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Melodramatic life
Nothing seems to go right!
Everything is falling apart.
My life feels so wasted,
My heart with sorrow tainted!
Who am I ,does anybody cares?
Come and love me if you dare!
Even the famous and rich will die!
If they go through another day like this!
Mothers warned their daughters, not to live a life so lonely like mine.
I could spring a few surprise!
Whom am I kidding in this life?!
The rain pours down on my agony,
It soothe my mind ,an irony!
Like my father come to pass,
Thirty years has gone so fast.
Music seem to lose it's song,
What is the purpose of living so long?
Bitterness replacing love slowly,
The end is near reaching empty.
Still believing a lost cause,
A miracle to change my lying course.
Everything is falling apart.
My life feels so wasted,
My heart with sorrow tainted!
Who am I ,does anybody cares?
Come and love me if you dare!
Even the famous and rich will die!
If they go through another day like this!
Mothers warned their daughters, not to live a life so lonely like mine.
I could spring a few surprise!
Whom am I kidding in this life?!
The rain pours down on my agony,
It soothe my mind ,an irony!
Like my father come to pass,
Thirty years has gone so fast.
Music seem to lose it's song,
What is the purpose of living so long?
Bitterness replacing love slowly,
The end is near reaching empty.
Still believing a lost cause,
A miracle to change my lying course.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Listening to Lighthouse :(wake me up when sept ends) while feeling this
one in the round
there is beauty and violence here
is there beauty in a hanging body?
of course! the beauty of conviction
the streets mean and rivers raging
the people vanish in waves, torrents
can more be said as the innocent
bake in deserts of desolation
while shimmering mirage beckons
with shade and cool water just ahead
turning to oasis of redeeming reality
as senseless violence continues
unabated whilst beatified altruism
surrounds each villainous accretion
of rock on heart that just won't end
always another happenstance of will
a small boy helps his grandmother
in any trivial way, gladdening
then drowns in the afternoon pool
fates, oh, the fates always stringing
pulling this way and that, the lives
of all the actors, some passion play
the part cast trivial or challenging
when the angelic take center stage
and say their eloquent lines,
bringing the audience to its feet
applauding the meaning of life
it is after all a worthy endeavor
and bowed, the grateful of accolades
© agoodguy2have 2010-08-03
is there beauty in a hanging body?
of course! the beauty of conviction
the streets mean and rivers raging
the people vanish in waves, torrents
can more be said as the innocent
bake in deserts of desolation
while shimmering mirage beckons
with shade and cool water just ahead
turning to oasis of redeeming reality
as senseless violence continues
unabated whilst beatified altruism
surrounds each villainous accretion
of rock on heart that just won't end
always another happenstance of will
a small boy helps his grandmother
in any trivial way, gladdening
then drowns in the afternoon pool
fates, oh, the fates always stringing
pulling this way and that, the lives
of all the actors, some passion play
the part cast trivial or challenging
when the angelic take center stage
and say their eloquent lines,
bringing the audience to its feet
applauding the meaning of life
it is after all a worthy endeavor
and bowed, the grateful of accolades
© agoodguy2have 2010-08-03
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
for your consideration
JOHN DOE
vacant heart sacred stars of space.
transparent lies of an unknown race.
all the things i leave behind as i go.
into the nothing where there's no hope.
the people scream of losing time.
when we push the limits to rewrite.
i am someone don't tell me im not.
so the rivers dry the people rise.
just to wake up living life up.
screams of silence waiting tired of the dawn.
driving into the razors above the calms.
as i can see lifetimes away looking back at what i got.
i am someone don't tell me im not.
poison in our vains as life rots.
vines growing from bottom to top.
vacant replacements of a human.
no heart to feel not alone.
no feelings burn in the soul.
damn it we are supost to know.
every country is getting to full.
and life is vengeance and cruel.
bringing us down into a blood drenched pool.
this guy named john doe.
i am someone don't tell me im not.
transparent lies of an unknown race.
all the things i leave behind as i go.
into the nothing where there's no hope.
the people scream of losing time.
when we push the limits to rewrite.
i am someone don't tell me im not.
so the rivers dry the people rise.
just to wake up living life up.
screams of silence waiting tired of the dawn.
driving into the razors above the calms.
as i can see lifetimes away looking back at what i got.
i am someone don't tell me im not.
poison in our vains as life rots.
vines growing from bottom to top.
vacant replacements of a human.
no heart to feel not alone.
no feelings burn in the soul.
damn it we are supost to know.
every country is getting to full.
and life is vengeance and cruel.
bringing us down into a blood drenched pool.
this guy named john doe.
i am someone don't tell me im not.
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Posted: Jan 2011
Post CommentThe Mystery of Susie ( Thriller Poem)
Where did little Susie go
Little Susie all alone
She left her school at three o clock
Never to come home
Her parents called the police
The police formed a search
And all the helpful volunteers
Gathered at the church
She had on a yellow sundress
Here's a picture of her face
At three o clock this afternoon
she vanished with no trace
Volunteers came from miles around
they searched with all there might
Soon the setting autumn sun
Just faded into night
Sometime around the midnight hour
A scream ripped through the trees
It made every hair stand straight up
And buckled both the knees
Out of the woods ran a volunteer
Her hands held to her chest
About a mile away she gasped
I found a yellow dress
The police found the yellow dress
So they began to search around
Close to thirty feet away
Little Susie laid face down
Naked as the day she was born
Her hands bound behind her back
Loosely laid around her head
Was a beat up burlap sack
Her throat had been sliced open
yet no blood was to be found
So someone had place Susie
right here on this frigid ground
The question still remains today
an answer we may never know
When the bell went off at three o clock
Where did Susie go ?
