Poems

[Guest Mattttt]

Short and simple, but all too true

Someday

Some day you will cry for me
Like I cried for you
Some day you'll miss me
Like I missed you
Some day you'll need me
Like I needed you
Some day you'll love me
But I won't love you


 

[Jessika]

It doesn't matter what I say

So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel I'll convey
Some inner truth or vast reflection
But I've said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don't matter who you are
If I'm doing my job then it's your resolve that breaks...

[Loki]

This is an original poem i wrote about 30 minutes ago. Literally.

 

Untitled

 

I am the icy slap across your back,

I am the vindictive smell,

Aura purged with black.

 

Born of a whore, and a monster

I now tread these depleted lands

Aimless

Crying

And sore.

 

I am the cold child at the back

I am the lonely surrogate

Wrists weeping with black.

[Guest JeanetteVoerman]

THE DEVIL ME

 

I'm the black, the dark, stuck to you your shadow
I am the completion of your life
The end, the hole your grave
I am your worst enemy, the nightmare of your life,
passing time and smiled at your agony
In factthe goal of my quest is to create storms
In the depths of your being, I'm your mistress, the only prophet
Come and read my shelves
You will be my follower, then accept, and head down
I am a Vampire who sleeps in the catacombs
My awakening will be furious, you'll see I'm filthy
Now don't waste your time
Goes my child, the power of shadows joined the ranks.

 

I'm the evil, the impure, the mistress of lust
Miserliness and sex are the pillars of my culture
So be sure I will be really hard, because that is my nature
Oppose all my hatred against pure souls,
men, women, children,
all opponents of the power of shadows which fell on the earth now
Because yes, as the prophecy says, writings,
my heavy sentence ends tonight, that's it, is is finished waiting
centuries have passed.
I didn't know learn how to control myself
My hatred is filled and I'm pissed
Humans will understand the anger of a great vampire from past.

 

It already makes many years already so I'm locked up,
that I was condemned to wander as damned.
In Hell, a few feet underground without light
In the realm of shadows where Lucifer reigns.
Well, my hatred is so strong against the men of faith
who dared to slam the fatal evil door
inscribed on a slab the magic words of the Druids
who served me as tombstones.

But now I come and the world drift
You can not survive because of blood I get drunk.
Terror now escort you
The kingdom of fear opens its doors.

[Erikaspencer]

At Seventeen

 

Janis Ian

 

I learned the truth at seventeen

That love was meant for beauty queens

and high school girls with clear skinned smiles

who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew

The Friday night charades of youth

were spent on one more beautiful

At seventeen I learned the truth

 

And those of us with ravaged faces

lacking in the social graces

desperately remained at home

inventing lovers on the phone

who called to say - come dance with me

and murmured vague obscenities

It isn't all it seems at seventeen

 

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs

whose name I never could pronounce

said - Pity please the ones who serve

They only get what they deserve

The rich relationed hometown queen

marries into what she needs

with a guarantee of company

and haven for the elderly

 

Remember those who win the game

lose the love they sought to gain

in debentures of quality and dubious integrity

Their small-town eyes will gape at you

in dull surprise when payment due

exceeds accounts received at seventeen

 

To those of us who knew the pain

of valentines that never came

and those whose names were never called

when choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away

The world was younger than today

when dreams were all they gave for free

to ugly duckling girls like me

 

We all play the game, and when we dare

we cheat ourselves at solitaire

Inventing lovers on the phone

Repenting other lives unknown

that call and say - Come dance with me

and murmur vague obscenities

at ugly girls like me, at seventeen

[Guest Mattttt]

Tried for what???

I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
and now there's nothing left.

You stole my heart,
then tore it in two.
Now I'm falling apart,
and don't know what to do.

Divided by decisions,
burned by the fire.
Confused by your words.
Tempted by desire.

I'm living in the present.
My mind is on the past.
Not knowing what I'll lose.
Not knowing what will last.

Blinded by fear.
Drowning in doubt.
Struggling to be free.
Looking for a way out
 

[Guest Mattttt]

Questions in the snow

Can't you see
The pain in my eyes?
But this is me
And my life.
You can hear my heart
It cries more than most
From being torn apart.
After every breath I take,
After every fight I witness,
I ask "why must I awake?"
Will I ever conquer forgiveness?
Can you ever truly
Forgive without forgetting?
I am lonely.
My life I am abandoning.
From pain I am running.
Even though these tears are streaming
I will never look back.
All in all,
I have one question to ask.
Would you still catch me if I fall?
Maybe one day you will see.
This is how I live,
And this is me.

 

[VeronicaSteel]

I shared this twice tonight as the conversations warranted. So in that spirit I felt it best to put it out here for all.

 

 

Though many seek it, it can not be found.

No matter the price, it can not be bought

As creative as we are, it can not be made.

The best of may try, but it can not be given or received.

It can only be realized.

We call it happiness.

[Guest Passion]

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[Guest Mattttt]

Reality

 

The past never happened,

the future will never come,

and the present isn't real.

 

The birds chirp for someone else,

The day warms the lives of everyone,

but me.

 

I live in a prison,

solitary confinement.

Fear is my guard.

 

Nothing stops happiness from reaching me,

only me from it.

I am sure that if I can ever grasp it

that the barrier will be forever shattered.

 

How do you break through invisible bars?

What is it like to touch something you've never had?

 

I am confined to myself,

Just me and my sadness.

[Guest Mattttt]

The lies will set you free

I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.

Nobody could hear my cries at night
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling
For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.

Day by day,
I was slowly dying.
I couldn't go on,
There was something missing..

Until now I'm still searching
For the thing that'll stop my crying.
For someone who'll erase my fears,
For the person who'll wipe my tears.

But till then I'll keep on smiling.
Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I'll be here.. waiting.

 

 

its funny how a poem about lying holds the truth to who I am.....

 

[SweetHeather]

We all have thoughts. These little visions that parade across our minds. We do not always give focus to the things that need focus. We do not always give clarity to things that seek clarity. And yet at times we wear our worries like iron across our neck. It weighs and tugs against us, yet we still struggle to stand tall. That nothing bothers us, that we are strong. That if we ignore it long enough that it should fall away into dust. Yet it keeps tugging and tugging, and we try to adjust the chain. Instead of noticing that this heavy piece of iron has a simple lock, with a simple key. And that key is resting, almost patiently within your palm. You may have forgotten you had that power to let go of that burden long ago. That you could face it head on. That you buried it far too long. And wore the scar like a battle victory. Yet you never won. Take the time you need to really think. To really understand where you are. Where you have been. That if you feel you need more strength to free yourself of that iron, you have people who truly love you. And that you are never alone. And to finally let go.

 

(This was a lil ramble I just did just now. A lil bit for anyone else and also for me, to have courage and strength to expose our pains and let them go. And always know you are beautiful <3)

[SweetHeather]

Subvision - Until You're Mine

 

Don't stop looking at me
Cuz I like what I see
Staring with eyes
Through the dark as disguise
At me

You are beautyfully lean
Like someone on the screen
Baring your fruit in a leathery suit
Quite a scene

My long lost concubine
But you're not mine

So, what do you say?
Are you going my way?
Into the night
Goes the starspangled flight
Away from today

The right I won't find
Unless you're mine

With lights gone down
Let's fan the flames and scorch the sky
As once sung in a lullaby

I won't rest my mind
Until you're mine
Until you're mine

 

This was a song posted to VD thingie .. i liked it cuss it reminded me of Be My Valentine.

[Bran]

[Guest Passion]

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[Dande]

My best me.

 

 

The day it all started is a day it will end,

This letter will serve as a reminder for friend...

 

I had a friend I remember it clearly,

We were together forever and it was so real,

We had ups and downs, but allways cared dearly,

But now it seems like we had our last meal.

 

The day it all started is a day it will end,

Let this poem be a word of judgement for them...

 

I never liked them, and i didn't need them,

They seemed to fall in love with me too fast,

I can't tell for exactly what reason,

But I allways wondered when they'r going to leave me at last.

 

The day it all started is a day it will end,

May this scribble be a laughing matter for men...

 

Expected as allways to be something i'm not,

While the Men scream, shout and despair,

The symbol of hate, chaos i'm all that,

While they think i'm beyond any repair.

 

The day it all started is a day it will end,

And there is only one day in our calendar Friend...

 

The letter I wrote will be delivered to me,

While the judgement falls upon my mistakes deaf ear,

The laughable standarts might say I'm too different to be,

But for better or worse we are still here...

[MikeyZA]

Been looking for some new poems by people that are not well known yet and came across some gems

 

Today you’re here, tomorrow you’re gone;

Time keeps passing by.

From the first day forward in this world

You live until you die.

 

Lovers come and lovers go,

Time permits a kiss.

Only a moments time to spare

In such enchanted bliss.

 

You’re running here, you’re running there,

The rush will never stop.

The hand is turning ’round and ’round

On the face of every clock.

 

Much too soon the things you’ve planned

Will stare you in the face.

Will you ever reach the finish line?

Will you soon complete the race?

 

There’s not a chance for you must live

As long as God intended.

Time’s passing fast and we must run

Until this life has ended.

 

And then, what lies beyond the grave?

Another’s life desired?

Eternity will never end

In heaven or in fire!

 

Eternity can’t be explained

But try to do your best

To serve our God and do what’s right

To receive Eternal Rest.

[MikeyZA]

“You can trust us,”
mock the voices behind the masks…
The masks of false sincerity and adoration.
“You are different from the rest,”
urge the reassuring voices…

“Come to us.”
The voices of hidden intentions and personal pleasures
reassure us of their sincerity.
And we believe these voices behind the masks
because our hearts are pure
while the hearts of those that belong to the voices are not.

We walk towards the voices,
embracing the sound of the words and the promises they make.
We smile and open our hearts
to receive what we believe to be love.

We give of ourselves freely and with pure abandonment…
and this love is greedily devoured
but not reciprocated.

Then suddenly the tone turns
and the once reassuring voices become mocking.
We crouch in uncertainty,
blaming ourselves for the sudden loss of emotions.

We cry out,
questioning,
longing for answers,
only to be met with silence and avoidance.

Our hearts ache;
physically ache from the disappointment of the voices’ actions.
We cower back within ourselves
and vow to never listen or trust the voices again.

[Guest Passion]

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[AndreaLust]

"Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does she think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again."

[AndreaLust]

There were phrases of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony that still made Coe cry. He always thought it had to do with the circumstances of the composition itself. He imagined Beethoven, deaf and soul-sick, his heart broken, scribbling furiously while Death stood in the doorway, clipping his nails. Still, Coe thought, it might have been living in the country that was making him cry. It was killing him with its silence and loneliness, making everything ordinary too beautiful to bare.

[Guest Passion]

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