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 Dec 2016
SabreLi
It was the end of the world when Ares met Mars
Supposed to be counterparts, brothers in arms
But on opposing sides they stood
Couldn’t see eye to eye
And instead of stemming the blood
Each took an eye for an eye
Until in time the whole world went blind

The sword attacked and the spear struck back
But that’s what happens when cultures clash

When cultures collide
With anger and hatred it starts to divide
But nobody wins, cos the dead look the same on both sides

It was the mother of all storms when Jupiter met Zeus
There could have been a deuce; could have called a truce
But each wanted more and more
The two as black as thunder
And instead of stopping the war
Each stole the other’s thunder
Until in time the whole world went under

The thunder attacked and the lightning struck back
But that’s what happens when cultures clash

When cultures collide
With anger and hatred it starts to divide
But nobody wins, cos the dead look the same on both sides

The underworld shook when the earth caved in
Pluto and Hades together couldn’t take us all in
We didn’t see when being heartless
In wanting the best of both worlds
That the second of the two would be darkness
And together the weight of the worlds
Would send us crashing down to Tartarus

The rivers overflowed and the fires turned to ash
But that’s what happens when cultures clash
As the title says, when cultures clash.
 Dec 2016
SabreLi
Tears fall down like acid rain on sun dried cheeks
No longer burning with passion
Once beautiful memories now are each
No more than a lost reaction

And as they fall these tears erode the last of my conviction
They blaze a trail along the road of my heart’s affliction

Discontent to pass me by from the sky it flows
(acid rain) Acid rain (acid rain)
It leaves me high and dry, and as I cry it deals its heavy blows
(acid rain) Acid rain (acid rain)

The space by my side used to be taken
But these days I keep no company
Since the day you left my life’s been vacant
Like my heart and soul – incomplete

And as I walk these steps erode the path of certainty
They blaze a trail along the road I wander aimlessly

Discontent to pass me by it just keeps pouring down
(acid rain) Acid rain (acid rain)
It leaves me high and dry, and as I cry it I feel like I could drown
(acid rain) Acid rain (acid rain)

Years pass by like stale air in the cold night breeze
No longer filled with emotion
It’s becoming so hard now even to breathe
Consumed by my own devotion

And as they fall these tears erode the last of my conviction
They blaze a trail along the road of my heart’s affliction

Discontent to pass me by time and time again
(acid rain) Acid rain (acid rain)
It leaves me high and dry, but still I try to move on from this pain
(acid rain) Acid rain (acid rain)
Written about drowning in the feelings of despair left behind when you suffer bereavement through loss or abandonment.
 Dec 2016
SabreLi
As I look into your eyes
I see a flame that I know will never die
And even though there will be times
That I'll look into your eyes
And I'll wish you were alive
I know I will be strong
And I know I'll carry on
'Cause inside I see a flame that will never die

Although we didn't always talk
I know you were watching like a hawk
That if I ever needed you
You'd appear out the blue
And though you never needed me
You always saw the best in me

You stood by my side when no one else would,
Saw what was inside; saw all of the good
I can’t believe that you’re gone
How am I supposed to move on?

When I look into your eyes
And see that flame that I know will never die
I remember all those times
That I looked into your eyes
And I wished you were alive
I know I will be strong
And I know I'll carry on
'Cause inside I see that flame that will never die

We didn't always see eye to eye
But I know on you I could rely
We used to be the best of friends
I hope that feeling never ends
The memories I have are thermal
I'll miss you in your rest eternal

You stood by my side when no one else would,
Saw what was inside; saw all of the good
I can’t believe that you’re gone
How am I supposed to move on?

