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Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..
Because even when you hate me,
and cry out your pain,
Just no that Im sorry,
And I wish I could make it go away.
I hoped even if it wasn't easy catching big dreams
In my palms and not losing them in the streams
I hoped to have a poem with the best line
To be the best rapper and not just mime
I wanted to have the roughest car in this city
Yes, I needed a big monster beauty
I lusted to be upon a podium of fame
I wanted to burn with the brightest of flame
I had a fatal thirst to spread my tentacles
To be the lad who walked out of manacles
I wanted to oil the wheels of prosperity
A legend who preached against any disparity
I wanted to be the real hallmark of charity
The bravest enemy to injustice and barbarity
I wanted to be a beautiful bloom of peace
To let the world be spring of love and bliss
I wanted to succeed in all before I leave
I wanted to exit the world after finding what I believe
I desired to hold hands with my fate
I wanted to achieve whatever I did contemplate
I did everything, whatever was needed
That's how I succeeded
And I don't know whom to blame
The road on which we met
Or is it my eyes I should hate?
My heart that easily scrunched
Or my poor hopes you crushed?
Our hallo or our sad goodbye?
The truths I told or your lie?

You say It's all lame
Yet echoes of the past are always near
Haunting my present, creating fear
The good things gone triggering a tear
Clinging to pillows of memories dear
Dust of regret rising here after
The warm tears in my laughter

Was it a game?
That you had to come around and win
That you had to dump everything in the bin
Without considering where we'd been
That you had to wipe the memories clean
That you swerved after letting me lean?
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