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Poetry club - Poems, ballads, lyrics. Words with sentiment are to be shared here.

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  2. Make shift word play,laxodazical word "Eb' And Flow'". Constricted, entwined 'entangled A cacophony of word show. A stuck-strapped to the bottom of your boots Sinking feeling you know. You lost, remembered. Forgot and found. Quietly stuffing the brightest and quietest dreams you've allowed. Stricken and stitch meaning to all but that and this. The Curved and curling meaning stretched just out of grasp. Bending at the balance for what you wish to take...but they had none to give . ///// Make shift word play Eb and Flow A cocophany of word show You lost...remembered... forgot and found- The Curved and curling meaning stretched just out of grasp Laxodazical, constricted.. entwined.. entangled A stuck strapped to the bottom of your boots quietly stuffing the brightest and quietest dream you've allowed A sinking feeling bending at the balance for what you wish to take Stricken and stitch meaning to all but that and this for I have much to give.
  3. Routine? I feel like I've lived a million years but my card says seventeen And I feel like I've seen you before but maybe it was just a dream 'Cause even though I remember your name maybe it's just a scene I made up in my head when I was lonely ... lonely on the balance beam But then again I feel like I've said your name before, under covers when I was nineteen Nineteen? Can't be, I've only lived seventeen years, see, it says so right here in my bloodstream And I know we couldn't have met 'cause you say you've been sick since you were in between And you couldn't have made it out of the hospital, not even with the best darn scheme But, still, in my bones, every day, I feel like I've touched your hair while we were in the limousine You looked so nervous on the way to the prom even though you fit the "Beauty Queen" theme And I knew right then and right there I wanted to marry you with a wedding like the ones on the silver screen And when I think about it hard enough I can kind of remember sitting outside in the middle of a daydream And you came up to me, smile so wide, you looked so darn pretty and said, "My name's Jean. It's real nice to meet ya, I don't mean to keep ya, but would you like to be on my team?" So we played all day and your skirts got all muddy but you still looked as elegant as a queen And when you went home that night I remember, I was sitting in my room late December gleam And I couldn't forget the way your eyes lit up like the 4th of July when you said you were a year older than my fourteen But now that I recall I'm a year older than you, June ... can't be! I vividly remember you bathed in a moonbeam Hair tied up with curls framing your face, freckles on your nose not a single one out of place, something I've never unseen So how then, tell me, how can this be? You're a year younger than me? Sick in your room with a sickness so extreme You can't leave the hospital for a second. Where did this go wrong? Tell me, who changed the leaves? They're no longer evergreen ... Now I'm sitting on your bed, my hand on your head, watching your eyes tear up and you light up like a sunbeam "Marco ... is that you?" And I feel my heart tear in two, why does that name sound so familiar? Is this simply routine? "Jean?" I whisper, my lips trembling with the effort and I feel like I might scream Seeing you their, your name unknown to me, I feel like I'm next up for the guillotine "I knew it," you whisper, your voice so soft, "I knew you'd come back!" you say all agleam And I can't manage to do anything but cry as my shoulders shake and I feel like I swallowed gasoline "Don't cry," you smiles and though it's weak it calms my soul, "I know we'll meet downstream And when I see your smile, next time we meet, no sickness, death or things unforeseen Will have the power to keep me away from you, for I will break out midstream If that is what it takes to live a life with you, in love, like when we were nineteen."
  4. Pretend, Play, Puncture ... Pretend The feel of your skin against my tongue Devilishly sinful yet so delicious I've always had trouble, ever since I was young But watching you squirm under me has me feeling avaricious And I can't think of a single thing that has ever been sung That sounds better than you when you're trying not to be suspicious ... It's like the feeling I get when I claw at your skin just to see if you can persevere It's the feeling I get when I bite your lip just to taste the blood The feeling I get when I burn your eyes so it's a struggle just to see clear Yes, it's like the feeling I get when I tighten the rope just to hear your heart thud ... Everybody likes to play pretend but none like it as much as I 'Cause I can be the sweetest little boy who would never do wrong Until I flip the script and decide it's the time you either cry or accept the lie Because even though you may sing the chorus I'm the one writing the song ... Devil in me or devil in you? Who really cares to tell? I'm too busy downing whiskey to set your lungs afire So if you think I'm the devil just wait 'til you're his shell So you can try to put out Hell's fire before you expire. Hush now, don't say a word ... I'll show you how to handle it Breathe in, take a breath, hold it 'til it hurts your lungs Feel my hands around your throat, sorry sorry hypocrite Tried to sell me down the river just to speak in tongues! Nobody lies to a liar and escapes the devils wrath Don't try to trick a trickster or they'll trick you right back But no matter what I say you won't learn your lesson in the aftermath For my greed is more than king Midas' and without the drawback I have no need for mercy, empathy or tears when I have a bloodbath And if I can bathe in your organs when all is said and done I'll gladly attack No mercy for a liar, no mercy for your tricks, no mercy from a psychopath Who's sick of your detestable melody and harmony, no longer my Prozac I'll write a better song anyway, and she'll sing it like she's on the warpath Little nymphomaniac, angel turned devil, yeah she'll be my insomniac! The feel of your skin against my tongue Devilishly sinful yet so delicious I've always had trouble, ever since I was young But watching you squirm under me has me feeling avaricious And I can't think of a single thing that has ever been sung That sounds better than you when you're trying not to be suspicious ...
