The sun hangs high in the sky Rising over the darkness Painting the earth through the night Like the caring embrace Of a mothers open embrace And the heartfelt coarse hands Of a father's protective back.
Wearing this masquerade Withering my emotions Because men who cry are "weak" Men who give up are "hopeless" Who would ever understand The meaning behind the tears that I dropped?
Emotions course through my veins Like fast acting poison Dipped in depression The knife stabbed into my back Tearing through my heart Like a ****** mood ascending the night sky.
I used to know myself Now my reflection talks back to me Or maybe it's the demon that haunts my heart Tears upon tears build up Until the flood gates burst Because men who cry are hopeless.
But no one will understand Until they see knives with devilish thoughts A man who cries IS BECAUSE HE'S HUMAN A MAN ONLY CRIES WHEN LOSES SOMETHING HE CHERISHES A MAN WHO CRIES HAS THE STRENGTH TO STAND BACK UP DESPITE THE LANDSLIDE HOPELESS I MIGHT HAVE BEEN DEPRESSED I STILL AM HOWEVER, I STILL WAKE TO SEE THE RISING SUN BECAUSE IF I DO NOT MY LOST CHILD WOULD NOT SEE ME BE THE MAN THAT I DESIRE TO BE!
Wet falls on the striking lines of cobble On the swerving paths of trouble My socks are damp and my feet are cold Light climbs on the dusky evening Sharp as faerie wings Hot like golden spring My eyes are closed and My hands are bound
There are rats at the dip of the grass before The ***** to the water begins Before the moulding wind sings On the spine of a duck’s back There are trees and trees and trees That live in solace without wings That rise with a curved branch Towards the sky
Green air tinged durky damp Leave spots on fading paths Where my scared footsteps leave no visible mark Is there a curse among the leaves? A misgiving in the trees? I open my door to a bumbling kettle Go home breathing empty grey To dream of the lake.
ah there's a lake near my house and it's so magical there I never stop thinking about it! it's not quite as dark as the lake in this poem, but you get the gist.
the title of the poem comes from the origins of the word 'lake' - it could mean 'pit of ****' in Old English, apparently :) dramatic, right? also I made up the word durky which was extremely fun.
Growing up I always knew your love A mutual understanding was born I was young and carefree However deep down inside I knew your heart was in turmoil Mother passed away Six months after giving birth to me Like a mad man you worked two full-time jobs So you could provide a roof Keep me warm during the winter And my belly full while you starved You were stubborn You were heartbroken You were a man holding my future You taught me the passion for Martial Arts And so today now is time to switch roles Your son has grown up And matured to be a fine man Finally the damage to your body Has retired your health This young man has watched you suffer While I benefitted from the fruits of your labours I thank you, father, Because you taught me persistence To be headstrong with a free will Suffering doesn't mean you're lonely Because in the end You still had your son And I still had my father.
You are my world Snow pelted from the sky Your cheeks became a rosy hue Bundled up like a snow fairy Tightly wrapped and loved Tender with care Filled with sincerity Just like your eyes of clarity This world is your territory Midnight stories Flock from my reservoir of knowledge A migratory herd of troubled hearts Invaded by tears from distressed eyes The wind screamed I kept your warmth dear My world was clear And then sprung with fear For the day Rapidly approaching I would become frozen When our love depleted I could not comprehend How isolated I have become Writing all alone Choking back the pyre Coursing through frozen emotions.
Often times A man can refer to himself as a thief For no reason other than Drawing tears from his lover As if space had shattered itself Time comes to a deathly stop Like the grandfather clock representing life Strikes for the last time My rosy complexion paled The reaper cut my string of "future" When was it Our love started meaning nothing? Self-consumed in my own loss for time You should know When you derailed Yet all I am drawing upon is empty sheets of paper.
The tears of time trickled down her eyes Cascading like falling rain Grey clouds and thunder Crackles like a lost symphony The thief Has none to blame but himself All the keys hung from his chest Yet none could predict The suffering he was causing With no answers What is the point To try and fix something That's beyond repair due to blind eyes?
She's fading Like a corporeal body That has lost its essence All she wanted Was to spread the gift of life Instead her gift Was betrayed With a dagger through her heart Tears roll from her graying eyes Dropping down to the ground Withering the luscious scenery A lonely zither plays Mourning the loss Of the fiery transcendence
She's fading The billowing crimson Slowly becomes white ash Like the next morning after a heavy snowfall Her beauty tarnished The world descends into grey stillness Bleak and deathly The wind of life Now a tempest of decay Underneath her exhausted body The ground withers Leaving black and white ash Her gray eyes ignite a black flame.
She's fading Unwilling to believe Her drastic change of heart The boundless love disappeared As if a void consumed all her emotions The kindness vanished Like fleeting spectres in the night Standing up from the ground Blazing black flames Shroud her like a mother Wrapping her child into caring embrace Sighing to herself Blaming this world And its unthankful people.
She's faded Life had dismissed her For the jealousy of her beauty Instead rebirthing A queen of withering radiance.
Continuation of Fiery Transcendence Bestowed Upon Beauty
She's fiery Drifting along the wind Turning the hearts of men into Frenzied fantasies The wind brought the beauty Disappearing as fast as she appeared Peering into the world Carefree like the white swan Her hair billowed like crimson plasma Static glowing along purple radiance Sparkling eyes like hypnotic hues.
Transcendence bestowed upon the beauty Aromatic blazing into the amative nature Syringa placed amidst the billowing crimson Intense heat along the azure winds Otherworldly unaffected from the Contamination of the murky spirit She's fiery Drifting along the wind Cleansing those with illness Jade hands shimmer with golden light With a pure heart caring for those Boundless love for the inhabitants.
She's fiery Unaffected by the contamination Of the murky spirit Unaware that Kindness is not always mercy Upon the jade hands golden light A black dagger dipped in poison Found its way pierced through her pure heart Her beauty was transcendent Jealousy contaminated murky spirits She was bestowed upon the beauty of immortals And her heart is pure of dusk erosion.