Ghetto Drama
When will all the crazy violence end???
Giving to Greed
A long time is not long enough the land opens up swallows the tear of man sorrows she feels and opens her vains giving her everything and making more for man to share greed has taken over the fever of man is hot sorrow she feels opens her la
MOVING AWAY
Sending butterfly kisses up up high in the sky !
you must be a looser
i think so...what do you think...?
The Balance
The volume of alone is turned up to sad Treble and bass are the company I have The balance is right and the balance is wrong The station is weak I barely hear the song No static it is quiet just like the tone The balance is right The balance
Disregard
words = feelings I wish you realisation of your feelings and dreams...May the Lord bless you for the rest of your lives!
Waiting...
I can't help but stare at the ceiling Consumed by emotions that I don't want to be feeling An anger consumes me, thinking of your words Are you trying to break me by making me hurt You leave me speachless, numb to the bone As I sit here waiting
The End
Inspired by the ending line of Bentlee’s free verse ...life comes in circles....: “... there's a start to an end of the life that you lead.”
Profile
At the moment this is how i live i get a few days work sometimes and a friend lets me use his labtop such is life
I Tried So Hard
I tried so hard. I tried my best. I gave you my all, And now there's nothing left. You stole my heart, Then tore it in two. Now I'm falling apart, And don't know what to do. Divided by decisions, Burned by the fire. Confused by your wor
Despair
In her eyes I thought I saw her heart cry out to me, not realizing that her eyes reflect just what they see. My churning mind is cast aside by my lonely heart, keeping me from love, of which I long to be a part.
loveless
with couples everywhere you look holding hands and here you are alone wondering if love will ever find you.
a piece of foil
Just listening to a song. & started writing about different struggles, we all face in different ways. No reasons to judge we all have them...
Tomorrow
My self destructive button has been enabled As I carve out the first piece for my table Where I will sit alon
love's end
be on time and be prepared quickly I learned my soul was bared what have I sought, what had I begun when informed when I was to run of pushy and tushy and rules in verse I sit here and mutter, I snarl, I curse your rantings, they carry on lon
DON'T GIVE WAY
Something I can relate to Tweaked 2/16/23 added 2 lines 9/17/17
Just a bit of silliness, really
I was feeling suicidal a few hours ago, and these lyrics just popped in my head. It made me smile, so I jotted them down
Ruined
Every victory Written on parchment But the ink is blurred From the countless tears I've shed Every friend Standing by my side But their faces are hidden By the darkness within My mind
closeted crying...a real man's response
I suppose that should anything serious ever happen to his wife, he might blow the house up around them. That'll fix it...
The Ex
I know that we are over but I just wanted to say I gave my heart to you and you threw it away. I thought that you were wild and I knew that you were bold but how could I know your secrets? when I was never told. How could you look me in
I Miss You
You were my angel From heaven you fell right into my heart But now that your gone, I'm lost with out you Where do I start? My heart has been broken, My feelings shattered I will never feel the same with any other woman, I'm far from flattered
If I Fell Apart
Sitting alone again In this house filled with tears Sitting alone again Enveloped in my fears Staring at your blank face Wondering what to say Are there any words in me That could make this go away Sitting alone again You across the room
SLUMLORDS
I FOUND THE LOWEST OF THE LOW AND HIS NAME IS GUY LAURENCEAU
just because
a little fiction to fill the category. I'm hard and fast forever in love with my dear wife, Lyn....! we met on this site and this coming october 6 we'll have been married three years. it's a trip man! I love her so.....
To Sad
Adapted from my poems 'Soft foot treads of my Soul 2009.
Limbo Blah
Limbo blah that's the way I feel Stuck in limbo blah Never any zeal Might as well wear the same old shirt If I had new clothes I still couldn't flirt So tired I could just lay down in the dirt While others have energy and sing tra la la Th
low tide
to take the pleasure that you've given me and return it to you in the 'morrow could never be enough to slake your dieing thirst you would only be filled with more sorrow my lady, my love, what is aching you? I cannot find the answers that you'
just want too tell a story
About a man name FRED but now he is dead
sad, how little we know
seldom do we hold one another...imagining if this is the beginning or the end it may be the same...for all we know so we merely ponder, have I found a friend? I've never entered a relationship wondering...is this my special one? it has never, e
Lonely Night
I don't have any words right now, it's late, I have had too much to drink and this is how I feel.
Hopes and Dreams
He sees a smiling face in his dreams at night. He wakes and wonders, "Why can't that be my life?" He wants to show someone an accomplishment to justify life, but can't find an instance. He thought he had a dream, but now he's not sure.
GOOD RIDDANCE
A friend suggested I change the title from "Black Mood". Thanks Morgen
Deny
Do you know where you go when you sleep with those hollow eyes that deny the rights of the thoughts that had a dream
Call It A Day......
I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabular
Entangled in self
Tribute to friend - lost in blindness of judgmental views. The one who has to be born already exist in the world of our own image in the mirror and we kill him slowly with loads of accumulated baggages of past cataclysm's that we need to free ourselves from if we want to be re-born again as new man. To keep healthy balance of thoughts it's best not to take ourselves too seriously...and laugh as much we can when getting dirty in life mud. Also thank you to Poetnumber1 for generous given comfort with much appreciated wisdom. Thank you all for taking time in reading.
Pierdut In Suferinta (Anguish Of Oblivion)
I've often wondered what it feels like to be a poet. Does any one remember? Does it make any difference? The translation is not literal; I want to capture the romantic sensibility of the poet's feelings of insignificance and the futility of gaining acknowledgment by the world. This particular poem came from someone who became famous only after his death. Consider whether Mihai Eminescu's pessimism is truly warranted in view of how he is highly regarded by posterity.
Afraid
Afraid to sleep to disturb the dream that when i awake you will be gone just the smell of your breath lingering on my pillow of sorrow
Blues
Sometimes you feel like a motherless child.
The Rose that Died
Ocean waves covered her up as she sank inside. Her wings withered as she died. She could no longer feel nor breathe. The universe urged her soul to seize. She couldn't be... the beautiful flower she was meant to be.
Acceptance
it was just a current mood
Pleading
Is it not a line that you draw when you blindly ignore the pleading that resides deep within your mind that has a dieing need to touch the fear that you keep when you sleep with the hidden thoughts that weep
if you could see my pain
if you could see my pain you would see it forever thats how long it is just going down this lonely world alone and no one can see who i am the darkness shadows over me to close my eyes in vain if only you could see my pain if only you was my friend i