LivesThe world she never said was fair
comes back to prove my point
to everyone who comes around:
the world is out of joint
It's nothing I can take away;
take me away from it
the ever-burning, flaming spire
stuck in a pile of shit
Well do I know now indeed
the strife all of us face
but as The Animals said
"We gotta get of this place"
Just to be a cog again
in steamy, oily works
would do nothing to support
development of quirks
Won't your life be shared with me
as I have often dreamt?
I cannot rightly say the things
my heart screams, though they tempt
What gives us rights
to steal these lives
we prime their pumps and then
we leave them all to dry
Lives we mould to fit our bill
are naught but empty shells
and as they shatter on the ground
they now await fresh hells
The hell I see is just a pond,
the city reflects within
of stark gray scape above
I see no life, just tin.
YesterdayI recall the look you gave meYesterday5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When you said you were
"Tired of it all and ready
To move on without me"
Your words stabbed me through the heart
"It's something that has to be done"
But a single tear rolling off your cheek
Shows me the pain you feel,
but you're still pointing that gun
When you left me there for dead
I thought I'd never find my way back
The pain that rips right through me
Can't be compared to this crack
That divides my soul
It hurts to think that yesterday
I loved you, ooh I loved you
Now look what happened to us
We're nothing and never will be
ooh ooh I loved you
Yesterday, the sound of your voice
Was enough to light up my life
And now finger nails scrapping
Down a chalk board, sounds better
I miss the pictures on the wall and
Waking up to the smell of breakfast
And I almost miss the fights, maybe
It's better, this way
When you left me there for dead
A part of me left without a trace
But scars have started to form
To cover the wounds my heart replaced
It hurts to think t
Roses are Dead -poetry-Roses Are DeadRoses are Dead -poetry-6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
By: Adam M. Snow
Roses are dead and so am I
for what youve done you will die
I wont give up without a fight
when I spread my wings and begin to fly
for you will soon be one with the forever night sky.
When the time comes for me to soar
Ill be ready unlike before
when you open the door
you wont see me on the floor
I won't do this anymore.
Roses are dead but not for long
when I ring the dong
Ill know where I belong
for I will finally hear the heavenly song.
InsanityInsanityInsanity10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am plagued with a madness
Anger turns to pain
I am filled with a sadness
I cannot tame
My brain has gone dumb
Darkness has engulfed me
My senses have gone numb
Runs through these veins
Stuck in this profanity
Trapped in these chains
My Pen, My SwordI have always felt that my "pen is mightier than my sword"My Pen, My Sword5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This I believe to be true, for my pen is all that has saved you
Does it not show might to save a man,
More might than needed to take a life
My sword could strike you through any day,
But for now my pen shall take my pain and agony away
And for those of you who anger me
You shall live another day
So thank my pen everyday for being better than my sword
I just hope you realize that my pen is mighty with its words
And because of this life is your unique reward
For today I hath sheathed my sword
And traded my violence for simple words
For I will not leave my thoughts unheard<B>
Sit and WaitMy empty armsSit and Wait5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your soulful tears
Our heavy hearts
My pace has slowed
My feet have stopped
You continue on
Never looking back
My eyes so full of tears
Show none of the hurt
All they show is pride
That you'd outgrow me
When you did I would be ready
Rooted in place I wait
For the day you find your way
Back to where I am
You'll blow away the dust
To see what's left behind
Of the familiar things you knew
There amid the piles
I will lay
Waiting to see your face
To see all that's changed
All that's remained the same
You sort the piles
Display those things you're proud of
Smile your goofy smile
So I wait
Silent and still
Long since having lost my voice
Or my will to move
I've waited this long
What's a little longer
Who knows time
When time simply passes them by
You've lived and laughed
Loved and lost
I want to hear it all
I want to know it all
So I sit and wait
Thought.The town of Thought, was a place of fog, sprinkled in autumn leaves.Thought.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind always traveled below the mist, afraid to get lost in the trees.
The owls above kept watch overhead, perched on branches of black.
Any stranger dare enter the gates of the town, turn around and never look back.
For if one were to enter the town of Thought, they would find themselves stuck in a rut.
Many get kidnapped by the fog's vulture clutches, and the gates have a tendancy to shut.
To get lost in Thought amongst the laughing wind that tickles the leaves on the ground,
There was once one who did so, and the fog ventured to silence her cruntching foot steps of sound.
Her beauty so lovely, the fog felt an envy and let her tread upon nature's floor.
The fog had never loved one such as she, it felt the need to trap her in lore.
And it sang through the trees, and it spread out it's arms, and tap danced all about.
The beautiful dove; engulfed in the fog's song, became dizzy and could not get out.
In the Darkness of SpaceTears on the wallIn the Darkness of Space5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Control my soul.
Despise my heart,
I pour it all to you.
The needless controll,
Into the drain.
Molding into your own image.
Boiling into the break.
The words to say,
The pain to embrace,
Or is it to reject?
Feelings boiling up,
I am not the one!
Not your toy,
Not your slave,
And not you!
I am me,
No one to be controlled by,
Bushed by the wind alone.
Punished by my fate,
Controlled by lion's gate.
Screaming at the heart,
Soul of another one.
You have seen an image of who you wanted me to be,
Paying no attention to who I really am.
I am not that one.
Failure to become.
Tortured by your words,
Painted by lies.
Within temptation of the sun,
Heart living by the night.
Then you're looking down.
Let me be my own god!
My own creator,
I control my destiny,
Not by a shattered glass's past.
The mistakes are to be my own,
Not clouded by a safety b
Wish for PrivacyI live behind a locked door,Wish for Privacy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.