CryingCan I fight for you,my God?!Crying6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can I cry for you?! as my heart hurts as never
Cause my thoughts are nowhere but with You,
Cause I'm no one without You!
Let me serve You,lead me to You!
I've cried all night the day before,and
I'm crying this night too,begging You for forgiveness,
Show mercy on me,my God!
as my body hurts and the pain is terrible
take out the poisonous arrows from me,set me free,Lord!
Let me serve You,let me sing for You through the dark night
so that only You can hear my voice
and like a beautiful shining flower_my song will
Fly to You.
Your innocence is growing in me
God You illuminate my soul!
Oh,my God don't You forgive me? Don't You hear my voice?
Don't You cure the illness of my heart,that
I could pray for You even louder,call YOur name more often!
I'll be able to atone all my sins by walking towards You;
So You, My God,please be My Saviour Forever!
Poor Unfortunate SoulsI admit that, at the start, I was cool with itPoor Unfortunate Souls4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Twilight couldn't be as all bad as they'd say
Now that I've seen for myself,
I've kicked it off my shelf
Threw the whole kit and caboodle away
And I fortunately gained a little knowledge
At least that is one good thing to be possessed
It's so bad, it makes me laugh
Those guys are all riffraff
They're so miserable, whiny, and depressed
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
Bella only thinks of Edward
Jacob wants to get the girl
Do these guys need help?
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
You could never find a worse team
Of role models anywhere
Those guys need help
Yes, they do!
Now, it's happened once or twice
Some folks had to pay a price
I'm sad to say
Some fans have raked 'em across the coals
Meyer's had the odd complaint
But on the whole, she's like a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
There's Edward's looks
His pretty face
And don't underestimate
The power of his body language!
it is not enoughit is not enough just toit is not enough7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
miss you. i have to learn
how to walk again; how to
live without meat and
kissing, how to sleep
shaped like a balled up
fist. it is not enough
just to miss you. i have
to adopt twins in
Africa, name them Lost
and Weird, forget to
feed them. i have to
go to every pet store
in America and rescue
all the seahorses. i have
to tattoo D A R K B I R D
inside my lip and stand
in children's playgrounds
like a broken arm, creaking. it
is not enough just to miss
you. it has to hurt. i
have to write poems
that last forever, interpret
dreams about buildings
burning down, flies who
leave their partners for
sad New York waitresses. i
have to work on my
posture. shave my head, wear
white dresses. i have to
be a chaffinch when i curse
into my fingers. it is not
enough to just miss you. i
have to be a crazy
crocus-woman; my lovely
hand curled close around
your heart, a bud sealed
tightly, tightly, tightly...
The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.The old man in the park2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders, my friend
And I will hear the songs in my heart to the end.
So what need have I for these senses, I ask?
If they fail me, my memories shall rise to the task.”
The old dog by his side gives a soft little whine.
Licking his hand as if to tell him it is time.
He smiles and stands, shakes my hand for goodbye.
Then wanders off with a twink
Beautiful Old WintertideThe snowflakes fall and prance, blanketing the evenings black night,Beautiful Old Wintertide7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By morning, they will bring to childrens faces, pleasure with sheer delight.
Weeks to come and weeks will begin to shorten quicker and yet they will grow,
Sending smiles to young and old as they see the world blanketed with snow.
Though my heart yearns for these things, somehow they go astray,
Confuddled by the longings of what I remember from olden yesterdays.
I long for to dance in the bliss, to frolic and to truly remember,
For to recall those days past from yesteryears Decembers.
Times are passing us and we have somehow sadly have forgot,
What those memories and thoughts did so rightly taught.
Memories of warmth, of joy, of happiness, of even blessed tears,
Should ever be replaced by man or beast or nature through the years.
What I want for Christmas, it doesnt come in packages or strings,
It doesnt take knowledge or know a path to fly on its wings.
The belief that someone you loved d
Darkness falls across the landHiding from you, hearing your screams of terror tear me apart,Darkness falls across the land7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disturbed that this comes from the man who stole my heart.
You lied to me, telling me you really love me and did care,
What kind of fool was I to believe, only to be ensnared!?
It is inevitable that I must feel this monstrous pain,
No longer can I trust the race of man ever again.
Lucius, how could you?! I attest and feel this rage,
I cannot help but feel as though I am an animal in your cage.
What is next in the tale of the one named Lucinda the fair?
Is she to return back to your hellish, devils liar?
Alas, we are sorely mistake if either believes that I will return unto you,
For you have broken my heart, shattered it in two.
I am to return home back to the lands of Wiltshire fair,
When the countryside is lush and God knows I need the air.
Goodbye, Lucius, your secret will forever be with me,
Though I will grow older and look happy, I truly will never be free.
El sueno el que buscamosCrashing, flashing, neon splendor of reds and blues,El sueno el que buscamos7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how much will you look at them until you understand what they do?
I am falling, drowning, asking for some assistance for ease,
never asking for very much, always ending with a 'please.'
Why can't they let you be free so that I can hold you, dear?
Am I in some dark ambition to feed my soul to a darker fear?
I am ailing, I am failing to see what exactly will become,
assisting you soon for then we will both be undone.
Cleaved in two, through and through, until there is nothing left to do,
all I ever wanted was to help out and keep Death's grip away from you.
I cannot hold you, comfort you, tell you of how I wish I was near,
no matter how I explain it, truthfully, it will never quite be so clear.
I do not wish to hide myself from you but sometimes it feels I must,
so that I cannot harm you at all, for I do not want to break the trust.
Perhaps now Fate stands and mocks us as he has found his golden egg,
for where were once winning, now do
Emerald Green, Peace SereneEmerald Green, Peace Serene7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emerald green, peace serene,
Gone are your kind eyes, your gentle words meant much.
I miss the times we spent together, how much they did mean.
I know I can't have you back, but I long for your touch.
Taken from me when I know it was not meant to be,
God, I cry endlessly at night, praying that you may still be alive.
Twas at the hands of a sinner, that might have meant to kill me,
but all I see in dreams is how you fell gracefully into your deathly dive.
I think of you in heart, in my soul, but most of all, for you to still be mine,
Mother, dearest and brightest star of Vulcan, why did you have to go!?
I hear your voice singing to me, cradling me, the words say, 'Hine e hine,'
You surely must be free, not lonely, flying as a dove, to and fro.
I am older now, learning I must take upon myself your responsibility,
Please, mother, watch over me, keep me protected, in life and in dream.
I hope that I will lead our people to glory by following your kind civility.
I spoke it before and I say
In Pace Requiescat?Oh wounded warrior watch and see how thy lips do gleam,In Pace Requiescat?7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with a substance of crimson stains it no, this be not a dream.
Bullets pierced your body, thy life now coming to an end,
how foolish hast thou been, for you denied your savior who only wanted to be your friend.
She fought to save you after all you did of unspeakable wrong,
though you never likely thought it, she wanted you to simply belong.
Your reign of terror ended this very day so no longer will we dread,
for you will soon pass from the land of the living into the dead.
Dost thou see angels arriving at thy door?
Knocking, entering, these angels to haunt you evermore.
Didst I say angels? It is not what I mean, so well . . .
these are not Holy ones, these are the fallen ones, like you, the ones from Hell.
Ashes to ashes, dust, yea unto the very dust,
heartbroken is she, the one who in you didst put the trust.
Born from the womb, most likely I suppose, at a terrible berth,
fare thee well, hell-bent hound, thou shalt
...prays in his distress...prays in his distress7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the darkness hiding within you, inside the royal blood,
terrorizing you, whispering things that make you want to run.
Clasping your very heart which I will soon cause to fear,
for then will I snatch those to which you hold so dear.
Our worlds were met by the other not too long ago,
how I was disgusted on learning that you did not have control.
Empress am I and you are so very sickeningly meek,
strong and mighty am I also while thou art weak.
