"porceline" poems
All this filth, all this murk
it's all coming from me - no one else to blame,
I believed in the woods once, could see the light
through the trees, but now it is all murk in the mottled forest;
The act is an act, the mask to hide
from the world, my hollow shell, a cocoon;
this convenient hideaway, measured tone, repressed
thought, whirlwinds of desire.
So you just run onward through the bones in the yard,
saying hi to the pristine porceline girls of *****
on the way, spinning and grinning
with jawed grimace, their faces sown
in poetic indifference,
and you want to remember
That, once you were something
pure.
till you were about ten years old -
sighing, carry on, knowing that your scars
are your best friends, mutter with them,
freeze the pain, don't drown it out, Believe,
because the greatest lie is that man is pure,
and life is not that long that you can ignore those smiles
that are ok with that, and laugh about it along with you, in words , stories, and poetry.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
Love could be like glass
If you drop it, it shatters
And never be put completely back together
But love can also be like porceline
Never cracks & stays forever
As honey I will be the porceline.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
What is that thing that is called love?
Some people believe it is a gift from above
Others say it brings nothing but pain
Maybe it is a one way train
When you take your path
You could never go back again
It may take you to the happiness door
Or maybe make you taste life's sore!
Maybe love is just like the rain
You never know how hard it would be
Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
to be meant to be.. to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
And could bring you the brightest light!
Love is like the fire
Such a mysterious desire
But weather it is going to warm your heart
Or burn your home
You can never forsee it from the start
You can never tell
If It is going to lead you to heavens
Or is it going to lead you to hell!
Love could take you from the cold
And make you feel so warm
Love is like a rose
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!
Love could be like glass
If you dropp it, it shatters
And never be put completly back together
But love can also be like porceline
Never cracks & stays forever
It is so strange
How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? !
A small word but with so many question marks
It is such a complicated feeling
That confuses any human being
Love is so precious
Love is a treasure
Love is not cheap
Love is when you can't fall asleep
For reality is better than dreams
And life is sweeter than it seams
Love comes from the heart
Not the brain
You don't know when it starts
You don't think about it
You just feel it over and over again
Love is not Just the saying of words
But the giving of one self
Love is caring
Love is daring
And most of All
Love is sharing
Love is not to live in fears
Love is not a matter of counting years
But making the years count
Love is
Telling, listening, understanding,
Respecting the truth and never pretending
True love does NOT have a happy ending!
True love does NOT have an ending!
Love.. some say it is blind
But I say
Love gives you a third eye
To make it easy for you to find
Who is worthy? ! !
Love | Shreyash Ghosh
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
I listen to a sad song, that's me
My porceline love so easy to break
pain too heavy to bare
****** are thoes who hurt me
Who caused these wet spots on my pillow
I am the victim of a broken heart
These lyrics speak sounds of my sorrow
I pity myself
I listen to a sad song, that's you
Your sensitivity I've abused
Sadness I couldn't imagine
****** am I for the pain I've caused
For the tears on your pillow they soak
I am the accused of heartbreak
These lyrics are of sounds I've ignored
And once again I pity myself
J.W
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC