Cold snow down my pants another snowball fight defeat a good reason to wrestle with you naked after some cocoa and some *** while the death march plays on TV like an unending blizzard that buries us all with fallen ice palaces and icicle spires which pierce us as they fall before it all fades to white
On the Occasion of the Trump win and GOP majority along with confirmed Nazis in the Cabinet.
Feelings? feelings fade everything fades scars fade graffiti fades everything seems to fade but everything seems to also stay the same. Feelings still seem to be there at least a trace Sometimes the heart still beats fast Or You try to replace the feeling of love with hate but still love everything may go away but there are still traces Graffiti seems to go away You may not see it but it left a mark and is really truly still there Everything seems to fade but is truly still there.
I just started writing poems so if you guys have any advice please tell me .. I'm not the best and I also **** at grammar and stuff and i'm just kinda putting words together that sound good and come from my heart.
In the graveyard chapel With the candle wicks nearly extinguished Was a black dog who guards the grave of his master Who's bond to this world is relinquished
Old bones sit in the mausoleum near by Do the dead ever come back to the land of the living? Sometimes the dog barks at seemingly nothing But on Samhain when the divide between the dead and living is so thin The ghosts of the deceased inhabit their homes again
The faint murmurs of voices heard a long time ago The dog barks and the ghost light glows People never seem to believe Deceived by their own scientific nature But if you stare into the mirror at Samhain You can see the image of those who have passed
Maybe heaven or hell is not enough for these spirits to fit in? Long forgotten souls their grave stones unwritten by time Eroded away like the decaying of time Youths flower fades into dust...
The strings the way I pluck it gives extra strength to my soul. The notes I try to read drives my thirst spirit. The lyrics I write in a paper expresses every single emotion. The music I hear and I make mends shattered feeling.
The passion I have and truly love seems fading. The comparison I get from others is breaking every notes. The people who are showing that I am no good made my paper empty. Discouragement scrapes the willing and hoping heart.