  5. Title: Smile You're smile, I see it only in my own and you're touch, I feel it every time I moan. Its too much, in bed and alone, a cold husk since you all I've known. The warmth dear, makes me feel at home, its cold here that's why I'm writing this poem; I just hope, that you don't know, I can't cope, where did you go? I'm selfish, telling you this, selfish but I'm eating my fist. This dark world, was so much brighter when you, opened my eyes to a whole other view, but right now, that views looking dim, because someones here and your not him. He's talking in my ear and making me grin, I'm buying him a beer though I know its a sin. He's drawing me nearer, is our love fleeting? Because I feel like I'm floating right up to the ceiling! But I cry when he wants a smile, inside, I'm so in denial. Bedside has gone out of style, because from you I'm only a mile. And this thought it torments me so, I don't want to stay but should I go, oh I don't know... Honey you'd like him, its true I swear, you not even here, why should you care? I'm sorry, I just wish I could run my fingers through your hair. Its ungodly, this feeling of despair. And now into the photo albums I stare, our pictures weary with wear and tear, covered up by an unlikely pair. Family called me and I came running, but I live regretfully, its not that shocking. 3 years hold me here, tiny hands and words of cheer; and 54 years hold me down, but not enough to drown. I've turned my smile to a frown, worn once to many a wedding gown; If I'm to see you once more, I'll be sure to bring something you'll adore. Bathtub water play and play, soap is fun but I cannot delay; we will see you today, my baby.
  6. Title: Demon in Leather This is not love, its a disease. I'm down on my knees, you were not sent from above. "Demon in leather, kiss it all better", you are my master, cannot forget her. Blood on the sheets, curtains, walls, mirror! Who is that girl, what is this horror? I'm pinching myself to wake up from this night terror! The cuff's, so deceitful, whip only knows evil, master's medieval, this is illegal. Shards of glass fragment my past; bruises and slashes turn me to ashes. I am his slut, the girl in the mirror, wish she would cut, but then I'd feel her. Lines on the walls, missing bathroom stalls, dreaming of void and skulls and being meat for the gulls. Sadism, my decision, escapism my ambition, finale the barrel of a gun; But I don't even think I can run... I told him it wasn't that fun, he laughed as if it couldn't be undone, I told him I wanted to see the sun, he said if he'd sinned what was just another one? Is this what I deserve, to serve, to be the curb to the stomp, the reverb to the romp? I can't cope, I won't hope, its not that I've given up just that I was destined for this from the start. I've gotta play the part, bulls-eye for the dart; play the part and cry in the dark... My mind its numb, maybe that'll help my body some; I'm his gum, spit me out when he's done. This is not what I expected, he's supposed to stop when I objected, but now I've been subjected, no longer protected. Its not like I don't understand, after all I am this man kicking myself around in a tin can, no, its that I do; and I hate you... A feeling so raw, nostalgic awe, a saving grace now a damning disgrace, I had no time to brace. Pain saved me, I loved him so; gave him the key and whispered, "Don't let go". But the key was not for me, but for my pretty, pretty little bitches, used to sing that song inside my head. Oh yes my pretty, pretty little bitches, watch them scream and wail until their all dead. But we all cry at funerals, even for dolls, yes we all cry at funerals before shopping malls. And now my blood rushes from my head, whatever happened to pretend? And on his face no smile cured, whatever happened to the safe word? Yes I am him and I know the answer for I've given in to this cancer. Knock on the door, merry laughter, blood on the floor, get the pastor. Note: I gave a lot of thought to this poem so I hope you guys all liked it! ~♥
  7. Title: Plea of the Godly Begone thou bygone admonition, asperser of mine ambition, bite thy tongue and holler for by noon you'll lie in squalor. These streets I tread are filled with dead, livestock, human, interbred. Mangled corpses moan and wail, though their cries for pity all but fail. In my hand hold I a coin, a choice, a reputation. And as if by some divine intervention, upon its face do I chance my reflection. What lies yonder these pathetic streets, gold in hand feasting upon sordid meats? Nay I say, I won't fall prey, to Christ's temptation, not today. I scrounge for naught but mine own gain, but I scrounge nonetheless, what a freeing pain. Now dirt does these my duds besmirch, yet you'll see me on my knees in church. And with Mother Mary's gaze upon me I'll petition not for piety nor pity; I'll plead not for salvation nor money. For mine own divine tenacity I bow the knee and bleed; Though banefully ugly , I would never concede. These mutterings leave my mouth as shields barring me from heaven's yields. I pray alone for I am lonely, praying only for mine own story. Hath God not bestowed upon this mortal form all? Would I truly wish Him from heaven's throne fall? Nay, thanksgiving is the only tonic He will taste, the only sacrifice I will baste. In mine hands clench I the dust to which again return I must. And in mine eyes a tear doth furrow for humanity is just so. This writhing heat upon my palms, diluting under the slightest pressure, this is mans qualms; societies