They say life ends with regrets
and stands still to correct
the void in time, lines form anew,
a mind becomes one with the few
who have lived...
Momma says that everyone dies...
Did you ever think about that?
\"everyone dies\"...
Why? Why would God choose to take
what he\'s given, remake
the binds in heaven
reform the lives of the living?
The purpose in life seems almost clear
evade the hand of God\'s, live in fear
that one day, death, rather, collection
of souls takes another toll and infection
of regret sows in the hearts, left alone...
Momma lies...
We don\'t die
We wake up...
Looking Glass - version xeoii by xeoii, literature
Literature
Looking Glass - version xeoii
If my life were to end this day
would few or none morn?
If my life were to end this night
would the norm extend over what I\'ve torn?
Would my mark in my friends remain in stone?
Or would my soul stand and pray alone?
If I\'ve done so much to make a change
Then how will death cause it to rearrange?
Will tears come full? or Smiles crack thin?
Would the victim have lost?
Would the unjust then win?
Then my first grade teacher!!
THAT LYING FART!!!
\"You can make a difference,
with your mind and your heart.\"
Enough with this
Give me real
Don\'t leave me with bliss
Something no one could kneel before
and reach
So you want to know?
The truth,
We live in a world of peace
of release
in which the switch of eternal
clinches to faith,
to love, to hate
to flows of pain
that surfaces in a time create
remain alone... not likely
Now, the truth...
A world is only the binds of
the mind
in time and rhyme
rhyme of creation, inflation
of the societal plights in trite
unalleviated nights within
the sunrises, only to recede
with the greed we feel in cries
in the elevated, enumerated,
contemplated forms of grated
cheddars of the truth...
the shreds disperse and melt in the cold
of darkened sunrises...
surprises...
no...
we only want th
Crestfallen beauty
hidden in wings
Deprived of dignity
pale from stings
Your halo forgotten
for the love of such pain
Your harp rust rotten
for the truth of the tamed
Prism shards shed from the eye
Hate and rage flame from the time
of your unjust cry
Love and peace abandoned in rhyme
I stand in horror
Forced to trace
the crippled protector
A mirror\'s webbed face
The heavens collide with
dimensions of fear
As Earth falls from myth
at the moistened ground of a tear
Only grabbing my rear,
can comfort me like this
The bathroom seems so far from here
The load, it can\'t resist
Inch by inch, step by step
I shuffle, never zoom
Before my feet could reach the seat
My bro comes in, and with a evil grin
pulls me from the room
The stuffed up Crow cries NEVERMORE
As I await the creaky door
Seconds like hours, pounding my mind
and even more on my squeezing behind
Creaky Crack, the door moans from the entrance
My bro strolls out with a smug face
Again! Me and the toilet... THE LONG DISTANCE!!!
Scooting forward, pressures high pace
(The next verse, I\'ll just erase)
The ends is here, I
I can\'t do this anymore
I LIED, you\'re all that I want
no more, no less
my heart, the phoenix,
in a game of chess, the pieces reform
as your beauty taunts these weary eyes
weary to resistance, compliance with
the simplicity of being disgustingly horrid.
Regardless, in time, and rhyme, I must continue.
Though your vows may lie with another, my soul
stands true, as that my life, lacking you, becomes \"if\'s\"
I live
Only to mock the stars as you dream in my arms,
as the stars would no longer shine
no longer glow,
no longer exist,
as they\'ve been succeeded by you
your laugh, your smile
your touch, your eyes
The heart holds time,
its hands strike twelve
This slave in eyes and mind
Caged by beauty twines, I fell,
grasped for air, grabbed nothing but.
I struggled the smiles I threw about
I took the strains, the satisfaction vomits out.
I acted like the wounds lacked pain, the scars remained.
For my flees of flesh I spoke of before
Became lands of fallacy. Truths, paper torn.
Laid in heaps of hopeless chimes the clock compares
lacking to the heart\'s new cries.
Strike a match, the fire sizzles, then drizzles from
above seep into shards of love, that prism. I strived for a mirror
to return that passion, ensnared by others.
I write the world for you,
not the chance of a glance at
the thought that I may become
yours, property of infinite beauty
property of eternal fantasy.
Cause, there must not exist justice
when push comes to shove, and higher
when below to above, and desire.
I write the mind for you,
not the hope of physical.
I sowed, I flowed with passion
I bury seeds of devotion, emotion
my timeless potions of incredible
commotion over you, the lotion, smoothing
my life, filling the voided knife marks
of isolation, forgotten as you appear.
I write the body for you,
not the fantasy within
not the stereotypic sins.
I long for
Time to break the fake of
enumerated, jaded,
double-plated blades of verbal
bait that the brother smothers
left fluttered, muddled
in puddles of spiritual blood
Games end while life floods
with mental petals of flowery
thoughts, deaf to the wind\'s slice
bringing ice of silence, isolation
of the creation of bypassed compliance
to disregard the bard\'s song of honor
for the opposite sex, \"ambiguously gay\"
labeled onto those who correct the
societal lashing, clashing with traditional
norms, forms of equality bind minds
to newly trite cliché
being nice equating to
being gay, but in the end...
the rules bend, the scar
These tears fall,
fall for the silence
of a night, silent in my mind
in my heart, in my voice
The tears fall,
fall for the shadows
of those among me, riddled with Caesar's blood
dried, searching for more
Tears fall,
fall for the sun
of the Heavens, granting beauty
granting disgust, granting pain
A tear falls,
falls for the heart
of the lovers, blessed with another
and leaving me alone
My tears fall,
fall for the dreams
dreams of infinite obstacles
dreams I'll never reach
dreams I'll never dream
dreams I'll never recall
dreams faded in the darkness of reality
dreams turned nightmares
dreams of life..
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my mind to keep
For life, this time, seems a lost cause
My world implodes with painless flaws
That no one acknowledges
No one cares
We all stand on edges
We live on prayers
that, in hope, will happen then
From need into true
from fresh to end
The painless cracks hide within my chest
You picture perfect,
Hope for the best
So lord I pray,
Toss me a chance
loan me that blessing
lend me your hands
Give me the way
to follow you true
Open this mind
Free it from crude
Cleanse my close ones
Who claim their love
for me found truth
When they show such affection
I dream of this place unknowingly, a source of deja vu:
The stars smear the sky, as if to chase away the sun,
leafless trees sway in the gentle whispers of space
specks of stars decorate the tree limbs, one by one
starlight, star bright, too many stars at once tonight
can\'t wish this time, I save it in the air, \"To be loved.\"
to reach a level of acceptance, and admiring the power of darkness
to erase one\'s facial flaws, to dress the face in the most beautiful of nothingness.
The grass smokes mist, prismic nets, snatching moonlight.
The air snaps, wind claps, whispers \"I\'m here now...\"
the mist, the trees, branches, ea
I write the world for you,
not the chance of a glance at
the thought that I may become
yours, property of infinite beauty
property of eternal fantasy.
Cause, there must not exist justice
when push comes to shove, and higher
when below to above, and desire.
I write the mind for you,
not the hope of physical.
I sowed, I flowed with passion
I bury seeds of devotion, emotion
my timeless potions of incredible
commotion over you, the lotion, smoothing
my life, filling the voided knife marks
of isolation, forgotten as you appear.
I write the body for you,
not the fantasy within
not the stereotypic sins.
I long for
The heart holds time,
its hands strike twelve
This slave in eyes and mind
Caged by beauty twines, I fell,
grasped for air, grabbed nothing but.
I struggled the smiles I threw about
I took the strains, the satisfaction vomits out.
I acted like the wounds lacked pain, the scars remained.
For my flees of flesh I spoke of before
Became lands of fallacy. Truths, paper torn.
Laid in heaps of hopeless chimes the clock compares
lacking to the heart\'s new cries.
Strike a match, the fire sizzles, then drizzles from
above seep into shards of love, that prism. I strived for a mirror
to return that passion, ensnared by others.
I can\'t do this anymore
I LIED, you\'re all that I want
no more, no less
my heart, the phoenix,
in a game of chess, the pieces reform
as your beauty taunts these weary eyes
weary to resistance, compliance with
the simplicity of being disgustingly horrid.
Regardless, in time, and rhyme, I must continue.
Though your vows may lie with another, my soul
stands true, as that my life, lacking you, becomes \"if\'s\"
I live
Only to mock the stars as you dream in my arms,
as the stars would no longer shine
no longer glow,
no longer exist,
as they\'ve been succeeded by you
your laugh, your smile
your touch, your eyes
Only grabbing my rear,
can comfort me like this
The bathroom seems so far from here
The load, it can\'t resist
Inch by inch, step by step
I shuffle, never zoom
Before my feet could reach the seat
My bro comes in, and with a evil grin
pulls me from the room
The stuffed up Crow cries NEVERMORE
As I await the creaky door
Seconds like hours, pounding my mind
and even more on my squeezing behind
Creaky Crack, the door moans from the entrance
My bro strolls out with a smug face
Again! Me and the toilet... THE LONG DISTANCE!!!
Scooting forward, pressures high pace
(The next verse, I\'ll just erase)
The ends is here, I
The Curse Of Formal Verse by SomeInspiringTitle, literature
Literature
The Curse Of Formal Verse
Nothing is harder than writing formal verse;
We struggle and we try to wrack our heads,
But all words fail, our poems are a curse.
The creators of such forms were most perverse,
Taking pleasure from poets wishing they were dead.
Nothing is harder than writing formal verse.
A failed writer shakes his empty purse.
He is determined to, once more, be fed.
But all words fail, his poems are a curse
The Villanelle, The Sestina; a hearse
Waiting for that poet, writhing in his bed.
Nothing is harder than writing formal verse.
An inmate of an asylum calls the nurse
He tried to write a sonnet in his shed
But all his words failed, his poem
Sup all:
If you're new to this, I'll be posting quotes that I've thought of throughout my trials and tribulations.
6) He who doesn't laughs is the butt of the joke.
7) Guns don't kill people, bullets do.
8) Don't be a leader, it's good to have someone to blame.
9) If your friend runs by and an axe murderer asks you where he went, tell him. It'll be a funny story later.
10) Don't pee in the middle urinal...
Sup all:
If you're new to this, I'll be posting quotes that I've thought of throughout my trials and tribulations.
1) The difficulty of untying your swimming trunks is directly proportional to how bad you have to pee.
2) Life if like a box of chocolates... you have to smash some to get what you want.
3) Life begins with "L" and ends with "E." You'll Learn and Experience until you die, without those, it's nothing more than "IFs."
4) Life is like toilet paper, it'll run out sooner or later, it's how you use it that counts.
5) I'm not fat... I'm allergic to air.
I like vague poems, but I only really use vagueness when the topic is something really personal. In general I'm a really blunt person and I guess that shows through in my writing. I'll try to write a super-vague thing next! But it's gonna rhyme. I missed rhyming.
Heh, I never claimed to be showing both sides of an issue. ALL of my poems are one-sided, they're about me and my outlooks rather than a true picture of what really is. For example, I wrote --Fighting-- about someone I know. You think they see that fight the same way I did? No. Everyone has their own views, and I don't pretend to present them all.
Thanks so much for visiting my website and writing on the tagboard!!!! I felt all special when I saw that lol. Unfortunately I don't have AIM, I uninstalled it a few months ago. I really only use MSN these days. But if you happen to have MSN give me a shout!