"crowl" poems
Needed someone to love
someone to hold,
someone to fall for
Couldn't I have told
You, that I wasn't cold
Out of my mold
I could not crowl
Just a little bold
That's what I needed to be, lord
To confront the world
No treasure, silver or gold
Too young, I wasn't that old
To take consideration,
And of your love behold
The world distorting your peace
Your true self I could not uphold
Couldn't you have managed to hold
Hold onto me through madness and massacre
How could I have believed
We had no enemies
When all I saw was war
Our chances were rigged
Our chances were not ours to deal
Our places were not opportune
Our cards were long fortold
We held onto the unattainable
We fell to the struggle from within
We were fighting hard to rebuild
What had already failed,
Thinking the helpless
Could reverse their inevitable fall
In the questions, desperation, and pondering
No catharsis, no purging, avails
All the true revelations are lost
Only un-resourceful quiescence stalls
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
Rohje
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Talon crowl Love
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Why isn't love= Height!
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tight situation
If I were to disappear and no one noticed
It means I had never been in the first spot
Prize winner Strontium coloured
Live in two times present and FUTURE-future
Don't let love happen
Make it be lovely
Skin is just clothes for bones and muscles
Don't let people act, Make people are
If life is beautiful, it deserves a nice frame
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
My life has always seemed and deemed to be,
Something that only peculiarity can perceive,
In depths of cynicism and the focal's sea.
Amid brilliance of any carcasses' pensive.
It has ends, yet begins anew;
With new chapters and fresh start fevers,
Severed with broken shards and dull hues.
To fulfill a worthy journey that doesn't last forever.
A mighty voyage filled with emotions,
Satisfying thirst for an adventurous soul.
Tormenting mediocrity along accretions,
Penchants seeking, making hearts crowl.
It is blissful yet melancholic,
In closets of several memories and faces.
It ends with punctuations with hearts stoic,
Along aspirations and things filled laces.
Punctuations! Ah the beauty,
Memoriam lest filled lackadaisically,
Forever harmonizes serenity,
In a personal mind eternalizing merrily.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC