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The Eternal Fall
I can feel myself fall into the eternal bliss,
All this worlds hurt will never be missed.
I loose a hold and slip into the void,
this dreaded misstep has long been foretold.
I reach up for a hold to keep me in this world,
but I know what has stricken me hopeless and cold.
My destiny looms before my very soul,
Hell is predestined to receive my immortal soul.
I scream for the very thing that I desperately need,
But eternal hurt is all that I feed.
My soul screams for a desperate release,
something dark denies my prayer for eternal bliss.
I know that hurt will encompass my lingering days,
till death takes its abysmal ways.
My last scream is for a single prayer,
it's all that I can hope will take me there.
I'm deceived, all that remains is remorse and doubt,
I know now there's only one way I'll ever get out.
All this worlds hurt will never be missed.
I loose a hold and slip into the void,
this dreaded misstep has long been foretold.
I reach up for a hold to keep me in this world,
but I know what has stricken me hopeless and cold.
My destiny looms before my very soul,
Hell is predestined to receive my immortal soul.
I scream for the very thing that I desperately need,
But eternal hurt is all that I feed.
My soul screams for a desperate release,
something dark denies my prayer for eternal bliss.
I know that hurt will encompass my lingering days,
till death takes its abysmal ways.
My last scream is for a single prayer,
it's all that I can hope will take me there.
I'm deceived, all that remains is remorse and doubt,
I know now there's only one way I'll ever get out.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Not a light read, but an insight into a time when I felt alone and abandoned. Not for my taste, but how I felt after a rather dark time in my life. I also write childrens stories, ironic isn't it. 180 degrees from my poem I posted yesterday. I have more let me know what you want. kindly---Penwick
Changes
Something i wrote up off the top of my head.
Felt like writing a quick rap so here's something new.
Similar to that feeling of Eminem's song Stan with a twist of Tupac.
Just a way to envision the theme/beat if you know the songs or artists and their way of rapping.
*the sound of heavy rain to a beat*
Something has been weighing on my mind heavy, it's killin' me/
If only i was capable of showing others the f*cked up shit that I see/
So they can experience the frustrations of me being me/
Now i'm exposing a combination of different emotions/
It's like both my heart and mind are having internal explosions/
Pent-up rage and bottled up hate/
Pushing me beyond the brink of being irate/
Let me skip the introductions and avoid a debate/
Because lets face it, you only get one life to live so why not just embrace it/
The bullshit that haters and privileged bitches throw at you, just evade it/
If you got dreams and a set of goals in front of you, never lose sight, chase it/
Life is too short to have miseries and worries holdin' you down, so take the negative shit and erase it/
Like a blank slate, start fresh with a new life and repaint it/
Don't hesitate to have fun by poppin' a few bottles and dancin' the night away till you get faded/
Wake up the next day, start fresh and go out there and enjoy every minute of life/
Be glad you ain't one of those people that lives in a place surrounded by starvation, famine and strife/
I may not have a lot in life to brag about, but after all my struggles i'm just happy i made it/
But that's when reality hits and i remember/
I'm still striving to overcome my self-esteem and confidence with girls, but it's still hard after so many years of being too fat, too nice and being degraded/
Finally having the chance to once again talk to my mom after so many years/
Fighting back the heartache and loneliness of not having a family to go home to would bring many to tears/
I write these lyrical bars like my father writes me letters from behind his prison bars/
Being told by the people you thought you could trust that you'd never amount to shit and end up just like your parents, a screw up, you'll never become famous or successful like one of the stars/
Being alone with nobody to love you, to hug you, just to sit down and talk to/
That's the type of shit that's hard to get through, having the haunting feeling of forever being alone cause nobody will ever want you/
And you look back and realize, so many years of your life's gone to waste and you have nothing to be proud of or accomplishments to show for/
Doubting yourself once again and realizing maybe it's true, you won't ever amount to anything... you don't even know where to start or what to do anymore/
Contemplating if anyone would ever shed a tear or miss you if you were to die tomorrow/
Maybe if you felt my pain, perhaps you could fathom the real meaning of sorrow/
Warning: This is only poetic rap. Please don't take it too seriously, or get offended/get the wrong ideas. I wrote this a couple years ago and happened to stumble across it. I thought i'd share it with people. The lyrics are based of of some of my feelings and actual things in my life that have taken place.
Please don't think i have suicidal tendencies or plan on killing anyone. It's just a set of lyrics. And was setting a mood/feeling to deliver a message.
Felt like writing a quick rap so here's something new.
Similar to that feeling of Eminem's song Stan with a twist of Tupac.
Just a way to envision the theme/beat if you know the songs or artists and their way of rapping.
*the sound of heavy rain to a beat*
Something has been weighing on my mind heavy, it's killin' me/
If only i was capable of showing others the f*cked up shit that I see/
So they can experience the frustrations of me being me/
Now i'm exposing a combination of different emotions/
It's like both my heart and mind are having internal explosions/
Pent-up rage and bottled up hate/
Pushing me beyond the brink of being irate/
Let me skip the introductions and avoid a debate/
Because lets face it, you only get one life to live so why not just embrace it/
The bullshit that haters and privileged bitches throw at you, just evade it/
If you got dreams and a set of goals in front of you, never lose sight, chase it/
Life is too short to have miseries and worries holdin' you down, so take the negative shit and erase it/
Like a blank slate, start fresh with a new life and repaint it/
Don't hesitate to have fun by poppin' a few bottles and dancin' the night away till you get faded/
Wake up the next day, start fresh and go out there and enjoy every minute of life/
Be glad you ain't one of those people that lives in a place surrounded by starvation, famine and strife/
I may not have a lot in life to brag about, but after all my struggles i'm just happy i made it/
But that's when reality hits and i remember/
I'm still striving to overcome my self-esteem and confidence with girls, but it's still hard after so many years of being too fat, too nice and being degraded/
Finally having the chance to once again talk to my mom after so many years/
Fighting back the heartache and loneliness of not having a family to go home to would bring many to tears/
I write these lyrical bars like my father writes me letters from behind his prison bars/
Being told by the people you thought you could trust that you'd never amount to shit and end up just like your parents, a screw up, you'll never become famous or successful like one of the stars/
Being alone with nobody to love you, to hug you, just to sit down and talk to/
That's the type of shit that's hard to get through, having the haunting feeling of forever being alone cause nobody will ever want you/
And you look back and realize, so many years of your life's gone to waste and you have nothing to be proud of or accomplishments to show for/
Doubting yourself once again and realizing maybe it's true, you won't ever amount to anything... you don't even know where to start or what to do anymore/
Contemplating if anyone would ever shed a tear or miss you if you were to die tomorrow/
Maybe if you felt my pain, perhaps you could fathom the real meaning of sorrow/
Warning: This is only poetic rap. Please don't take it too seriously, or get offended/get the wrong ideas. I wrote this a couple years ago and happened to stumble across it. I thought i'd share it with people. The lyrics are based of of some of my feelings and actual things in my life that have taken place.
Please don't think i have suicidal tendencies or plan on killing anyone. It's just a set of lyrics. And was setting a mood/feeling to deliver a message.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I occasionally write rap lyrics and bars from time to time when i'm bored or the emotion or an idea/rhythm hits me. I tend to rap with an old school Eminem style with the Slim Shady twists to my lyrics. I tend to have darker, angry, violent, s*xual lyrics. But mostly they're just ways of expressing emotions rather than following through with them and letting them run my life. Just because rappers say things doesn't mean they actually mean or do the things they do... they're mostly metaphors and alternative ways of self-expression. Hell, it's better to get your anger out on paper and deliver a message to influence others to create a talent in expressing their emotions and getting them off their shoulders/chest rather than following through with them and letting them overtake your life and control you.A lot of people hate on artists and musicians like Eminem because he's either considered too aggressive, too angry, too violent, too sexist, too homophobic, too crazy... but little do they realize, Eminem chose to make a living expressing his darker and pent up feelings and emotions. Rather than following through with them and actually committing the things he says. He simply says it like a story. And that's the message he tries to get across to people when he put out the "Real Slim Shady" and songs like that. To explain to people that they should be themselves and not take his lyrics and words so seriously and to heart.
After all, it's entertainment. Instead take the message and ideas and create your own way of expressing yourself in a productive manner. And maybe you can touch the hearts of others and inspire others to become artists instead of criminals or murderers, rapists, thugs, etc. Sometimes you get mad and upset when people hurt you... you have messed up thoughts and feelings but you don't actually want those things to truly happen... you just feel that way sometimes. It's like telling someone you hate them one minute, and when you cool off... you realize it was a petty and stupid reason to get mad and say those things... and you really don't hate them. It's just how you felt at that time. Now imagine if you killed someone because at that time you felt like doing it.... now you just committed something that can never be taken back and you basically ruined your life.
