A Taste Of HeavenI know him,his struggle, his pain.A Taste Of Heaven1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The torture he endures in his brain.
There's a battle in his mind,
leaving him no place to hide,
So slowly he disappears, he fades,
and I'm left with the promises he made.
And now he's in heaven, like a dream,
his mind is quiet, no more silent screams.
But his happiness is tricky, i fear he's wrong,
cause the devils been in his head all along,
what is worse than a personal hell?
A taste of freedom before your eternal jail.
I'll still be there, when it all falls apart,
Picking up the broken pieces of his tired heart.
Does he realize t's a demon of his own creation?
fueled by self-loathing, a lifetime of frustration.
The darkness in him overpowers the light,
and I know that, again, he has lost the fight.
I hang on to my hope, maybe one day he will win,
I pray that he finds the strength to be my hero again.
Be strong, I want to scream, hold onto the light,
but it's useless, I see it's the same old fight.
The darkness in him is strong, but th
Not ThereBreak me till I'm broken beyond the point of repair,Not There9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fear is everywhere
Crack me till I shatter...
But fear is the destination
I'm bending, I'm not broken
My resolve the latter.
I wish to find solace
I'm trying to find the pieces
Bent and broken
Save the last breath at least
Crimson in my turmoil
Blackened by despair
I'm bent, not broken
You can't take what isn't there
Lace my words with hope.Being lonely has its perks.Lace my words with hope.45 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I always had a friend a thought away.
I always had magic to cleanse the wounds, inside and out.
I always had the imagination that made my days glow.
Being broken has its peaks.
I was able to hold someone who was distraught, and look like I was firmly in the ground.
I was able to say it was okay, and mean it.
I was able to glue others back together like they were unable to me.
I was able to hand over some of my fragmented pieces.
Being myself has its positives..
and it mainly begins with the sentence,
"I love you."
I Don't Care AnymoreThe ones that hurt the mostI Don't Care Anymore4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are the ones that show the least
How does it feel to win?
When everyone else has lost everything
How’s it feel to shout your hatred?
Telling everyone that they’re loved
I’ll tell you right now, everyone is different
But we all hurt the same
My voice may be silenced
But my words still scream
I may have been raised in the light
But all I know is the night
Hate me if you want
I won’t give what you need
How can you expect sympathy
When all you have is apathy
A slice of hellI was severed from you to taste a slice of hell in my soulA slice of hell6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And being left for the wolves turned me black as charcoal
My eyes dimmed and windows do tell when a room is only an empty shell
Every step I made was harder than it should be
I think I'd scream if I had the life in me
And hatred like lava ran through my veins
I wondered if I'd ever break out of these chains
This is never what I wanted to be
A monster of an entity
Doll Hanged on MobileNot only hung - but also hanged -Doll Hanged on Mobile7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Above the crib as mother sang.
Little doll's neck in a noose,
An eyeball sagging with threads loose.
Shoes are torn, but never worn,
Weathered, however, not from storm.
Cloth arms dangle, mangled hands,
Fingers missing, crippled wrists,
Frayed elbows, faded lips,
Straggled hair (of what is left),
The mobile doll fades until her death.
Good Dogs Never DieI know you think you're killing me,Good Dogs Never Die12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I guess in a sense you are.
And I know that this is the last ride
I'll ever take in your car.
I'm not strong enough to put my face in the window
Or stick my tongue out in the air,
But this ride's just as good as any
Because I see you sitting there.
We pull into the parking lot,
You carry me inside,
And you think my shaking is my fear
And that I want to hide.
But my shaking is just natural,
I'm getting old you know.
My bones are very brittle,
And master, it's time I go.
You put me on the table
And I lick your hand once more,
I wag my tail quite calmly
As your tears fall on the floor.
Don't worry master, I want to say,
I know I'm gonna die.
But you're with me, and I'm here with you
Please, there's no need to cry.
You say "Goodbye, such a good dog...
Always so brave, and curious, and smart..."
Oh master, I'm not leaving you.
I'll always be in your heart.
