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Edward S Jun 2013
At the hour of twilight you will see,
The true beauty the world try's to be.

It baths the earth in its evening light,
It dosent make people cower with fright.

This is when darkness and light come as one,
The only time when they dance just for fun.

At this time the world is at peace,
That's its most amazing peice.

As you grab my hand,
We watch and see what the world has planned.

I wish the twilight never went away,
Because then the sky would never have to turn grey.
Edward S Jun 2013
What do you do when you have to let go?
When theres nothing left to grow?

Do we move on?
Or do we stay and remember whats gone?

Letting go...
It brings tears and brings your worst low.

Im sorry I was the cause of this,
And im sorry we didn't get one last kiss...

Im sorry I complicate things,
But I know what it could bring..

Letting go...
Its tough.. it brings tears and breaks you down to your all time low.
Edward S Jun 2013
I'm calling you my love,
But it's being drowned out by shouts coming from above.

I'm broken and confined,
There beginning to break my mind.

They rub pictures of you and him in my face,
They're taking our letters and burning them in a case.

How did this happen?
They're gone now, all I hear is a small tapping.

Maybe it's my heart,
But it's been broken since the start.

I've had to confront him,
My ray of hope being very dim.

Don't save me, figure out everything,
I've suffered enough from this beating.

Can you hear me? Calling for you? Screaming for you?
Never mind, my birds already flew,
Now you can't hear me calling for you.
Edward S Jun 2013
Sorrow fills his eyes,
This is what makes him so wise.

He tries so hard to be there,
But it gets too hard for him to bare.

He listens to music that usually makes him happy,
But even those songs make him feel ******.

Memories is all he has left,
His feelings are so bereft.

He's dejected and confused,
He is suffering from that bruise.

It surrounds him, he can't hide from the emotion,
It's so great it's even found in the ocean.

He is crowed with lies and misdeeds,
It's so thick no one can hear his pleas.

Through the thick sea of sighs,
Sorrow still fills his eyes.
Edward S Jun 2013
Trust is like paper,
It can be crumpled and steamed by vapor.

Love can be brittle,
And it can break little by little.

But when you combine the two,
Only then will you have a strong brew.

But if one of these is crumpled by other things,
Then the whole thing will crumble before the king.

It will ruin them both,
And will stop all their growth.

So listen up and listen good,
Make it strong, where it once stood.

And maybe it will go farther,
Farther than it stood.

Now im glad you understand,
So come here and take my hand.




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Edward S Jun 2013
In a grove, alittle ways away,
There once stood a tall glass tower that reflected the day,

It was built by a man named Soul,
And to build this was his altamet goal.

He started it in late March,
Thats when he had finished designing the last arch.

He started to make his glass tower,
And on the first stories he planted a flower.

As the days went on, the tower began to grow taller and taller,
He worked all day and it didnt even cost him a dollar.

But as the days went on and the taller the tower got,
Slowly the beams began to rot.

He didnt take notice as the sky turned grey,
Then that storm came in late May.

The beams gave out and the tower began to fall,
He fell down in a shower of glass, he hit the ground and began to crawl.

But he was stabbed with bits of glass, and eveything he knew had been stripped away,
He didnt wake up, and the sky remained grey.

The accident was soon cleaned up,
By people who had won the cup.

The grove has been cleared, and all the debris has been taken away,
And the grey clouds are at bay.

Nothing remains there except dead leaves and little bits of glass,
A tiny flower is growing where it all once stood. Growing besides new sprouts of grass.

Alot of years will pass,
And not all things are meant to last.
Edward S Jun 2013
It was raining, thats all I knew,
I was heading home to see my baby boo.

It was stroming as I walked up the drive,
Thats when I saw her and another man begining to look alive.

I stopped and began to smoke,
It hurt so much I began to choke.

They decided to go out for the night,
I headed toward them, maybe she would see me and we would reunite.

It was a mistake,
Him and I began to fight, I was as swift as a snake.

When other guy was down, I went to claime my prize,
When I faced her there was only fear laying within her deep blue eyes.

I ran off in a rage, feeling hurt and sick,
She helped the other guy walk as he leaned on a wall made of brick.

I ran into an alley and broke down,
The rain becoming an overwelming sound.

The other guy went to search for me,
He rounded a corner and saw me, his face went grim.

I faced the other guy, and was suddenly slapped,
The snake was now trapped.

The other guy beat me senseless,
He didnt know that her and I shared a connection, and that he was hitting her aswell.. she was defenceless.

I thought of her,
All the memories of her and I began to reoccur.

The other guy kicked me once more,
He then walked away and didn't care anymore.

I lay there short of breath, the rain feeling as cold as death,
That was when I took my last breath.
This poem is about a song. This isnt a personal account
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