Off to wonderland, a nightmare of a dream
If only you could see
Nothing but a stain
To those that be
No end in sight, for my misery
so here I lay
To numb the pain
But I was only deceived
Wonderland, the place
Where you don't make amends
A place where your beliefs
Where you'll surly know pain
It wasn't worth it
But I was desperate
Now I'm ******, forever
there is only one way to see the past.
it is longing to be seen.
gaze into the skies above
your soul shall then be clean
the stars they sing a sad lament
they’ve risen, now they fall.
but the stars. they have a sacrament
that must be heard by all.
we see them not as they are
but as they were so long ago
and those of us who see the stars
this one pure truth we know:
there is a beauty in old things
and innocence in the new.
any man can be a king.
but only one person can be you.
the stars we see are 250 million years old
i dreamed of you last night.
you smiled at me as you said
you wanted to be my knight.
you told me as i bled
there was no other light.
and i knew that ahead
there would be hate and spite,
but you and i were bred
for loyalty and might.
and i had been misled
by watching through the night
i must have been less alive than dead
to think that you might leave for fright.
as my legs were coated, blood-red,
i knew that you would hold me tight
as you gently kissed my head.
and as i sit up late to write
you will make sure nothing's unsaid.
a tribute to my best friend. you have no idea how much you mean to me.
Sometimes I take a little stroll
Through the minds and verses
Mind strolling through
Vivid colours and memories,
Flowers and fantasies.
I walk across the lines, my feet tapping
To the rhythm and rhyme;
Iambic heart beats with mine
I stop by sometimes, by the meadows
With a ballad, sonnet,
Free verse or couplet.
Just reading through some poems.
Poems bloom as flowers; azure, flushed pink. Watered by the poet's tears.
The ******* who we call mankind
Is a place where we're all to reside
We move forward by using our mind
But in the end, on our hearts we rely
We are raised to feel the compassion
We are taught to spread our warmth
But a perfect world is hard to imagine
For on every rose exists a thorn
Grief hardens around us like a shell
And inside we may be flooding with strife
But though mentally we see war and knell
There's always the goodness that lives in life
But despite the evil alive today
There are still others who rely on you
So catch that kindness that wanders astray
For in the end you rely on them too
We all need someone in this world to rely on :)
There was a time when I was trapped
On an island none could see
As I waited there on the darkened lands
For someone to find me
Days and days spent gazing out
At the still, empty waters
Never knowing when the day will come
That my life here would falter
I wonder if there would be a day
I would want life less than death
But if I tried jumping into the sea
I know I would hold my breath
Staying here, I am confined
On an island of my own making
Wondering if this day will be my last
But next morning I keep waking
There’s no way off this silent place
No way to end this pain
And I can’t stop my will to live
From continuing to drain
As I gaze upon the shimmering blue
I know no one’s here to save me
And as I watch the days ticking by
I know no one’s here to free me
But now I know as I continue to live
My freedom’s not defined by others
And I cannot keep waiting here
To be freed by another
So now I know never to wait
Until the tank fills to the brim
When no one’s there to witness you drown
You teach yourself to swim
Fight for yourself :)
Where have all the flowers gone?
Their delicate petals have withdrawn
They’ve curled up, like they are scared
Their bright colors no longer flared
Where have all the waters gone?
They no longer gleam at dawn
The river and the streams run dry
Leaving the many fish to die
Where have all wildlife gone?
The subtle birds and the baby faun
The chitter and chatter leave only an trace
Of the wonders that have been erased
Where has all the sunlight gone?
It used to wake at morn and yawn
Only a memory of warmth upon my skin
A ghost of what things have been
Nature is failing and we must save it.
Little miss tittle-tattle brags -
says, "This job is ***."
That those who perform
are a "talentless" bore,
but irony gives me
the last laugh:
An upgrade up the stairs,
a little pay and some more-
it was fair.
Now that I'm not there,
guess who's in my old chair?
She traverses the deepest of canyons
And does without help from companions
One might say this is supremacy abound
That this is where bravery is found
She reads and reads through endless nights
And takes her knowledge to great new heights
One might say this is where power comes
That the wise ones shall never succumb
She opens her heart to all she sees
Her smile as soft as the wafting breeze
One might say this is mastery galore
That this is what everyone adores
She goes step by step all the way
The hardest burdens can’t make her sway
One might so this is profuse resolve
The answer to the question none could solve
So which of them holds the brightest light?
Who carries the ultimate might?
But our abilities need not be aligned
For there’s no truth to how strength is defined
:) A valuable lesson.
Oh choir sing high
so all won't hear this dead man cry
Oh tears for me
won't wash me clean or set me free
Oh bed of death
no time to pray before last breath
Oh grave I pray
God take my soul my bones here stay
Oh pray you should
before you hear dirt on wood