Some people take things too seriously and they end up getting the wrong kind of message from something like music, movies, video games, books, etc. And they totally miss what the artist or developer was trying to truly get across... Those people are the people you normally see trying to emulate the artist or character they idolize. They lose track of the message and end up trying to be the package that was used to deliver the message.
Sorry for the rant, I hope my rap could possibly make people think about life and entertainment... maybe reconsider and have a newer outlook on artists or works of art/entertainment.
Thanks for your time.
Juice
Juice
We got enough to go around
Killings in Chicago let out a weird sound
All we have to do is understand
They are fleeing away from this land
Over 200,000 since 2005
More who choose to stay might just be choosing to die
What is the solution to all this madness
When men choose badness instead of gladness
Jobs and hope being stripped away
Replaced by dope and despair with forgotten people who pray
For a better day where this is light
Instead of running in fright
Listen to what I have to say
Kids no longer feel safe to go out and play
We got enough to go around
Killings in Chicago let out a weird sound
All we have to do is understand
They are fleeing away from this land
Over 200,000 since 2005
More who choose to stay might just be choosing to die
What is the solution to all this madness
When men choose badness instead of gladness
Jobs and hope being stripped away
Replaced by dope and despair with forgotten people who pray
For a better day where this is light
Instead of running in fright
Listen to what I have to say
Kids no longer feel safe to go out and play
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
This violence is spreading instead of getting better. I know I won't be taking any trips to Chicago any time soon.This is a parody of a song from the movie soundtrack Juice. It is about four friends and one who enjoys having the power of a gun. He is played by the rapper Tupac who was shot dead on September 7, 1996.
Loss
What solace is there for us to be found
Who bewail the demise of one so dear
Like the epicentre of a quake that's shaken the ground
Can't believe she's gone who was once so near
So much joy in the home when we rose this morning
To the usual bustle of breakfast being prepared
As she hurried us along for day was dawning
She made sure that each of her boys was fed
And then with commands to each she gave
She grabbed her bag and was out the door
I remember so well that hurried wave
That left me believing she deserved so much more
She was working too hard and needed a break
And my failure to give it simply broke her heart
I had vowed that there were changes I was going to make
But promises hardly kept us from drifting apart
When the news of the car crash came to my door
All the pain and heartbreak bore me down
With a shattered heart I lay on the floor
And wept till my tears had soaked the ground
Such anguish and loss I can hardly explain
We were cast adrift on an ocean of grief
My son's each tried to deal with their pain
But for none was found any sign of relief
Now the years have gone yet time's stood still
For a family who has lost so much
My sons have grown and their steadfast will
Is evidence of their mother's gentle touch
And though we're doing fine in many ways
With all my heart I would love to do
Just for a moment to see her and touch her face
And tell her one last time "I LOVE YOU"
Who bewail the demise of one so dear
Like the epicentre of a quake that's shaken the ground
Can't believe she's gone who was once so near
So much joy in the home when we rose this morning
To the usual bustle of breakfast being prepared
As she hurried us along for day was dawning
She made sure that each of her boys was fed
And then with commands to each she gave
She grabbed her bag and was out the door
I remember so well that hurried wave
That left me believing she deserved so much more
She was working too hard and needed a break
And my failure to give it simply broke her heart
I had vowed that there were changes I was going to make
But promises hardly kept us from drifting apart
When the news of the car crash came to my door
All the pain and heartbreak bore me down
With a shattered heart I lay on the floor
And wept till my tears had soaked the ground
Such anguish and loss I can hardly explain
We were cast adrift on an ocean of grief
My son's each tried to deal with their pain
But for none was found any sign of relief
Now the years have gone yet time's stood still
For a family who has lost so much
My sons have grown and their steadfast will
Is evidence of their mother's gentle touch
And though we're doing fine in many ways
With all my heart I would love to do
Just for a moment to see her and touch her face
And tell her one last time "I LOVE YOU"
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this poem at a time when a dear friend had lost his wife in a tragic accident.I saw how much he grieved for her and it broke my heart. I chose to write
This poem in a feeble effort to express, in some small way, my condolences
And an empathic understanding of what he might be going through.