I still look into your eyes
And I still see that flame inside
And even though there are some times
That I look into your eyes
And I wish you were alive
I know that I'll be strong
And I know I'll carry on
'Cause deep inside I know that flame will never die

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written about loss of a loved one, who I see every day when I look in the mirror at my own reflection.
“Oh I’m so sorry, you look just like that guy’s daughter…”
But I’m not.
I’m just the daughter of a dead man.
And I feel it too.
You might be sorry sir
but you are not as sorry as I am,
that’s for sure.
 Dec 2016
Victor Timmons
Today I watch your eyes fade to black
Today I listen to your final whispered silence
Today I feel your body sleep it's final rest
Today I loved you as your peace came
Today I release your soul to be young again
Today I set your spirit free to run joyfully again
Today I will be strong for you
Today I will cry for you
Today I will smile for you
Today I will remember you
Today I put the end in a box and gave you the gift

Written by Victor Timmons 12/5/2016
Understanding we all have a end does not ease the pain. Love you Jake. See you in that big dog park someday.
 Dec 2016
SabreLi
I stand nearby at the Guardian's gate
And realize there's no escape
No choice left but to stand and wait
I look on…
I hear them whisper as they pass me by
Each one staring from the corner of their eye
"Yes I was wrong, it was no lie"
‘He' has won.

So much beauty, I see no flaws
A place of rest for those indoors
While I get punished for my disbelief,
I stare on…
I cling to the false comfort of emptiness
Knowing that anything could be better than this
Was I not created to be free?
‘He' has won.

If I was not supposed to question
Then why did you give me free will?
If I was to learn every lesson
Why is it so easy to sin?
If you wanted me to believe
Then why were you never there for me?
Why didn't you give me something in which I could confide
Instead of all these fairy tales which I just can't abide?

So there is a life after you die;
If they have one, then so do I
Determination comes from my desperation
I push on…
I turn around to begin my search
Feeling sorrow, feeling hurt
Consolation comes from my condemnation
I push on…
If this is ‘Heaven' and I was wrong,
Then I know where I belong

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written from the viewpoint that maybe I'm wrong about the opinions of organised religion.
 Dec 2016
Eleanor Rigby
What has life made of me?
Where has life taken me?

This body has never been mine, nor will this mind ever be.

There is a terrific sadness in every time
I look in the mirror and pretend to smile.

Dear Adam,
I have missed the spring and I am coming to you soon
The eyes that flicker, the stories behind the eyelids
The heart that ***** in the air
Like a flightless bird that dreams to fly.
Make sure you open up those heavy arms of yours
Make of my thin body your prisoner
Forever
See me for the second time,
Look at me as if it was the first time.

Adam, the ground has never been mine to walk upon
This Earth is selfish, she wants us all
But I am weary, just like you.
Everywhere I look, I find wrinkles
Old objects full of dust
Young people full of lust
Golden hearts full of rust.

Adam, I have been reeking of desolation
Since the day I died
Right there on grass that has never been greener
Under a sun that has never shone brighter
Since I died
Of longing
I have been reeking of desperation
If it wasn't for the books you left me,
If it wasn't for this letter today
If it wasn't for the hope of finding you again
I would have long turned into a portrait
Copied off of a portrait of a portrait
Of a portrait someone painted off the back of their mind
Intelligible and faint.

Adam, the lines on my palms are fading
Drip by drip
The water in me is adding up
And drowning what life has left of me
Poor little soul, good for nothing but the sadness

Adam, I wish I was sad like you
But I am not sad
I am bored,
Like a writer that never learned to write
A painter without paints
A mermaid on land
I am bored like the zoo.

I am coming to you soon.
But I know you're not there.

Goodbye summer and everything that's as clear
I will miss you my dear.


-- Watercolour
 Dec 2016
SabreLi
We had it made, we had it all
Nothing could come in between us until the siren called
I heard her warning, saw the signs
But she poisoned you against me and filled your head with lies

While you stood by and ignored my pleas I continued to fight
But little by little she stole you from me just like a thief in the night

Her tempest of temptation broke through your floodgates
And drinking her seduction made you forget your mistakes
So I can understand
Why you’d want to hold her hand
But the crutch you think is temporary has her own demands

I saw her coming from miles off
It was as if in slow motion but it wasn’t slow enough
Like ships in the night we capsized
As she sabotaged the lighthouse and led us to our demise

Before long she stood upon our wreckage as we had lost the fight
She stole you away despite my objections just like a thief in the night

Her tempest of temptation broke through your floodgates
And drinking her seduction made you forget your mistakes
So I can understand
Why you’d want to hold her hand
But the crutch you think is temporary has her own demands

Temptation does not relent
To be satisfied with her loot does not make her content
She’ll take it all; your dying breath
And you will give it blindly not knowing she is death

Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Written about a couple of people very close to me who came to rely on alcohol too much and eventually succumbed to its effects.
 Dec 2016
17th
i'll never stop thinking about you
and probably i'll never stop wanting you
for most of the times
i will forgive myself
for wanting to be so close to you
but why is it a bad thing?
why can't I be with you?
the fact that I love you and I want to be with you
doesn't mean that I hate life
they've told us
they've told us
i know we would be together
sooner if they've let me
but its a fact
i'll be dead

*and probably happier than now
 Dec 2016
Kirsten Lovely
Now I lay me down to sleep
I want for nothing more than to bury thoughts deep
Escape the wretches the day has brought
The wars, the sadness, the world has wrought
If I pass away in peaceful sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake
No more days should I have to ache
For this world has kept me far too long
It is time to hear my mellow swan song
If my soul is pure enough before morning wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
The four corners to my bed,
Surround me with the utmost dread
I know there is nothing left for me
My soul is nothing more than a sad story
I'm sorry for whatever path my carriers must tread, to the
Four angels round my head;
Who should know that, in life, from my troubles I fled
A noble life is not one that I chose
But I'm ready for an ending, for angels, I suppose
One to watch and one to pray
So they will carry out my day
I will never see the morning light
I planned for dying on this night,
These angels will keep my suffering at bay, thankfully, there is
Two to bear my heavy soul away.
from that old children's nighttime prayer.
 Dec 2016
Kirsten Lovely
You are not condemned
To the confines of life
Nor the sounds of being locked in
And hit by dirt
You do not belong
To the flowers they send
The wishes they write
Or the tree they plant in your name
You are not prisoner
To a shallow grave
And a shallower gravestone
Not even to the duties you left behind
You have not been claimed
By the years you will not see
The tears you cannot dry
Or the hugs you cannot return
You are not captive
To the sounds and words
That defined you
Or the way people shaped you
Because you are free from condemnation
From the clutch of sickness
Free to leave and wipe the tears
And hug the ones that hesitate
To throw the dirt over the years
You are free from prison,
From proclamation,
From captivity and condemnation
To help and to inspire
And to free others from a prison
Of grief.
To Christopher Carney and family. May a battle as hard as this never touch your lives again.
Rest in peace, Mr. Carney.
Beloved teacher and friend
1968 (I'm unsure of the date- February 20th, 2014
 Dec 2016
SabreLi
The day is here, my time has come,
I feel myself growing numb
How I longed then for the gift of expression
I look above but see no sky,
I look below and there I lie
Caught in this moment of deep admiration
Like most things from the past
I’ve learned it will not last

I hear my name and look around,
My friend walks in, I have been found
It’s times like this your best memories emerge
"Do not fret" I say from near,
I look at him, he does not hear
Why now is there no meaning to words?
Absorbed in tears, he sinks below;
"I wish you well, I have to go"

My last breath escapes from me
And I am gone –
For now at least

"Although I’m gone, my dear friend,
I’ll be with you until the end…"
I now find the words I needed before
But like most things, it came too late,
This life is done, my next awaits
Still unaware what I was here for
"We’ve been so close; I know you well;
There is so much I want to tell…"

Now I can see, I’m not blind any more
There’s a light ahead, I’ve opened the door
"I’m so close to peace, so close to calm,
So close to never feeling harm…"
I hear them calling, it is my time;
Do not fret, we’ll both be fine
I’ll wait for you on judgement day,
Although for you that’s far away,
Now I leave you, I say goodbye;
Do not worry, do not cry"

My last breath escapes from me
And I am gone –
Eternally.

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written at a difficult time I was going through; imagining the reaction of a friend who would be left behind if I took rash action helped to ground me and to put things back into perspective.
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