Life Till The End
Once life has began for a woman and a man. The things we must Conquer from the beginning till the end. The past pass on knowledge that just slips through our hands. The past unto the future that gave life till the end. The things we have to conquer t
If I
If I sent you a message would you write back If I told you I loved you would you love me back If I was to die would you cry for me or die for me or would you just say good bye to me. If I was alone would you be there for me. If I said goo
love poem
love blossums like a flower growing in the spring morning love has its own scent so much like that flower love can come in singles it can come in bundles its how its presented that brings its power its the one power we all seek to keep u
to the world a poem of love
think you every one for being you
dreamers wonders
i some times wonder about this
A Picture Of Sorrow
I use to live around the corner from the red light district in St Kilda, an inner suburb of Melbourne. This is a song about one particular working girl, who I would often see talking to herself, twirling and dancing around as if in a dream. Other times it would be in a catatonic state as if she cast were cast in stone.
Hatred and madness that accompanies such sadness
Dear reader: "If my words above offend you, forgive my poisoned tongue. Don't waste your time to cast any convictions because I won't give audience or erect any opposition to your opinion. Judge me if you will but you know not the agony that tortures me."
Once a place
Once a place of solitude, Where, one dispelled all their fears, And one, who understands, Unseen pain and buried tears. Once a place of tranquility, Where one was able to expose, The secrets that circulate within, This bond, only a fr
across a crowded chat room
does loves lightening bolt strike across the crowded chat room of the net one still photo create a thousand parumpumpums wildly fluttering breathe come fast stomach queasy flushed rosy face a picture can say a thousand words does her doe ey
Christ at the Speed of Light
Eric Fromm stated all anxiety comes from the sense of feeling separate.
one hand wavin' free
Some of Bob Dylan's best lyrics, From "Mr. Tambourine Man"
I locked me up
I made a choice to hide me away Thought I was doing it out of love Did not realize the penalty I had to pay I lived like a newly caged dove I should walk away I knew that is true But my heart says that is not what I will do Like a wild animal
The Last Breath Of Innocence
There is for some a particular moment where a tragic or brutal event marks the time where ones innocence is lost - once lost, it is lost forever. For others it is slowly and unknowingly lost over time and perhaps would never seem or known to be lost.
what is good for you is not good to any one else.
what is good for you is not good for any one else.
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
lost
I have lost a lot in my life. alot of good people and a lot of great things. I have been through alot and I don't want the pain anymore. you can take it all back I have nothing to lost because I have lost it all.
Amanda the panda
Amanda the panda sits in her cage Paceing up and down is all she can do Her once shiny fir coat now matterd and black Her life luster gone hidden from view Tired and worn she sits with no view People come and stir she hides from their glare
The Driver
The dark twisting road travels swiftly under you Passing underneath the beaten tires of your car. What motivates this machine to move? What does it get for driving on this road? Does it feel the satisfaction of the rough pavement? Or does it f
We Walk Among the Ruins
I don't know what to say As you turn away Glance over your shoulder A precarious display Of your back and face You look puzzled I begin to speak My story sounds bleak Confused Words misused I fumble for clues To what you are feeling We
PAIN?
I have been in pain for a long time.
you've gone again
you're flying away baby of mine you're flying away...come the morning never ever told you, just how I feel happy christmas and please hurry home doesn't really matter the circumstance for success and failure are forgotten when compared
"For someone I knew."
They say vanity is a down fall of humanity. Your chastity is given away like charity. Open legs and closed eyes, with you pleasure comes with a price. It doesn't matter if those moments have flavor or spice or even entice. Call you prostitute, ne
Why can't you love me so?
Well I just thought about a special someone and I began to write. Love is such a complicated mystery. Hope you guys enjoy it.
"Crush"
I grow weary of keeping a cloak over this fire I have been trying to disguise this desire. But my efforts are make me become a liar. I can't escape this yearning for her. In her presence i beg heavens for composure. But good god, Cupid's mischie
Love you to death
I don't really know what this is about. I had a dream when I was 14 and wrote this in my sleep. I just found it and thought' hey I should post this' but after reading it back I'm not so sure.
Quicksand
My world has no color like a black and white photo Birds songs have been muted And the waves of the ocean lay motionless Each step I take is harder than the previous Each breath I take lifts my lungs and pushes aginst the empty chamber wh
Never Lose Your Story
You close your eyes and move away from your body For a moment your life flashes in front of your eyes You have accepted your time on earth is coming to an end And as the moments flash in front of your eyes you start to feel Are you going to feel
It's ok
I'm feeling,its gonna be ok
,MY MEMORY
Secluded in a memory, of once apon a time, Protected by a santuary, An inner peace of mind, sacred is that memory, Of tender love so true, All alone with my memories, My rendezvous with you !!! Acheing hearts that never break, Cause memory
only you.
only you only you can make me feel this way. only you can take my breath away. only you can hurt me with out even saying a word to me. only you can make me believe that this is how everything is supposed to be. I never wan
holding on
holding on trying to find something to hold on to. trying to forget about everything that i have been through. holding on to everything that I have before it is what i had nothing seems the same any more and nothing is the way th
him
I only dream of the day when i find him. his amazing eyes. I cant wait to hear his voice. his soft lips. our skin touch. pure inside and out. his hands so slow run through my hair, down my cheeks across my face. his heart and
I thought
I thought I lost my self but really all it was, was me finding my self.
Blind (a poem for my dad)
This is the first poem I have ever written. I wrote it to my dad when I was 12 after my parents had gotten divorced
Hate!
For Gravity
loved and lost
Just tired of the hurt
Homeless?
My parents got divorced and it ripped our home apart.
If I die
If I die tonight Please tell everyone I will be alright If I die tonight Its because I could not fight All I saw was that ever lasting light My life, It was fun But now I think it is done Im going to see God now I never really threw in the t
A poem I wrote with Fridge Magnets
I wrote this in High school, Well not really wrote it...It was words on magnets on Gravitys Fridge. I just put them in the right order i guess.
retail
I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do w
Threw The Ground
As I walked to the gate Peter said "Boy your to late" Dropped off his pedistol Locked his gate Pulled a lever Sent me down Down threw the ground Where there is no sound
Divided
A poem to gravity after my first six months at war