Little Susie all alone
She left her school at three o clock
Never to come home
Her parents called the police
The police formed a search
And all the helpful volunteers
Gathered at the church
She had on a yellow sundress
Here's a picture of her face
At three o clock this afternoon
she vanished with no trace
Volunteers came from miles around
they searched with all there might
Soon the setting autumn sun
Just faded into night
Sometime around the midnight hour
A scream ripped through the trees
It made every hair stand straight up
And buckled both the knees
Out of the woods ran a volunteer
Her hands held to her chest
About a mile away she gasped
I found a yellow dress
The police found the yellow dress
So they began to search around
Close to thirty feet away
Little Susie laid face down
Naked as the day she was born
Her hands bound behind her back
Loosely laid around her head
Was a beat up burlap sack
Her throat had been sliced open
yet no blood was to be found
So someone had place Susie
right here on this frigid ground
The question still remains today
an answer we may never know
When the bell went off at three o clock
Where did Susie go ?
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post Comment
And yet you say I don't care
i open the door for you everytime, rub your shoulders an your back, bring you coffee in bed, dinners ready, here's a hug an a kiss, have I told you that I really like you, wow you look really good today, winter prep's done it's all put away, i'll dry the dishes, oh I fixed up those things, need your back washed jus give me a yell I'm fixin your puter, here's a neo to help with your sniffle, an this blanket an pillow. . . . .Yet you say it's one sided an that I don't care. . . . . . .~
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
What both male an female can encounter at times. Amazing how blind some people can be, poor me syndrome too many people have an they become selfish an make everything about them. Perhaps these kind of people don't deserve to be treated so good!D.A.R.K. P.A.S.S.E.N.G.E.R
D.own and deep in
A.t the bottom of a dissociative soul
R.ests the one I love and rests the one I hate the most
K.eeping me away from evil, hiding me away from me
P.rying from a good, safe distance
A.lmost like I'm there to be
S.ilent whisper that inhabits
S.elling peace for bloody bills
E.very time I’m week and tired, he’s got strength for us to be
N.ever stray or break, nor startle, only if I pay the fee
G.ranting him my self esteem to feed on
E.mty, sweet tranquillity, in a solitaire and hollow silence
R.ight until again he hisses ‘come on back and comfort me’
A.t the bottom of a dissociative soul
R.ests the one I love and rests the one I hate the most
K.eeping me away from evil, hiding me away from me
P.rying from a good, safe distance
A.lmost like I'm there to be
S.ilent whisper that inhabits
S.elling peace for bloody bills
E.very time I’m week and tired, he’s got strength for us to be
N.ever stray or break, nor startle, only if I pay the fee
G.ranting him my self esteem to feed on
E.mty, sweet tranquillity, in a solitaire and hollow silence
R.ight until again he hisses ‘come on back and comfort me’
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Posted: Jul 2009
Post Comment
next time, I'll get a good one
I demand satisfaction (spouted I to not one ear)
I want my maid and my cook and my servant to be here
I have been left here all alone and I find it very queer
that I must do things for myself, since you've up and disappeared
how could you ever dare to leave me after, lo, these many years
after all, you were the one I chose to fetch my evening beers
I put a roof over your head, gave you children to rear
and this is how you repay me, well, thanks a lot my dear
though I shouldn't be surprised by your petty, selfish fears
our whole sad time together was awash with your tears
I want my maid and my cook and my servant to be here
I have been left here all alone and I find it very queer
that I must do things for myself, since you've up and disappeared
how could you ever dare to leave me after, lo, these many years
after all, you were the one I chose to fetch my evening beers
I put a roof over your head, gave you children to rear
and this is how you repay me, well, thanks a lot my dear
though I shouldn't be surprised by your petty, selfish fears
our whole sad time together was awash with your tears
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
there's no pleasing some peopleBroken
A life is broken,
Lived by words unspoken
Tears and blood left to stain,
This soul plagued to pain
A victim once, a victim twice,
When will love Suffice?
No happiness left to ignite
For a life has been broken tonight.
Lived by words unspoken
Tears and blood left to stain,
This soul plagued to pain
A victim once, a victim twice,
When will love Suffice?
No happiness left to ignite
For a life has been broken tonight.
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post Comment
Not an Eagle
They flap their wings for all to see.
"I'm an Eagle. Look at me!".
But look again, that's not quite right.
They're not eagles high in flight.
Not too swift and not too brave
With vicious beaks that won't behave.
United in a putrid pact
They try to pull the Eagle act.
But money talks and bullshit walks
And only vultures squawk in flocks.
"I'm an Eagle. Look at me!".
But look again, that's not quite right.
They're not eagles high in flight.
Not too swift and not too brave
With vicious beaks that won't behave.
United in a putrid pact
They try to pull the Eagle act.
But money talks and bullshit walks
And only vultures squawk in flocks.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Vultures and Eagles. They look somewhat alike but their behavior is a dead giveaway.
Demons
Alone in darkness
Patiently I wait with my mysery,
I focuss on the illusions,
Because I can not escape from my reality.
I run my fingers through my hair,
A frustration created through my own devise.
Shadows dancing everywhere
Resurfacing I feel my old demons rise..
Haunting me, whispering
Run away you will be ok
Runaway
Forget the past and everything that is broke or hurt
You will be okay
Dont shove it all inside that only makes it worst
I hold my own
Simply just to save myself
A repercussion of my darkest soul
The reason why I walk alone
So stay away
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
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