Don't worry about me, master,
I think as my eyes close for the last time,
I've taught you all th
Poem - Life ExposedLife ExposedPoem - Life Exposed14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 86 - 20141218
My emotions stir.
More than I can declare.
Sometimes the passion
Is more than I can bear.
Do I seem high to you?
It is not any drugs.
Only life’s burning rage
flowing through my body.
I cannot just sit still.
I cannot stay focused.
Pardon me if I laugh
when no joke has been told.
My speech patterns will change.
I cannot resist to sing.
If this does satisfy,
I may have to just scream.
A physical act,
will bleed off some tension.
I need to dance or run!
I may become unglued.
Work and world will witness
my wild transformation:
Why does this not happen
to you my dear friend?
Do I feel life too much,
or do you just pretend?
This is how I live life.
It is who I am now.
Please accept my passion,
life lived fully exposed.
© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
TryingI'm trying. I'm tryingTrying16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to tear down this wall.
I don't even know who built it.
I'm dying. I'm dying
to see you again.
It's there in your eyes: you feel it.
I'm crying. I'm crying
your name in the dark,
but it never escapes my mind.
I'm trying. I'm trying,
to just keep moving,
but I don't want to leave you behind.
TrepidationDarkness from east to west;Trepidation16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your only choice:
what death is best?
2:44 AMBack for good,2:44 AM22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like you knew I would,
My heart is still broken,
But I have awoken,
Sad as ever,
Through this hopeless endeavor,
Stronger than before blood on the floor,
I've missed your face,
I've been a disgrace,
Leaving you with him,
Hitting you like a heavy bag at the gym,
I broke I'm sorry,
I didn't want you to worry,
So I went away,
What more can I say?
I figured letting you go was best,
But now you're in the hospital laid to rest,
2:44 am your heart stopped,
2:44 am my life stopped,
My tears slam the ground,
There is darkness all around,
Blood hits the floor while my head slams the door,
I wanna die too can I please?
Pull the trigger save me from this disease.
I'm SorryI’m sorry I couldn’t save youI'm Sorry3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I promise that I tried.
But no matter what I did,
You still committed suicide.
I’m sorry your pain was so great,
And I’m sorry you couldn’t breathe
But understand I didn’t understand
And here I sit. And here I grieve.
I guess I could try to understand
The pain that you went through…
So that’s I cut my wrists
And no one even knew.
I slit my wrists
And cut my thighs
I emptied bottle after bottle
I just wanted to feel alright.
I held a blade in my mouth
On the center of my tongue,
I had a talk with you and everyone else
You weren’t the only one.
When I looked into your lifeless eyes
I saw my hopes and dreams.
I wanted to be JUST. LIKE. YOU!
What does that even mean?
I don’t wanna live
I don’t wanna fly
I don’t wanna breathe
Without you by my side.
So just know that when you died
You made my lips turn blue
Now my heart’s not beating…
And I’m sorry I’m suicidal too.
Soul For SellSoul for sell, soul for sellSoul For Sell10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Anyone want this soul for sell?
But hey, it's still kickin'
And it's free
Anyone want it?
I've grown tired
Of it, how it
Makes me feel
No need to steal now
As I've been sayin'
No strings attached, I guarantee
Just...take this soul..from me
GedankenTief in GedankenGedanken11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
versunken in einer Welt,
die keiner kennt
außer dir selbst.
In deinen Gedanken
kannst du alles was du willst,
es gibt keine Schranken
und niemand der dich hält.
Doch diese Gedanken
rauben dir den Verstand.
Sie lassen dich versinken
und halten dich gefangen.
Willst du dich befreien
oder lieber bleiben?
Niemand kann dir helfen
und den Weg dir weisen.
The Gift of Magic and the Curse of YouthIce Hart broke time's wings.The Gift of Magic and the Curse of Youth12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With her ability to use magic of snow,
her young body froze; to its outside age it clings.
Her face will never wrinkle. Her back will never bow.
Outside, she will be young forever.
Her appearance defies the flying time.
It is a pleasure to be like that? Never.
Foolish man who asks for undying youth! It is more sour than the sourest lime!
You look young and healty, no help for you when inside you are ill.
You only die inside while your friends grow, fourish and wither. Truly, if you have life-long youth, your cup of sorrows is mostly filled.
ElicitingWhat if I told you I have five days leftEliciting13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I can't tell you why, it's where reasons bereft.
Only five days, now approaching on four
not much has been said but I hoped for more.
Down to three and it's getting slightly cold
I will ever be sorry, for the moment I was bold.
Easily divided for now it is two
to each its own, that much is true.
What if I told you that this is the day
no more colours not even grey.
If only I had told you I was given merely five
maybe in those I would have felt the most alive.
A Foreign MeIt was under the big blue sky,A Foreign Me18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rich with little single blue eyes,
In that ancient unique city,
You took my heart away from me.
Maybe you saw a foreign girl,
From another part of the world,
And thought, what a funny dress,
Or maybe you could see even less,
Hey, I could only make a guess.
You tried making small talk,
Being friendly, walking the talk,
But dear, I could hardly speak,
Nodding quietly, my knees went weak.
Avoiding you whenever I can,
Chances to talk came and went,
But you must be too busy to notice,
Why would you care for a girl like this?
If, however, you do see me,
Then look at me very properly,
A smart girl with a fierce passion,
Although somewhat lacking in the fashion section.
Talkative more than you think you know,
Even funny, at least some people think so,
And make proper talk like a real lady,
Not the giggling creature I appear to be.
Wandeling langs die seeDie maanlig skyn helder op die strand,Wandeling langs die see10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flikkerinde vuurvliegies hand-aan-hand,
en hoë wolke wat oor die horison strek,
waar die sterlig nag vir my sê ,,Hier is ek''.
Die gedruis in my ore van die see se golwe
en die eensaamheid kreun soos wolwe,
soos die donker my omvou in hartseer en smart,
in alleenheid en stukke lê my hart.
Die son kom op, die blydskap is dag.
Daar waar liefde en vrede vir ons almal kan wag.
Waarna my hart begeer, om vir 'n oomblik te lag.
Die son sal sak, hou hoop deur die nag.
Helder skyn die maan op die strand
en flikkerinde vuurvliegies loop hand-aan-hand.
Renaissance - TEXT VERSIONThe night strung highRenaissance - TEXT VERSION19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On one’s empty vibe
So let it be, quiet and clear,
To perceive another dead career?
We reached heights and so it was,
But the feeling never paused
A fleeting emotion in a caressed place
Ridiculed and thrown by disgrace.
There was a final thing to say
Or I could’ve just decayed
Slowly risen from support
And yet, lingering athwart
Round and round like a merry-go-round
As I pondered about, freely aloud
What business trickles humanly still?
Perhaps my mind lingered still?
Brushing a tide over and over
It sounds like another makeover
Gazing the nightly ocean with the moon
Whilst chasing the flight of ideas
Play a game like cat and mouse
You’re still in for a pounce
You’ve torn me apart, piece by piece
Until my emotions finally deceased
You’ve casted an emotion far greater than that
Honestly, it speaks so much louder than words
So, what? Is it easier than a chat?
Perhaps it’s best if we glide like birds.
Bias HeartCan anyone see what is happening?Bias Heart20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can they see me scraping the ground again?
Clawing at things I was imagining
Fresh wounds touch my skin, my face writhed with pain
Silent screams slitting dreams I once held dear
Glancing up, watching you fly over me
I realized what it was that I feared
Something deep inside, a prayer, a plea
Begging someone to take me far away
To rinse off the ashes, clean off the dirt
But rather than caring for this lost stray
It is their bitter gaze that they avert
Agony only hinders empathy
And the single minded always go home
I will sit distorted with apathy
Slowly dying with my thoughts left to roam
I look back on this life I tried to live
Trying to hand out love to those I hate
My dying soul is trying to forgive
But with my last breath I still hesitate
Old habits die hard with a bias heart
But even in death, there is a new start