My family controls with an iron fist, this is true,
however, you take orders, letting others take advantage of you.
Why would you not want to be a queen, later Empress then?
Controlling those pitiful and desolate creatures, putting their lives to an end?
. . . LEAVE ME ALONE! I WISH NOT TO HAVE
THESE THINGS YOU WANT IT WOULD DRIVE ME MAD!
I am humble from the life's lessons I have truly learned,
do not sway me! I will not and refuse to be turned!
My life's work has been only for humanity's best,
for glory, it has never been for g
Save me from the dark, Lucy...No longer do I wish to see red when I am with you dear,Save me from the dark, Lucy...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you knew really what I was, would it cause your heart fill with fear?
A dishonest man to you have I become,
know this my dearest Lucy, with each of us together, we really do belong.
My tools of instantaneous expiration are swiftly quick,
for with one stroke, blood will spill from the little nick.
Death and darkness plagues my very soul,
but I know with you, I surely must learn total control.
For if I were to butcher you as I did with those women of ill repute,
I'd mourn the life of a heavenly angel that I verily took.
I must tell you, Lucy, I really must say. . .
Well. . .maybe tomorrow or. . .another day.
His Glory ResoundsThought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory:His Glory Resounds5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning.
It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death.
Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age?
Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage?
Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies,
for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies.
I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought to,
because your heart has always remained faithful even when I know I haven't been true.
Thanks are never enough, but you accept them in any and all forms that I may speak,
You held me then and even now, in this hour, when I feel used and most weak.
You are adored by your creation, loved endlessly for you see me for what I am,
I am your altar for worship,
DownfallDownfall8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
HanamiI sit up alone at night and reflect back on what we shared,Hanami7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
life remains torture without you, sakura, leaving my soul bared.
Watching you fall in love again, seeing your face light up with a smile,
it breaks me deeply within, but yet I still bathe in it for a long while.
My damned selfish pride always seems to do me in,
how am I though so fortunate still to be called 'friend.'
Would you still come with me, that is, if we took flight
into the air in an authentic chopper, like we did one late night?
Am I being foolish, sweet Bellina, am I asking for far too much?
Is my hearty yearning still for your simple, yet gentle touch?
Oh God, maybe I truly am in still a state of utter denial!
Perhaps I should secure my soul and hide it into a vial.
So many tears have fallen no doubt since that day,
Please know that it's not your fault, Bellina, when I went away.
Happiness emits from you for anyone that you shall meet,
like some sweet ambrosial nectar, you are truly a pleasing treat.
AlptraumeMy body tenses, I cannot fall asleep,Alptraume7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but rest I need desperately lest I grow weak.
Yet I am plagued by nightmares about you,
unable to rescue your life when I try to do.
My emerald eyes look upon your carefree face,
I wish my family (aside Mother) would not see you as a disgrace.
Taking your calming hand, you softly do squeeze mine,
if everyone would leave us be, we would be fine.
Tormented once more, plagued by the Alpträume again,
GET out of my head! -- I wish not to bear this sinister dread!
I awoke myself with an unheard (by all) scream,
and then told myself it had been nothing more than a dream.
No mercy no more. . .From my alabaster skin I feel wings spurting from my back,No mercy no more. . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ready to shield me from your death-blowing, hellish attack.
Blood trickles, falling slowly, staining something of me that should be pure,
I cry out in agony, wondering if I will be able to live and endure?
When they are finally formed, I see them and notice they are of a silver hue,
much more different than the crimson ones that belong solely unto you.
My heart is still driven and sorely wishes to believe that what you are is not true,
but I know if I continue to believe this, there is more damage that I know you will do.
Your blade of death twinkles in the very sight and in eve of moonlight,
sending those you prey before they die into a frenzy of fright.
Lucius, I am not the one who left for you to eventually die,
how come then, am I to be your latest one of victims, why, oh why?
Leave those who I care about out of our sorrid affair, pray tell,
for they have no bearing of our version of what we call Hell.
I will defeat you and