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Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stake
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
Broken Bonds of painShattered and broken forever moreBroken Bonds of pain8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She falls lifeless to the floor
Tears still forming from her eyes
The pain is over here she lies
No one will look, no one will care
No one will notice when she's not there
The blood falls from her face,joining the tears
That one single bullet ends all of her fears
the darknessfor all you children with lives hard to copethe darkness8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when ever comes pain there'll always come hope
with hearts filled with horror, hearts filled with freight
at the end of the tunnel there'll always be light
the Darkness feeds upon your deepest fear
I write this poem for all to hear
prepare yourself, for the truth is spread
the pain is made from the thoughts in your head
the dark corners of your soul make up your own hell
for we speak our own thoughts, we build our own cell
so I say this farewell, please comment upon thee
my ending words: Bless and Blessed Be!
a poem of truthFor attractive lips , speak words of kindness...a poem of truth8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For lovely eyes , seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure , share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair , let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise , walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone...
People, even more than things, have to be restored,
renewed, revived, reclaimed,and redeemed;
never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older,you will discover that you have two hands;
one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.
the poor little girlthe poor little girl whose always been weakthe poor little girl8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the poor little girl whose heart always bleeds
the poor little girl whose trapped with no key
the poor little girl who'll ne'er be free
the poor little girl torn in pieces of three
the poor little girl here she stands, she me!
We children of the warDarkness fills our eyesWe children of the war7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everything around us dies
Our hands are soaked in blood
Earth drowns in this hateful red flood
We children cry our hopeless tears
All alone, living our fears
There was nothing we could do
Except ask ourselves what has the world come to?
The bombs were dropped, shots were fired
Now were sad, alone, and tired
Tired of death tired of pain
Tired of being alone in the rain
PainLoneliness is such pain...It tears at my soul and pierces my heartPain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot stop it, I cannot calm it
As I would a frightened creature
All I can do is be overwhelmed with this emotion and many more that create a maelstrom in my heart
There's no one there...
I'm alone, no one understands me
No one's there...
I try hard to hide my feelings from my friends, my family
Because I can't convey this feeling to others, no one understands...
I wish I had someone here, someone to understand, to love and cherish me, as they would anyone else, as I would them...But it is not so
So I quietly deal with this as it builds and builds, unknown as when it will explode or on who
All I can do is drown myself in music and homework as I wait for this pain to leave me
Wish....Wish I wasn't aloneWish....8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish I had someone to call my own
Wish I didn't hurt so bad
Wish I didn't feel so sad
Wish I didn't lack the skill
Wish I had the will
Wish I could fly away
Wish I didn't have to care about each day
Wish my heart wasn't breaking
Wish my soul could take the beating
A Poem for the WiccansBlessed are the witches who live their lives so pureA Poem for the Wiccans6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For hatred is a disease and let magic be the cure
We see with not just eyes, but also with our hearts
A gift we hand to others, as our paths begin to part
We have symbols and signs to show who we are
Like the moons, the cross, or the five-pointed star
LOVELove is wantedLOVE8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Love is needed
Love is a flower
The goddess once seeded
Love is found in the heart and soul
The only thing that keeps us whole
Love is an angel
An angle named Lust
We don't know why we need it
All we know is have it, we must