There is no reversing it
You cannot take back
Whats said and done

There no bargaining with it
When your time is up
There is nothing you can do or say

Theres no taking back what was said
Anymore so than what wasnt
There is no taking back what one has done
No more so than what one forgot to

Just like my actions
I cannot take back these bruises on my thighs
Anymore so that I
Can take back the black around my eyes

Will things ever be the same?
Ironically
Only time will tell

When I saw only dark,
you showed me the light
when I can only hear sadness,
you played me a melody
when I had no one around me
you came to me
but now that you're gone if feels like all the  roses you had left
are slowly dying
And I try everyday to keep them alive but they just won't stay
Soon enough all these roses would die and this field would be nothing more then a graveyard full of demons
I guess it's best that I give the roses that you've given me to someone else,
and hope that their graveyard
turns into a field of roses.

I burn
My heart is ablaze
I bleed
My body howls with rage
I am empty
My soul died long ago
I am broken
But I still can't let you go...

This fire burns bright in me
Consumes me, every moment
It will take me
I will give in to this torment

And then I'll glow
Like liquid gold, purified
Sweet like caramel, tempered slow
Holy as the wine sanctified.*

And You will burn
Just burn.

What is love?

What is love?
A constantly asked question.
Some say love is just an emotion.
Sure, but is that all?
I say, love is a gift.
A gift from one heart to another.
It is something to keep and to cherish.
Not throw away like some worthless piece of paper.
It can be painful at time,
But for the remainding, it is beautiful, everlasting, and forever.
It is never selfish or greedy.
Mean or cheating.
What ever you do,
Never throw away love
when you come across it.
Whatever the obstacles,
Hold on tightly and never let go.

At times,
It may seem like an escape,
But in the actual sense,its nothing close to escaping..
It creates worse feelings,
Leaves loved ones depressed and confused,
And doesn't give your soul the rest it deserves upon leaving your body,
Suicide is never a solution,
Its a sign of weakness and hopelessness,
And we all reach that point,
But if we survived once,
We can always survive our difficulties..

Poets were created
       to emulate grandeur,
            whilst suffering the blues

The best part about poetry
Is not even having to write ourn own poem's
But just relaxing back.
And reading all the other amazing poet's on HP....
Lovely indeed....
And so
Inspiring.


©Lonesome poets poetry
©Brandon nagley

She is a mystery,
A mystery that no one has been able to solve.

There is no telling what happens when her eyes distant itself from the world, looking and longing for something deep within her thoughts.

When her deadly silence creeps over her, leaving everyone far away from her wrath.

When she finds herself alone, blocking and pushing anyone trying to get in.

When she bottles up her emotions, leading everyone to think of something far away from what is genuinely happening.

When she strides past those who oppose her way, acting with no care in the world.

When she abruptly smiles that brightening smile of hers, and laughs that fascinating laugh, causing everyone to wonder what's going on behind her display.

When her style doesn't suite anyones, unique and different from the rest.

When she is understanding of anyones situation, curiosity spiking in everyone as to how she apprehends.

And when silence and stares occur every room she shows up in.

Everyone looks to her, baffled about this young creature.

Everyone asks her, yet no reply is answered.

She gives out the littlest emotions and information, yet only that tiny grain of salt intrigues and bewilders everyone.  

Everyone knows of her, they just do not know who she really is.

And as I said before...

She is a mystery,
A mystery that no one has been able to solve.