"singal" poems
On the other side of the room sits one single angel.
Through the crowds walking to class,
stands one single angle.
Just one single angel,
One single angel shines brighter than any other.
The angel sits just across from me.
That one single angel that does not know of my existence.
There is one single angel I will never have.
Just one single angel,
There I see that angel.
That angel for the first time stares back at me.
That angel smiles. He waves and smiles at me.
That one single angel gets up and sits next to me.
That one single angel admits his true feelings.
That one single angel becomes mine.
Just one single angel,
Now on the other side of the room sits no angel.
Not the one single angle I once knew.
This one single angel has turned cold and dark.
He is no longer the brightest angel in the crowd.
He is one single angel that will never be mine again.
The one single angel I will never want again.
Just one single angel.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
Earth is sleep in sound tonight
Yet in the eyes of stars well up oceans of sadness
The streets are filled with undenying yern to live
The smells of blood courses the air
In the young and old
Not a silent completion
Not a singal comfort in a drink nor a shot of ****** to behave lively
Only death awaits in alleys
Darkness falls in dead end roads
The earth is sound in sleep tonight
It tells stories of humen nature changing and exchanging gifts for the weak
No child lay still in thier beds
No mothers arms are full but empty with weary heartbreaks
Fathers cry in rage of self pitty and drive to another rage to prison bars
No glory here In the sound of night
No hope nor will to dream but to **** the sun
And all that is left are the stars that shed little light
Still not giving up on these children who cry in the night.
© Copyright 2013 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
waiting
what am I waiting for
I'm never good enough
my words are vacuous
I pretend they aren't
I act like they mean something beautiful but my words are empty and you can try to wring them out
hope that some meaning drips from the dried out shell
but I can promise you they are useless
and how do you expect me to be okay with myself when the only way I am given to communicate is faulty and the connection is bad
I speak like the static on tv channels, hardly any singal
and the fuzziness dominates over the show
it would probably be best if you change the channel, because the connection is lost
I am so lost, and coming after me is of no use
I'm already far too gone
drifting in and out of sanity
in and out of those static channels
if you come after me youll just become lost too
I'm a disease, I'm contagious
just turn back while you still can
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
Life.
Time is all it is,
where us humans create
unnecessary events to fill our empty schedules.
To fathom a purpose out of electric currents running through our brains for us to do something for that one moment...
a singal time span; starting, and then ending as quickly as the thought came.
It's funny.
It's funny that we have to set goals,
so that we don't go crazy.
We need something to do.
Everyday,
And every second of the day,
we have to do something.
And while time is in play,
as it always is,
when will it stop?
As soon as I die?
No, but then if not then,
then when?
Because just like my life will end,
so will life in gerneral;
come to an end.
Everything has a time span of when
it will come to a stop.
It's only a matter of time.
And a question of:
when?
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
It might take, a thousand years.
To love you, to be in you're arms.
I might seem, visibly clear.
But my heart, I want to share.
With a singal beat, you turn me to leaves.
And I'm flying, picked up by the breeze.
As I'm floating, in through the clouds.
I see the suns reflection, mirror of you're eyes.
I was blind, but now I see.
Something so beautiful, I have to keep.
No more time has shed, we can be together.
2 open hearts, closed into 1.
Now is forever, and the past is the past.
Your all I need, and I know everything will last.
Time could be fictional, but you're real to me.
At last we're together, and forever will be.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC