when he went so deep in,
He was killed by the only light.

And so I here I am as I should be,
The beginning of another end,
For though now things may be good,
I'm bound to lose another friend.
But even so I must confess,
My hopes and dreams are still of high,
For love will always pull me through,
Even should my body die...

~The Crying Poet~

America Once Beautiful
America once beautiful, once home of only brave
Our freedom and our dignity has met an early grave
The government was glorious; our rights were good and just
In days of old, in times of cold, good morals were a must
Now look at us as we do fight without a noble cause
Forget the days when life was gay for those are long past lost.

America once beautiful, once home of all that’s free
Yet now we stand divided and refuse to ever see
Our country is in shambles while our standards are a mess
The Congress moves so valiantly to make our freedoms less
And look all ye at economy as it does crash and burn
Yet despite the fact we’ll never act nor will we ever learn.

~The Crying Poet~



One Sweet Kiss
The moment holds me in a trance,
I think my heart hath skipped a beat,
All about me is love's sweet dance,
And here we are, at last we meet.

One step forward, extend a hand,
I stutter as you shake it,
We speak of things, of life and land,
And for once I feel that we can make it.

Here we sit and talk a spell,
We laugh as though we know each other,
I think my life is going well,
And yet I want us to be together.

The day has gone, we're at your door,
Our time was great and full of bliss,
But in my heart I want much more,
To end the day with one sweet...

~The Crying Poet~



The Breakup Rose
I see a rose a deep red rose
With petals soft and smooth,
Perfect in near every way
My softened heart quite moved.

I smell the rose so lightly sweet
It's fragrance dances on my nose,
The aroma gives me hopeful chills
And in my blushed cheeks it shows.

I take the rose within my hand
And find it is quite fresh,
But when I try to put it down
It's thorns are tearing at my flesh.

It stings it burns it draws red blood
And soon my hand is ruby red,
Before too long I'm on the ground
Shriveled up and quite well dead.

As they prepare to take me underground
They find a little note,
"Don't ever talk to me again"
My truest love had wrote.


~The Crying Poet~

Insanity’s Reign

Blood runs from his gnarled fingers,
Slashes mark his twisted face,
Flesh hangs barely from his broken bones,
None can distinguish his gender or race.

Maggots crawl from within his skull,
The stench of rot drifts from his corpse,
Intestines litter the ground around him,
I sit at home in sweet remorse.

Death has taken him by the hand,
Carried him beyond the veil,
Through the trials of his deeds,
And straight into his very own Hell.

I never would have done the deed,
Had he never stabbed me in the heart,
And while I shall miss him so,
I am quite glad we had to part.

Alas though he is still haunting me,
Teasing me with his wicked song,
Driving me beyond the brink of madness,
Showing me what I've done wrong.

So I take my bloodied knife
And drive it through my pounding chest,
Expecting to die a painful death
Or a regretful one as very best.

But damn no I live through the wound,
And driven beyond the point of fears,
I jumped still bleeding from a cliff,
Near drowning in my tears.

At the end I saw a light,
And knew my time was near,
I hit the bottom with a deafened crash,
The last sound I thought I would hear.

But damn it still I would survive,
Awakened from a three month slumber,
Startled that I could still live,
How it happened I still wonder.

For years did that cursed taunting burn,
Driving me all the way to the psych-ward,
Ranting, raving, screaming, crying,
Playing in a perfect crazed chord.

At last I managed my third attempt,
Stabbing needles in my veins,
All went dark and cold and still,
As I said farewell to my pains.

I awoke in intensive care,
And bloody hell I was still alive,
My body nearly crushed and broken,
And that taunting did still thrive.

Finally of old age I died,
Smiling in my bed of leave,
I watched the world just pass me by,
And awoke again from my dream.

Never had I killed the cheater,
Nor ever tried to end my life,
And when I saw what I was to do,
I quickly dropped the fate-sealing knife.

~The Crying Poet~



A kiss...

A kiss I've dreamed for months a time,
So sweet it makes me shiver,
Held in my arms he speaks in rhyme,
I touch his face and see him quiver.

A kiss I've longed for ages and years,
So gentle and so golden pure,
Casting away all of our fears,
Our love we find to be so sure.

A kiss I've wished to grace my lips,
As lovely as a winter rose,
Brings warmth to our freezing finger tips,
So glad each other we had chose.

A kiss I've never wished to end,
A figment of imagination,
To none I know my love to send,
The kiss an exaggeration.

A kiss I've seen once too many and too few,
A dream so far from vision,
Each night to me the dream comes new,
And cry in waking its division.

A kiss that I shall never see,
Shattered on life's ice cold face,
The kiss that shall never be,
By morning has gone without a trace.

A kiss I find has made me cold,
For never has it been of mine,
And each moment I find I do grow old,
My paled blue eyes have lost their shine.

A dream, a wish, a nightmare,
The kiss of hope and kiss of sad,
Driving me so unaware,
To the point of quite raving mad.

~The Crying Poet~

My Wish…

I wish to hide behind a mask,
Where none can look upon my face,
So I might have a single chance,
To hide away my disgrace.

I wish to cover up my foul looks,
To cover with a hooded cloak,
For in this world your face draws love,
And mine is what you’d call a joke.

I wish to speak from in the dark,
For there no one can see,
They never look into my eyes,
Then maybe someone will love me.

I wish I were blessed with divine beauty,
There would be no need to hide,
I could smile and be as I wish,
And not have to say I lied.

I wish I could just rip it off,
My face so horrid and disgust,
And live without identity,
The results I’m sure would be quite just.

I wish my eyes would hold true color,
For they are gray as the stormy sky,
So boring and so undesirable,
On how I want to truly die.

I wish the world could just accept,
And a guy could love me just for me,
Oh how it’d bring me to joyous cry,
To be loved for not what you see.

~The Crying Poet~



Masks

The Masks, The Masks, The Endless Masks
A new one every time I turn around
Who am I? The blessed angel or the damned?
My true face lost no longer found
Forgotten in the age of fears
It slipped away without a sound.

The Change, The Change, The Constant Change
Like the day from light to nocturne
Darkness? Am I the evil one that talks of death?
Hatred in me seems to burn
Growing from some unknown ground
And from the light of day I turn.

The Circle, The Circle, The Spinning Circle
Around and round it takes its flight
Brilliance? Is it quite so clear?
I find my heart is filled with light
Lovely and so sweet divine
Like a beacon shining clear and bright.

The Play, The Play, The Twisted Play
I act each part all on my own
Importance? Might I be of such?
My higher self has now been shown
Arrogant and quite cocky
Speaking in that self-centered tone.

The Blade, The Blade, The Tempting Blade
Which calls to each so soft and warm
Worthless? Is that truly I?
Now I wish upon me great harm
Unloved and filled with self-pity
I raise that rusted blade to cut my arm.

The Song, The Song, The Lovely Song
Sung so ever softly in my deafened ear
Am I in love? Is he the one?
I cannot tell for oh how I fear
So anxious and unknowing
If he would be my loving dear.

No End, No End, No Cursed End
To all the masks and the suffocation
Who am I? The hunter or the pray?
My true face lost within translation
I fear I’ll never ever find myself
Due to my personality’s annihilation.

~The Crying Poet~

My Wish…

I wish to hide behind a mask,
Where none can look upon my face,
So I might have a single chance,
To hide away my disgrace.

I wish to cover up my foul looks,
To cover with a hooded cloak,
For in this world your face draws love,
And mine is what you’d call a joke.

I wish to speak from in the dark,
For there no one can see,
They never look into my eyes,
Then maybe someone will love me.

I wish I were blessed with divine beauty,
There would be no need to hide,
I could smile and be as I wish,
And not have to say I lied.

I wish I could just rip it off,
My face so horrid and disgust,
And live without identity,
The results I’m sure would be quite just.

I wish my eyes would hold true color,
For they are gray as the stormy sky,
So boring and so undesirable,
On how I want to truly die.

I wish the world could just accept,
And a guy could love me just for me,
Oh how it’d bring me to joyous cry,
To be loved for not what you see.

~The Crying Poet~



Masks

The Masks, The Masks, The Endless Masks
A new one every time I turn around
Who am I? The blessed angel or the damned?
My true face lost no longer found
Forgotten in the age of fears
It slipped away without a sound.

The Change, The Change, The Constant Change
Like the day from light to nocturne
Darkness? Am I the evil one that talks of death?
Hatred in me seems to burn
Growing from some unknown ground
And from the light of day I turn.

The Circle, The Circle, The Spinning Circle
Around and round it takes its flight
Brilliance? Is it quite so clear?
I find my heart is filled with light
Lovely and so sweet divine
Like a beacon shining clear and bright.

The Play, The Play, The Twisted Play
I act each part all on my own
Importance? Might I be of such?
My higher self has now been shown
Arrogant and quite cocky
Speaking in that self-centered tone.

The Blade, The Blade, The Tempting Blade
Which calls to each so soft and warm
Worthless? Is that truly I?
Now I wish upon me great harm
Unloved and filled with self-pity
I raise that rusted blade to cut my arm.

The Song, The Song, The Lovely Song
Sung so ever softly in my deafened ear
Am I in love? Is he the one?
I cannot tell for oh how I fear
So anxious and unknowing
If he would be my loving dear.

No End, No End, No Cursed End
To all the masks and the suffocation
Who am I? The hunter or the pray?
My true face lost within translation
I fear I’ll never ever find myself
Due to my personality’s annihilation.

~The Crying Poet~

B.B.B.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
Let me live my life alone,
My broken heart not beating,
I still store away within my home,
All alone and weeping.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
Give me room to slowly die,
Alone in my solemn hole,
Where I may sit and softly cry,
And mend my broken soul.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
Leave me be so I might heal,
To mend my poor suffering heart,
Let me take the time to peal,
Away the hurting part.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
Get away and don’t give me lies,
I know you only want me hurt,
I’ve seen it with too many guys,
Don’t waste your time with your flirt.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
I only want love so true,
But oh no there is no way,
For as is said according to you,
There is no love when you are gay.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
My heart is of the frozen flame,
Once warm but now freezing cold,
You’ve played me like I’m just a game,
When to you my heart I’ve sold.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
But, ah ha, alas the jokes on you,
For in my mournful weeping,
I took the good ol’ twenty-two,
And now your blood is seeping.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
Ta ha, tee hee, so I’m locked away,
It isn’t quite so bad,
For I will again be free some day,
Though thanks to you I’m now quite mad.

Broken, Beaten, Bleeding;
Bleeding, Beaten, Broken;
You chased me to a psychotic rage,
And you know, it felt quite good,
So now do I just turn the page,
To move on as I should.

~The Crying Poet~



Heartbreak

My heart hath broken over half a dozen times
It stings to be so direly all alone
For all my life I have wished but love
Yet never true love have I known.

It broke into seven thousand shards
Which drew forth the blood that makes my tears
Like a broken looking glass into which I looked
And found the rise of all my fears.

The shards have fallen and I can not find
What I have so treasured oh so dear
And now I dare say that it is gone for good
For never shall I hold another near.

Love is meant to be shared and made
Yet I am but used and tossed away
Left to sob in the darkness of agony
Until cold in the graveyard shall I lay.

I long to give it up and be pain free
To live alone without such grief
Yet I know that deep down inside
I shall always hold true love as a belief.

How much longer can I stand my ground,
Soaked in the blood of my bleeding chest,
Littered with those many shards,
Before I may in love's sanctum rest?

And how much longer can I bear
To listen to the front of lies,
While what I hear is oh so sweet
They never wish to bond the ties.

When will the boy I can truly love
Return to me what I will feel?
And as I hold him in my arms
When can I know it is for real?

I wish to see the silver light of hope
Yet black clouds of fear set in,
For while I long to find truest love
I know my heart shall only break again.

My deepest fear is that love's a lie,
No more than an ancient tale,
Meant to bring forth eternal hope
And ward off Insanity's veil.

Don't fall into the same horrid trap as me,
Chain up thine heart and control it
For I have written here what has come to pass
That made me the Crying Poet.

~The Crying Poet~