In Only Seven Days (Queen)
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday I saw here down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday my luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
I wish Friday could last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday
Ooh so sad alone
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday I saw here down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday my luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
I wish Friday could last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday
Ooh so sad alone
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
These lyrics are perfect for describe a relationship, don't you think ?LOVE WINS ALL THE FIGHT
Love won't let you sleep in the night
Love will never give you time for see the things in bright
And you give your promises that every things gonna be all right
But you don't care, 'couse you want your baby tonight
Love can take your heart in the space
Yes, love can make you win the race
Love can make you discover your face
Yes, Love can take your heart in the space
Becaouse love wins all the fight !
Rain showers erase the rest of your lovers
You don't need every thing exept your baby
You won't love anyone, but just your lady
Yes, Love can bring you near the Sun !
Love can take your heart in the space
Yes, love can make you win the race
Love can make you discover your face
Yes, Love can take your heart in the space
Becaouse love wins all the fight !
Love will never give you time for see the things in bright
And you give your promises that every things gonna be all right
But you don't care, 'couse you want your baby tonight
Love can take your heart in the space
Yes, love can make you win the race
Love can make you discover your face
Yes, Love can take your heart in the space
Becaouse love wins all the fight !
Rain showers erase the rest of your lovers
You don't need every thing exept your baby
You won't love anyone, but just your lady
Yes, Love can bring you near the Sun !
Love can take your heart in the space
Yes, love can make you win the race
Love can make you discover your face
Yes, Love can take your heart in the space
Becaouse love wins all the fight !
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
After a storm there is always good weather, so also in love, after a fight the love wins
land of angels
I know you know
I will always love you
kiss me hold me
show me that you love me
save me take me
To the land of angels
I will always love you
kiss me hold me
show me that you love me
save me take me
To the land of angels
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
It's just a song/poem I wrote to no one in particular about love.
Everything is so conditional
Everything in this world is so conditional:
Moment of wanderings and offenses.
I will tell you laconically.
That in life there is on all a limit:
Friends, enemies, treason, jealousy,
I loved not enough,
I caressed not enough
And value has all the.
Life - not a cheerful carnival:
In her there is both a poverty, and a despair,
Hope that lives in soul,
And fantasy dreams,
And even creative flight.
Treachery and insults.
What can be even more terrible?
Both pain, and grief, and pleasures,
Well, and Lyubov that is stronger than all.
But if all truth is conditional,
answer how to people to live?
I will tell you tak:-"You breathe exactly
Also continue to love life!"
Moment of wanderings and offenses.
I will tell you laconically.
That in life there is on all a limit:
Friends, enemies, treason, jealousy,
I loved not enough,
I caressed not enough
And value has all the.
Life - not a cheerful carnival:
In her there is both a poverty, and a despair,
Hope that lives in soul,
And fantasy dreams,
And even creative flight.
Treachery and insults.
What can be even more terrible?
Both pain, and grief, and pleasures,
Well, and Lyubov that is stronger than all.
But if all truth is conditional,
answer how to people to live?
I will tell you tak:-"You breathe exactly
Also continue to love life!"
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Posted: Aug 2017
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Love's abyss
Within the island of your dream
a spent sailor
washed on the sands
of love's archipelago
the mannequin of your delight
rock me as the vines
that grow unkempt
in the theater of the night
a spent sailor
washed on the sands
of love's archipelago
the mannequin of your delight
rock me as the vines
that grow unkempt
in the theater of the night
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
ah to be blown away, hopelessly in the abyss, one day for all of us... ;)Burger King
Burger King
Has come to our town
I used to go to the one in Dubuque back in the 90's
I would get the Whopper Jr., small fries, and a small Mello Yello
2.22
I upgraded to a large on Tuesday, August 15
6.90
Quite a difference 21 years makes
ding fries are done
I gotta run
I work at Burger King
Making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Don't touch the fries in hot fat
It really hurts bad
And so do skin grafts
Wait for the bell
Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell?
Ding fries are done!
Has come to our town
I used to go to the one in Dubuque back in the 90's
I would get the Whopper Jr., small fries, and a small Mello Yello
2.22
I upgraded to a large on Tuesday, August 15
6.90
Quite a difference 21 years makes
ding fries are done
I gotta run
I work at Burger King
Making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Don't touch the fries in hot fat
It really hurts bad
And so do skin grafts
Wait for the bell
Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell?
Ding fries are done!
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
I am pretty happy about a Burger King coming to our town of about 11,000. The last part is from Family Guy.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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