"burdons" poems
She's got a face for radio,
She wears it best from head to toe.
She's a special kind of homely girl;
Her gift is being in a state of pity, so...
She is eager to shed her burdons,
But never tells the true
Meaning of actions
That always leave her due.
Love would never fix her woes,
She's a woman of motive
Crying on the shoulders of the higher-rated.
Tears are the flames of the voltive,
It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her, anyway.
She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.
No one can ever show her kindness
Without her expecting more.
If you have a dollar of quarters,
She'd not take less than four.
I have seen the hearts of hopeful
Shredded at her feet.
And then the ugliness that thrives her
Gathers the replete.
She's sated til her next desire.
She never rest for long.
There will always be some lonely sap,
That she Will sap upon.
It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her way.
She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.
The only thing she has is blame
To mead out to another sucker's name,
As soon as she has all she can get,
She leaves them, she leaves like all the rest,
Don't they think her heart is good!
They treat her like they think they should.
They don't know that to ease her pain
Is too surrender their gain, and go insane.
She never will come differently
Some things do not change.
Her talons grip them where they live,
Time and time, again.
It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her way.
She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.
She will make them steal
From the future of their children.
She is a guiltless wonder.
She really never lets them in.
All for nothing is the way she lives.
She is gone with the fairer treat.
Every lonely victom she leaves
The bitter without the sweet.
It's not mine to say.
It's mine to stay away.
She's not mine to slay.
But, I know her way.
She's a vampire, the emotional kind,
One bite, then three, times three is nine,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine,
Like a Harpee, she goes to them,
And drains from them vitality,
She's a shrewd one, and she's a shrew,
She doesn't even want to *****
She's a player, till the game is won,
And the sorceress says the charm is done.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
I'd pull every ******* tooth out of my head
if it would solve anything at all
but I would just bleed
and hurt more than I do
it wouldn't stop the any of the withdrawls
I hereby declare war
on anything I've ever loved
Which isn't a lot
because I still haven't found
that much worth speaking of
so I'll just sit in my pile of teeth and blood
and try to remember
where these feeling come from
If I could follow the roots
all the way to the source of the problem
then what's the point of existing?
if it's all so simple so solve them
if I knew who made me feel like this
I would shake their hand and kiss their ring
because that's the person that taught me how to sing
how to write
how to live
what to die for
though I may never find
the origin of this sickness
that's allright
because that one person doesn't exist
yet I hate the one
that taught me to resist
whoever you are
one day you'll be the death of me
and wherever you are
I hope you're safe and breathing
because I'll be the one
to hear your last breath leaving
and on that day
you'll be buried
with all the burdons
that you've carried
every storm you've braved
will be right with you in that grave
because no one really remembers the dead anyway
bless your heart
and **** your actions
free your thoughts
don't fear reaction
live like you died yesterday
not that it matters anyway
because we'll all be dead soon too.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
Heavy burdons of unknown reality
slowly haunt with great abundance
twisting and turning my conscience insane
on the verge of sure unlimited pain
stand up to my fears is what I was told
but restricted by authority, won't let me unfold
like a spring being compressed, it always springs back
pressure on pressure builds on my soul
the only aliviation is consequencial
unless the heads are turned in an ignorant direction
limitless power, overwhelming agression
is my key for the cause of endless depression
satisfied, in content my soul has been lifted
my spring has sprung
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
This fire won't go out
Though just a flicker it may be.
Keep shifting through the shadows
Until you find what you seek.
Hold fast
To what you believe in,
Don't ever settle,
Never call it even.
These burdons
Can weigh heavily.
Its our demons
We are forced to carry.
Hold tight,
Till your last fleeting breath,
Like you're dying for
A fighting chance.
And carry on.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC