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Frustration chiseled on her face
Depression in her eyes, purple blotches underneath
Those feelings she locked inside, its a prison in her mind
Passerby's watch, I see her teeth shine
The wind blows through her graceful hair
Flowing freely against the air
Her eyes so bold, when she sees something she wants
All appears too far and out of sight
Despiteful with a cold heart
She no longer trusts, and on her own
She believes shes alone
In her own world, here stuck on planet Earth
I could see that she doesn't presume herself of any worth
Eyes remain steady, her motions remain still
Emotions are there but left undetected
Her mood like a rainy day,
I watch the tears wash away
Turning all her surroundings gray
Is there still hope for life as all precious memories decay
Detached from the world, she wants to be erased
Yet, still in my mind
Her figure remains
So I met this ***** that was lerkin like a cool,
chic head up angled like she was aiming for a fool *****,
                       Looked like a ratchet who da hell would snatchet unless ya faith is sappy
cause that girl hella *****,.
        Bend down to light a halfy,
                            Cut shorts **** snorts wreak smoke
           Might choke Taahaaa she broke no joke,.
                             Brain tied Boy lied Needa hero,.
                             On time,**** lime,she know she be a zero.
Ghett heals wet meals not real done deal,.


(sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper :)
The more I admit
The more I can over come
All of the problems
The more I admit the better I feel..... Afterwards...
Because I never got to say goodbye
This letter is all the reasons and feelings I kept inside.
I took for granted our youth and the promise of tomorrow.
Now every day I am drowning in this sorrow.
I thought you would always be there, always care, always listen, always be my shoulder to lean on.
I never imagined in the blink of an eye you would be gone.
This is the hardest letter I have ever had to write,
I just hope you know my heart even though you are no longer in my sight.
Every moment that became a memory is so very precious to me.
Even though our time together on this earth was short, I will cherish every laugh, every smile
every sweet word you gave to me.
The time we spent in Virginia was like heaven to me.
Walking hand in hand.
Laughing, talking, sharing, embracing, kissing
The rest of the world ceased to exist.
Or the walk through the park as you put your arms around me to keep me warm.
Or Sunday afternoon having coffee and conversing for hours.
You gave me hope and another way to view this cruel world.
You gave me strength to finally stand up for myself,
even though I never told you .
You brought out the best in me.
My world is so much darker without your light.
You had the kindest heart.
I will miss you always and I pray that I can hold the memories of you
like a movie in my mind to play over and over until we meet again.
Know that you took a piece of my heart with you.
I love you Jonathan. And I will hold that love in my heart until my days on this earth have ended.
I think there is a time in every man's life when he finds himself in a quiet place and he gently puts his hands on his face and lets them drip down his skin as he thinks "Oh God, what does my father think of me?" It is this very thing that happens to me every day, and I find it difficult to release myself from the idea that finding a quiet place on a daily basis for this ritual is not far from destiny. I remember when I was a child I had such a marginally religious fear of thunderstorms that it would cause me to turn the television to the weather channel so that I could reverently temper my dread according to the forecast ahead of time: this is the same horror that washes over my heart when I see my father slowly approach the picture of my life to make his first appearance of the day. He is both ghost and man: a man that I know now as someone who lives teetering on the fence-post between acquaintance and friend, and a ghost of the person from my childhood that was once in a marriage to my mother that was full of teeth and rage who was not my father, but rather an incarnation of shame and disappointment.
(No. 3 Expanded)
her provisions are entwined with fallacy
a crucial failure to her last words
a false division sits on my dependency
four words, in question, seal our fate
our days connect, encircled commonly
in a violent sequence

conspire to our demise
i'm fearing deceit
before you mutter your sweet nothings
the force behind your games at play

voice your indistinction
of what's just in your eyes
you've been suspect from hello
decide
what's merely cornered by $lust$
in the recesses of your mind
forge my signature
to pass as though you're someone

your fake emotion
will curiously encompass all your loves
under halos cover
you can strike
unbeknownst to unsuspecting fools
very few know you as i
could we safely assume it wouldn't take much
to catch you astray?

condemn your antipathy still a possibility
that you can shine your love for us
in this cold, deserted world
hoarding all your passion/possessions
for the truthful never paid you well
pain and suffering
all we'll know
and truth be told
we feigned love, too

seal your destiny with just one lie
and shower in the fire
cry, don't cry
still enchanted by your lies
but no more can i say i would die
for your cause in the battle field

when the tears we've shed
devour every sense of self we've built
in the final closing hour
we admit defeat in your degree
you have clouded our defenses
congratulations, babylon
you're a great *****
They stole the night
out from beneath their feet
and replaced it
with endless painted black billboards
with cosmic advertisements
that read: tired of those pesky feelings?
then come on down to the real world
and the stars were switched with
fluorescent bulbs and Christmas lights
the clouds are just moving back drops
and the moon a search light
they stole the day
replaced vibrant blue with
coral blue #64
or baby blue
but mostly gray
they beat ambition with baseball bats
and left it for dead in a ditch
on the side of a high way
they took life
and made it banal
a product
Honey I've shrunk the conversation!
they took the world
and all of it's people
but don't let them
mean you
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