That is definitely the name Of my book. If not that, a title for this poem. No, the first line. It’s untitled. I won’t restrict myself. I won’t be led astray.
Poets are just looking for an outlet. Poets are in anguish. Poets are on fire.
Let us burn. Let us burn in agony. Do not peek your head over, Dear reader. You have an obligation. Work, kids, bills. Don’t think of us. We are burning in agony, in fire, And we do not wither away. We cannot escape that easily.
Life will continue and time will pass. Like Vid-19 You'll only be remembered in class. Mentioned in the worst ways and times. ¿Te acuerdas de tu hermano? I'll hesitate and say I remember the time i spent contemplating if I'd ever get you or not.
I get it but why? Leaving me a responsibility I never asked for. He's mad and sad, Doesn't even consider that fact I'm passed out Blacked out Crossed now Passed out Lost now Rad. Doesn't even know the blood forbade the name engraved, he was enslaved to and will change to a new.
Though it won't stay the same, I still hold the title and torch. The one I'm expected to hold high with pride! I won't let you down But i will to him.
I'm sorry all we have is a blurred photo together and that all you could hear was gibberish from my mouth. But know I love you. Thick or thin
Back before the woods were long There came a quiet mourning song Past the waters, wide and deep The ancient Lares lay asleep Without a home to dwell beneath He stayed upon the withered heath Seeing the forest climb and grow Branches buds, then cracked to snow Winter pushed the winds back west And from it came a lively guest She met him there upon the glade Rotting roots where at he laid She gave to him a bartlett pear And knitted shawl for him to wear Left as she came to border of sward And skipped across the leafy yard They met many times and many a year Her frequent talks to him were dear She often wore a carmine gown That married her hair when came unbound Often she sat against the trees And simply hummed with pleasant breeze Some mornings she brought a lyre strung And with it ballads graced over her tongue Her smiles were true as was her heart And every day he wished to not part He wished to hold her kaolin hands But his were stiff of bronze and sands There came a day when she gave no prayer And long she sighed against the air She spoke of home, far past the sky To a land below the mountains high Seldom remembrance of her birth Brought forth a smile which held no mirth She walked back south along the fen And never once mentioned the country again When she was gone he only would wait To see her come down forest gate And while he waited he sang her songs Though nothing passed his lips of bronze Rain swept by the leafy pass And fell hard upon the feet of grass He knew she walked when weather was warm But still he waited within the storm A malice rode on the passing wind As if a warning was meant to send He heard through thicket and swaying leaves The sound of steps and voice of thieves Heavy their feet but silently walked Beneath the trees that viciously rocked They passed the border of forest and field Each with torch and swords they wield They marched with sneers and sinful eyes And soon he heard the village cries His voice went out, silent and sheer And in him sank a lasting fear The nights horizon flaked with flame And till the dawn he called her name There he waited, but she never showed Forever sat empty the weaving road Years he cursed the molting land And wished to **** each mortal man The leaves ferment in his rotting dell And beasts escaped its stench of Hell Long he stood on perished grass And soon he too would gently pass There he faded with mist and cloud And swift his shawl became a shroud
What does it mean To still be here, living with trees Tapping at the windows It's almost like they're asking What we think we're doing
Waking up on air mattresses Drinking instant coffee while Outside, birds will fall In this twisted dream A toxic slew of memories
Remember the back of the class Listening to seventeen covers Of "Kissing in Cars" and Going through every last Tear stained inch of you
Remember the grass beneath my feet Before you ever knew about me The school shootings, the rain Kids crying in the parking lot Phoning parents, trying not to be afraid
You're the only person I've ever seen At midnight in an overcrowded kitchen Leaned against a counter Like you know where you belong That night, I saw stars behind your eyes I don't want to grow up anymore
Ceaseless scratching The sound of fingernails on skin Constant Unending Rapid More I need it more. Oh god. Oh ****. I can feel the Need. It's all over. The sensation. Not even here. Just a mirage. Just a dream. Just a fever. What I want. NO What I need. When will it come? How long have I waited? Hours? Days? Months??? Or only minutes? Time Oh please go faster A kettle Boil? That's it! If I don't think Then it will speed up. How to achieve that though? Oh, I did it.
Just thought I'd type out whatever comes to my mind. I'm kind of tired of typing in a bunch of restrictive formats. I like them at times but I just wanted to try something new. Let me know what you think. I'm a **** for attention so I'll do whatever the public wants. Thanks for reading. Enjoy.