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As a child I was devout
Faithfully glued to
An idea with no truth

But I spoke clearly
Understood the fictions
Better than most adults did

Like little girls understand
Barbies, My little ponies
And monster high dolls

Like grown women
Who still want to be
The princess they saw
On Disney

Like little boys understand
GIJOE, Spiderman,
And Superman

Like grown men
Who still want to be
The Batman they saw
In movies on tv

I clung to this fair unreality
Hoping it would be redemption for me
Because the bruises and red marks
Demanded I believe
Insist I must need
A superhero Jesus to save me

While I was drowning in a sea of sin
I had to beg the divine to let me in
Noah’s Ark,

Hoping that god knows my heart
Was full of good intentions

But the bathroom florescent lights
Made me feel ugly
Like everyone was judging me
With all my pores and acne
With all the scar my mom gave me
Though she hid them perfectly
Just beneath my skin

I thought god would save me from her whims
Or at least take me away to be with him

Instead of leaving me in pain’s den
To lose those faithful delusions
One heartbreak at a time
One history and science lesson at a time
One standup routine and comic book at a time

Till I lost my taste for the divine
While at the same time
I was just plain losing my **** mind
You all claim to be
Pro-life,
But where are the people
Who are pro-living?

And your
Lack of a cause
Has done what, exactly, to change
This world for the better?

Throw words around
Like they're *****.
But I'll brush them off
And wear them as a badge of honor.

Your feigned apathy
Towards fixing the problem
Is hindering the solution.

Just because you have no personal responsibility
Doesn't mean you have no responsibility at all.

You're scared of real feminism,
Because you think it will operate how
Your patriarchy does:
Violently and without remorse
Or consequence.

You fear equality for races
Because you believe
It will work the same way
Your oppression does:
Mercilessly and lacking real punishment.

You refuse to lend a hand to others,
To those dying in the streets,
Whether it be this nation or another,
Because you believe you won't get anything back.

And you claim to be pro-life,
Because someone yet to be born
Has no sin,
Is an innocent life.
But the moment they breathe in
All this air,
They are cast with original sin,
And you get to decide their fate.

And you claim to be pro-life,
But you're the one who makes the judgment,
You're the one who decides whether they live a life worth living
Or die a death unfitting.

And you claim you're pro-life,
But when there are
Children going hungry,
And parents getting sick,
And riots or bombs in the streets,
And hate crimes becoming
More and more and more
Can you tell me that you care?
That you'll do more than stop and stare?

You all claim to be
Pro-life,
But where are the people
Who are pro-living?
Social commentary, I guess.
The moon lays a long horn,
of light, on the sea.

Tremoring, ecstatic,
the grey-green unicorn.

The sky floats over the wind,
a huge flower of lotus.

(O you, walking alone,
in the last house of night!)
He longed to be revealed
Pealed like the layers of an onion
Or plucked like the petals
Of a rose
While Singing
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
Until the last
Layers of flesh
Disappear
And the anatomy
Of love appears
Wet and transfigured
In his transcendent
Affection
A beautiful grotesquery  
Falling in love
With the pain of
Loving someone
Who does not want
To be loved by him
As sunrise comes near
My orb spill a tear
Approaching me is fear
Sharp words you will hear

Witness this, water, shells and sand
This moment “traitor” becomes my brand
“We cannot leave hand in hand”
Pardon for not confessing beforehand

We are polar, my dear
You belong with the sea
I cannot be without the city
Your expression screams “happy”
But I dance with lonely
“Opposites attract,” they tell me
Yet with my intense negativity
I fear to shatter your positivity

Am aware, you might cry
Anguish whispers “DIE!”
While I bid you “Goodbye”  

As nonsense it may be
As stupid it may seem
Please grant me one plea:
Be happy without me
The poem expresses the persona’s heartache as the persona realizes their great difference and chooses to break up with the persona’s lover, the day they were meant to leave together.
She pulls me near
Tells me I have nothing to fear
With a sensual sneer
She whispers in my ear

Can you feel it
Can you feel it on your skin
Can you hear it
Can you heart it from within
This love is our connection
You just have to let me in

Can you feel it
Can you feel it on your skin
Can you hear it
Can hear it from within
This love will be our heaven
I will prove it to you with every sin
(WOW ***!!! I came back to find this to be one of my most popular poems...so weird... now its my most popular poem. **** and its not even finished or layered in themes or any thing)  Chorus for love song, Try other options too (NOTES) Keep "lead in" to the Chorus even if it is not the same one, If you keep this chorus then maybe change the lyrics every time or at least once at the last chorus. (REMINDER) Do not worry to much about rhymes and structure, worry more what sounds better sung then what you think looks perfect on paper.
Your as free as a bird
You choose as you please
You seek with your heart
You decide with your mind

You consume information
Reflect on it / repeat
Throw out the Garbage
Keep sake what's to keep.

(Inner Reflection)
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