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As i live my life
death seems to follows me

with longing for virtue
looking for dreams

my life is so complicated
where no one can trust me

i need to free myself
from myself

locked up inside
brings me nothing but agony

i say what i say
i do what i do

never knowing
what is coming

180 degrees left
180 degrees right

i fight all the way
to let it go

i need another way
to feel real
it is that time of year
where hearts are upon us

to the young
they are only paper hearts
given to a friend

never knowiing

what is love
or
what is pain

lonly hearts
may feel the same

make no mistake
love is great

shower them well
with loving gifts

show her love and apprciate
romance like no other

she holds your heart
and you hold her's

do something different
not them norm

roses
candy
cards
and
stuffed animals
are all the same

i can tell you a secret
that drives them insane

broken hearts
can make amends

enjoy this day with loving hearts
who was saint valintine?
Gone, gone, gone…
Want me, want me, want me
Gone, gone, gone…
Want me, want me, want me...

It's out of sight and out of mind, Now no more me, you're out of time
Just be glad for what we had, That's too bad, Love is so sad

Tomorrows no good as the day before, There's no way I'll ever give you more
Strike while the irons hot or you'll never know what you could have got
Stop calling me, face the fact now you've failed the test
I was the best, you can have the rest, Just got to get it off, get it off my chest

Don't wait till I'm gone to want me, cause if you do I won't want you!
Don't wait till I'm gone to try and find me, you'll only find that we are through!

Don't wait till I'm gone to want me
Don't wait till I'm gone
Wait till I'm Gone
Till I'm Gone
I'm Gone!


(The Anagram of MARRIAGE = A GRIM ERA)
&
(The Anagram of I WANT A DIVORCE = WEIRD VACATION)

© In Perpetuity All Rights Reserved By The Author: D. Clare
I want to create girl disco act In se Asia
with lonely eye's
i recognize
things  so true

with cold hands
i recognize
cold feelings

with fearful thoughts
i recognize
lonely hearts
I am only bent

Not quite broken

But can I be fixed
 Feb 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Janor
Deep in a book
there once was a girl
on a cozy attic
forgotten by the world

Deep in a book
she once lived a dream
on a cozy attic
destroyed by the world

On a cozy attic
there once was a girl
who read about a girl
deep in a book
 Feb 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Janor
In the rain at the end of the day
without a breath being wasted
I still burn with fire deep within
I am not afraid

With temptations everywhere
In every corner of my life
I have done the best I can
And will continu to strive

The cords are in my hands only
the choices are mine to make
nobody can take my thoughts
as I walk my own way

The path so narrow hard to take
I go on, without a break
This is a poem based on Invictus from William Ernest. The title is old Greek for Bravery.
with every dream
with every thought
with every motion

nothing seems right

the harder i seem to try
the worse things get

am i being punished for something

is god punishing me
or
is satan praising me
or
am i just alone

i always ask god why
i beg satan to leave
or
am i just talking to myself

i was taught there is a god
i was taught there is a satan

but only taught and never received
but was left with only a mystery to me

what is right
what is wrong
what is life

can i form
God; the one Supreme Being, the creator and ruler of the universe.
"LOVE - FAITH"

Satan; the chief evil spirit; the great adversary of humanity; the devil.
"TEMPTATION - HATE"

Atheist; a person who denies or disbelieves the existence of a supreme being
"IS THEIR REASON"
It's so bizarre no matter where you go, near or afar
There's always a bad Apple in the candy jar

Some ******* clown dipstick loud mouth jackyl has to berate, wants to hassle and **** on the town parade

I love Frank Sinatra Junior
I paid 200 a dollar ticket then some asinine clown drunk jicket yells out to ruin the show

****, no matter where I go
There's that horse fly in the ointment

Like a sad appointment set in stone
Always one school yard bully
To wreck the fun

Chase the girls away
Try again another day...

D. Clare
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