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Moonlight A spherical gem I caught you there and then Under the pale gem Fair skin pale Looking beyond your veil Not knowing where and when When the night will end Night owl calling again Moonlight Misty wistful dew Upon your pale cheeks Only two Like dewdrops they flew Like wind making flowers go awry Your eyes blue as sky Beyond the veil and pale skin fair I saw what lied left for me there A room desolate and bare Knowing life is not fair My heart began to weather and tear Moonlight You faded like new dawn My tears like dew on the lawn I knew you were gone Shaking like a newborn fawn So raw and not wanting to be real At the same time not knowing how I feel I began to keel Kneeling down Like an angel I put my arm round My invisible wing shielding Seeing the leftover tablets Like loose fragments of thread My neverending dread Realizing life is like a thread So easily cut and undone But one day you said we would be one The moonlight carries your whisper Your last words Your last smile Your last shine Moonlight He was like moonlight
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Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for another. I will never blossom to my full potential or feel the tears of joy from the families who've gained a new life. I will never feel the pain of a child stepping on me or the wind that so graciously brought me to this very spot. I will feel nothing outside of this lonely shell ever and I can't handle the idea of never experiencing anything. Even if I am a little weed in this world full of roses and daisies I must know what its like to be picked, looked at and cherished even if its only for a few seconds. Because I am a flower and despite what I may become I was made to grow. I think my roots jut took to the dirt.
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Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for another. I will never blossom to my full potential or feel the tears of joy from the families who've gained a new life. I will never feel the pain of a child stepping on me or the wind that so graciously brought me to this very spot. I will feel nothing outside of this lonely shell ever and I can't handle the idea of never experiencing anything. Even if I am a little weed in this world full of roses and daisies I must know what its like to be picked, looked at and cherished even if its only for a few seconds. Because I am a flower and despite what I may become I was made to grow. I think my roots jut took to the dirt.
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Goodbye mom, Goodbye dad. Please don't blame yourself, And don't be sad. Goodbye sister, Goodbye brother. Please be good, For mother and father. Goodbye lover, Goodbye friends. Please don't forget, All the time we had spent. Goodbye teachers, Goodbye bully. Please move on, Though you may not remember me. Goodbye everyone, My time is near. Goodbye world, My time is here.
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Is the pain, the agony, not enough? There is nothing else, it doesn't add up. My heart ached for years, I shed all your tears. Yet is there something more that you need? Do you want my poor, trembling body to bleed? Is there anything here now, that could have enough power? I cannot die anymore now, I am dead. Isn't this enough to soothe your aching head? Can you not see, what you have done to me? Is there nothing else that could bring you a smile, than torturing a broken and helpless child? Will there ever be a day, that you will turn away? Will you ever see what your own hands have done, will you ever want your atonement to come? There cannot be anything else, there is nothing left to be felt. Can i not go to be free with the air, or at least die where i am wanted there? What more do you see, that you can take from me? ***ALL MY WORKS ARE PUBLISHED AND UNDER COPYRIGHT*** This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content (i.e fanfics, teasers and content within blogs, social networks and eReaders). Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE OF MY POETRY Go here--> http://www.wattpad.com/story/740802-my-poems
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Days of distance in a year Decade grim with drawing near In the line they were a gift He called the swifter dawn his fear But only then would he take flight The bloody rise of sky's so clear The red he prayed was not his own He called the swifter dawn his fear And he's been torn, and he's been sewn He had no reason to be told But once the raven called him out He thought it might as well be shown If all is good and all is gold, Where's the heart he had to hold? Desperation of the fate Exhaustion of the young and old And now it's found to be to late And he's nobody to console... And as the final sun had died And as the final set was near He knew it wasn't final then He called the swifter dawn his fear ------------------------------------------------------------------------- yosiejosie
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You're not coming home, And I'm trapped here Torn between life and death, I stay because you left me Dangling from that rope, I can't go down there anymore. I don't even feel alive, Of course you don't either. Swimming in the claret water, It's the only way to stay alive. The razor's edge is my paddle, Living on borrowed time. I'm still here because you left me, Why couldn't it be me instead?
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Breaking down these walls Opening myself once again I never knew that this would Take so much from me, oh well Is it really for the best? If it's not, then tell me now, Because I'm oh so afraid With my heart unsteady And with me naked, bare, Vulnerable to you. I can used, abused. Anything to me, you can do Eyes starting to open. Dark leaving as light leaks in. Limbs stretching, trying to adjust. Is this enough for you Having me naked, bare Vulnerable to you? Having me frightened, unsure, How do I know that I can even Trust you?
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once told a story of love and lust departures the fathoms of ones soul.
