Never be alone
Even when you go
Vengeance in my heart
Everything I once knew
Ripped from my soul
But I am not alone
Even as you slip away
And here I remain
Lost in a world of grey
On my own, but not forlorn
Never shall I weep for you
Every moment, forever mine
When tears dry up
and you forget to cry
That's where
the sadness begins.

- Weep, my child
Seanathon Jan 21
Thin like the willow
Grey as the dove

Quiet as the wind beneath which pesters the cat floats the wings and sweeps the city streets clean of debris

Dark as the asphalt
Soft as the paws

Lean like meat
Old like soil
And slick like oil as it drips from beneath

Shaking like the bedrock
The running water whips

Damp as the corners
And dry as your eyes
It slips

And where asphalt meets the mossgrown bricks
Corners are placed and worlds collide

And the man within is locked away
Within the metaphorical city street

Would the Central Park I know and love, return to me?
In all such glory

The Willow trees
Must go.
Steve Page Jan 17
The last flag flying
over the last lady singing.
The last dance ending
after a last minute warning.
The last laugh fading
from the last man standing,
at long last seeing
that it's over bar the weeping.
There is a time for an ending.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Arcassin B Jan 2
By Arcassin Burnham

Crystals covering my heart like the chocolate around
A peanut in my simple request to find out who I am or
Where I am for I am nothing but a talking pile of shiny
Rocks filled with so much purpose in my state of mind
Or maybe perhaps in God's beautiful eyes I am just as
Perfect as his loyal companions in the clouds but
Simply let the flower sprout and I am in the
Kingdom serving from what I can gather is the queen of
All of us embracing her facial features like a lost puppy
Looking for its master entertaining each and every piece
Of loyalty til I'm tired making decisions for my life that
Is endured quickly,
No time to sit and cry little soldier and your mother's got
List of chores for you to confront in your life,
Don't ignore it for even a second,
Such a buzz kill..
Patrick Oct 2017
“I am” said Prometheus
When he set a spark to
The heart of man
Shifting the putrid tides
Away from the banks of
Our collective soul
But the Gods and their
Jingling chains
Vowed revenge slithering away
Into the depths

Now a storm brews on the cusp
Of humanity’s peripheral
Waiting to ravage our souls
Into tattered flags
Splitting the land in two
Opening the door of Hades wrath
Where men fall to an eternity of
Wailing and gnashing of teeth
Until the clock quits ticking
Then the land will run dry
Leaving Prometheus to weep
Alongside dear Sisyphus
sophia Sep 2017
every morning
i wake up half asleep
wishing i could hear your voice
instead of a longing weep

everyday i miss you,
but the boy
that filled my heart
will always be here

and i know
that my love
will never
fall apart
Demonatachick Aug 2017
At night I imagine you're arms enfold, as it's me I know they wish to hold, at night I weep for words unsaid for kisses un-given and emotions misread, I weep for the fact that you want to love me, I weep for the fact that I am what I be.
On quiet afternoons
When soft winds blow
When grass covers tombs
And delicate buds grow

When drooping branches shade
And birds make nest
Before sun's rays fade
And drowsy children rest

When long days close
And innocent babies sleep
Only one who's vigilant knows
When old willows weep
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