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My heart pounds And I know how it sounds It's so damn cheesy But, please, know this isn't easy I wish to express how I feel Even though you believe it to not be real When you smile, I inside I melt I can't even explain how your kiss felt I feel that the greatest composers would frown Because their music isn't as wonderful as your voice sounds I know I'm just some silly girl But you really do mean the whole world I just really would like to hold your hand You're so exciting, and I know I'm bland But when I say I care about you Well, I seriously do
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As I lay in the cold,lonely,black darkness I think to myself 'What did I ever do to deserve this?' My heart is shattered my life is ruined and my wrist are bleeding I watch as my dark red blood pours out onto my skin I smile as tear stream down my face And now I go,fading into blackness and my world starts spinning I am slowly slipping away from this nightmare
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This Will Not Be It by Joshie B. (Verse1) I MISS YOU I LOVE YOU I WANT YOU I NEED YOU)X4) NOW!!!(gtr) DO YOU WISH YOU WERE HERE WITH ME? CUS I WISH I WAS THERE WITH YOU. DO YOU WISH YOU WERE KISSING ME? CUS I WISH I WAS KISSING YOU. DO YOU WISH YOU WERE NEXT TO ME? CUS I WISH I WAS NEXT TO YOU. DO YOU WISH YOU WERE HERE WITH ME? CUS I WISH I WAS NEXT, TO, YOU! (prechorus) NO ONE KNOWS HOW FAR I'VE GONE TO KEEP YOU HERE WITH ME. ALL ALONG WE'VE HAD IT ALL, BUT SOMETHING IS MISSING. (chorus) I wonder if i could, keep you here with me. please don't ever leave. I wonder, if you could. stay right here with me, please baby. I promised this will not be it, but i can't live forever. I'll show you all the best of it, and we'll never leave eachother. (gtr) OH!(Verse2) THIS WILL NOT BE IT, I PROMISE YOU THIS! THIS WILL NOT BE IT, AND I DON'T BREAK PROMISES! I SWORE I'D LOVE YOU AS LONG AS YOU LOVE BACK. i couldn't quit this, I'M ADDITCTED TO THAT! (prechorus) (chorus)(gtr) DON'T YOU, LEAVE ME, I KNOW, BABY! IT'S HARD ON YOUR OWN BUT NOW YOUR NOT ALONE!(X2) (CHORUSX2)
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A WORD FOR HEARTBREAK by Joshie B. (intro) I LOVE YOU! (verse1) SO MANY THINGS GONE WRONG, NOT SURE IF IVE HAD ENOUGH. NOBODY'S GONNA CALL MY NAME, IN MY MIND I CANT STAY SANE. OH!. YOU'RE SO LYING, I CAN NOT FIND IT! IT'S SO EMPTY! (prechorus) When or where we fall, i will call your name. (chorus) That's when i look in your eyes and i see my face. All i am trying to do is find my place. So I'll walk through these woods with a knife in my heart, And I'll call on your name till it tears me apart. (verse2) OH! I'M TRYING TO ESCAPE, I WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE! THE TIME IS WINDING DOWN TODAY! ALL AROUND ME EVERYTHING SHATTERS AND I WILL WALK ON THE GLASS! (prechorus) When or where we fall, I will call your name. (chorus) That's when i look in your eyes and i see my face, All i am trying to do is find my place. So I'll walk through these woods with a knife in my heart. Adn I'll call on your name till it tears me apart (verse3) I thought you loved me, but it's a lie, just another heartbreak, to pass the time. Untie me from the stairs, drag me out into this wilderness i crawl through, I'm so afraid of losing you (prechorus) (chorusx2) (prechorus) I will call your name(x3)!
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Meaning... Tis' the thing Ive always searched for, but never have I found. Inner peace, I would die for, yet breathing am I now. A theory? Maybe. A hope? Absolutely. I keep on searching on, despite the fear that courses through me. "What if this longing is but a hope, an illusion, what then? Should my search continue on, though my endurance wears ever thin?" Is hope a comfort in itself? To love and be loved, is this where inner peace is found? Possibly so, if any humans' love is sound. Are we capable of love? If so, then why hate? The paradox is obvious, observe our human race. Survival of the fittest, push the weak and poor aside. Every man for himself, where is our dignity and pride? We fight like animals "Man is but a beast" Where is the civilized man? Did he even exist? He must have, where did the good come from? They say good always wins in the end, but will goodness last long enough? But I will ever cling to the hope, that mankind can still be saved. We have not sunk into total insanity, nor yielded to obvious depravity, At least I hope not. Have we? We have dug our graves eagerly, not aware of what it is. Not aware that sudden death strikes, during what we consider bliss. If one can actually call that happiness, everything, and an empty soul. Instead of keeping things that last, for conveniences sake they're sold. Assuming that things done for me, would bring me inner peace, has left me lacking nothing. Nothing, except for me. So I'll journey torwards redemption, in a state of "controlled" careening. Hoping to catch ahold of something actually worth keeping. Grasping at whats missing, eyes open barely seeing. Grasping at lost innocence, grasping for some meaning. Grasping for an absolute, something to place my faith in. At the end of my rope... God, save me. Hi people, Newbie here, and this is my poem. Tell me if you like it.
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The broken wings that brought her down, shine in the dark as she whimpers the sounds. Noises that mean she's doing it again, her secret rivers that form on her skin. Wipe it away, because she's starting to taste the shame brought on by what she wishes she could erase. She just wants a window, something that screams, 'there's more to this world than just the pain it seems.' Suffocating. She's dying inside, every time there's a new red scar to hide. Her broken halo is beyond repair, but whoever said she wanted it there? She belongs to the fallen, overturned crosses. Abominations and broken losses. Her wings may be broken but she flies so high, best friends with the metal that owns her life. But, what is "alive" when it's just the property of something with the power to steal it like a robbery? Nothing is the answer. Nothing at all. She flew too high so she was doomed to fall. Screaming the silence that means the dead, They wander what went on in her head. A shame she left an unfinished journey, a tortured pain angel, condemned for eternity.
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A cool pic I found.© No Rights
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All poetry is the intellectual and literary property of Christopher Marnati, Copyright hereforth under international statutes. First poem. Let me know what you all think? thanks. "Grey" This life, It’s black and white. The pretty, the bad, The good, ugly, Dark but light, Day and night, A rainbow monochromatic, A billion shades, It’s black and white, This life…
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Under my skin, I have a dirty little secret hiding under my skin. Inbetween the meat, Clinging to my bones I have a demonic little lie That nobody knows. It sits and waits While I contemplate All the twisted little feelings I harbor for you. Tight like a noose Sick just for you. I feel it Crawling under my skin, Bitter-sweet like sin. I feel it in my bones, Losing control As it seeps into my soul. This dirty little secret I've got hidden from you. It drives me insane A little secret pain. I feel it in my heartbeat When You whisper my name. My dirty little secret, love, Is that I'm not okay... By: Raven
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I wrote this poem one day sitting in class. It's kind of morbid, but I really like it, and I hope you do, to! The lonely: Tears of blood Tears of blood flow down my cheeks. They're red because I love you. The lost won't find the care he seeks. Not when he's alone. Life born of pain is worse than death. The darkness grows ever closer. It disappears with every breath, the beating of a heart. Why is the climb so steep? It just means the fall is harder. Secrets are not impossible to keep, merely begging to be told. Falling is better than flying. The familiar ground lies ahead. What is life, but a game before dying? You roll the dice but never win. The misplaced try but always break, to mangled to be fixed. The war of love is give and take. Why does it seem so one-sided? The tears have finally dried. Their rich color stains my lips. The lost found his way and painfully died. Everyone lied. Nobody cried. He will not be missed.
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So here's this rough draft of a song I've been writing... It came out a freestyling session, where I just wrote what's on my mind. Anyways, hope y'all like it. The lyrics would probably be whispered sung, not screamed. A bit like Hurt, by Nine Inch Nails. Tell me if it's good or not. Limerence Let your anger propel you Let the answers come naturally Let me protect you I'll anchor you down passionately The victim inside tells you I'm wrong The poison's in your system/ you're too far gone My very existence craves your every fibre of being But you scream good riddance When I deny my own feelings I got the key to your obscene mind I stand between you and your dreams You got the need to strife for an unclean drive You hand me the gun when I crave the need Let your hatred spill out Let the love come unnaturally Let me fit in now I'll close your eyes to reality You fathom my every motive with a flick of the wrist You fashion me into a demon with a hint of a kiss My very atoms howl for your acts of love But your life-long passion Has always been denying me I got the key to your obscene mind I stand between you and your dreams You got the need to strife for an unclean drive You hand me the gun when I crave the need
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Your name is sore under my sleeve. Blood-soaked shirts cross my mind. Reminding me of all the lost times. All the times I could have said, What's killing me inside. I can't say. I look into your Icy Blues. And I just can't say. Those three words. They carve your name in me. How simple it all must seem. To anyone else. But me. I'll never say, what I never tried to say. So you see, It will be alright. It will be okay. Looking into your Icy blues. I'll go out in style. Your name is so sore under my sleeve. Your name. So sore. By the time it's possible for me to tell. What I've wanted to say. You won't be able to hear me. Your name is so sore. You can't hear me anymore. Your name. So sore. So bloody. You can't hear me anymore. It's okay. I'm going out in style. I mean, you can't even hear me. Now can you, Kyle?