indenture. This shrinking weakness caking my wrist is nothing less than my wife's lustful tryst. Let it come, the frightsome black kingdom, wherein doth plague drown the hag, Mary. Why doth the ground rumble, doth the second coming's trumpet hark? Nay, for the church's crumble; their candles burnt out and all's gone dark. This vision I see everyday in the most wearisome to the most wealthy of company; for despite their facade's they will all fall prey to devilry. Am I yet the only one holy? Mothers Mary's rosary chills me to the bone, Christ's pain ignites my blood in flame. So close to my breast hold I his name, yet am I not one in the same? The difference lies within for with the multitude tis a game. "Deliver the sick, cure the lame", you've only yourselves to blame. Seek and ye will find, yet an evil sign not thine, appears before thee now. Yet in the cradle of my hand rests abundant mammon, enough to cure thee of thine deserving famine. But what good would charity do now for a faithless sycophantic sow? I bid thee well, adieu, ye erroneous apostate and command thee grovel in thine gluttonous state. The taste of blood and sedition of gore is all you now adore. Satan's whore, flagellation will do thee good no more. Related Bible Verses (KJV): Psalm 82:6-8; Philippians 4:13; Matthew 7:6, 14; 16:4; 17:20; 25:14-30. Note: The above verses lend great value in the interpretation of this poem so I would advise you read them if you have time. ♥~Always remember, you are having a great day~♥ -LILDOOP
  8. My Girlfriend is a Garden. My girlfriend is a garden and she grows every day Her green hair looked so pretty when I watered it today And her brown skin's sprouting flowers just like it's child's play I just hope she doesn't get too big to keep this way But if she does at least she won't have withered away ... My girlfriend is a garden and she likes when I sing my song They say music helps grow flowers and she says it helps her along 'Cause she believes I could never sing a single note wrong And I just hope she doesn't get too big 'til she can no longer belong But if she does at least she'll have heard my song for so long ... My girlfriend is a garden and she's started growing trees The flowers on her fingers are the same as on her knees And she's got birds coming to greet her with happiness and ease 'Cause I opened up a window so she could feel the breeze And I just hope she doesn't get too big for me to please But if she does at least she'll have the birds, bugs and bees My girlfriend is a garden and I give her all my love and time For she makes me so overtly happy, especially in the springtime When she lights up with flowers and holds her wind chime I just hope she doesn't get too big for me to kiss at bedtime But if she does at least she'll have natures company and thyme ... Yes, my girlfriend is a garden and I love her with my whole heart She's eternally joyful, full of light and such a sweetheart And I just hope she never grows too big that it keeps us apart But if she does at least she'll know my love for her will never depart.
  9. Dangerous Game It's a dangerous game we play Up late at night when no one's awake Yeah, it's a dangerous game to stay This close to you when we might break And it's a dangerous game to look your way When I know we're both hiding, so fake Yeah, it's a dangerous game for us to lay Under the stars, back of your car, beside the lake ... What a dangerous game, but I can't stay away When you look at me like that, I begin to shake And even though it's a dangerous game we say, "Nobody can catch us if we make it back by daybreak." What a dangerous game we play in the middle of the day And sometimes it's too hard to wait, oops, my mistake 'Cause this dangerous game is starting to weigh On my heart, my lungs, causing this headache And this dangerous game may just get us today And I swear, I hope this doesn't end in heartbreak 'Cause this dangerous game feels like a holiday When you're the one I see right when I awake And in this dangerous game we're no longer targets or prey When we're in the back of your car, we don't have to hit the brake 'Cause in this dangerous game you get my mind back on that hallway Before your puffin' on a cigarette like you need the smokey intake Yeah, in this dangerous game you live like such a castaway That the smoke makes your lips taste like an earthquake 'Cause in this dangerous game you make my earth sway Every time you look at me like you have to do a double take ...
  10. Ash. Cigarettes as painkillers, why did I think that would work? Drown my sorrow 'til tomorrow with the flick of a spark And I'm working on something that needs more teamwork But I'm busy choking on smoke out in the dark ... Alcohol and painkillers mixing in my throat Choke back the pills just to fight back the smoke And I thought I could calm my shaking with a coat But my bones seem to ache as if they've been broke She says I taste like ash when I kiss her lips I guess I don't taste the same as I did when we met And she says my hands shake when I touch her hips So when she falls asleep I smoke another cigarette I can't keep her happy anymore, I think that happened a while back 'Cause she used to kiss me like I was her world, everything she needed me to be But now she stares into space when she thinks I'm busy with another pack And barely kisses me at all when we meet ... so why does she stick around with me? Swallowing back another round of painkillers I try to force my hand to stop shaking It's been trembling all day, the veins visibly pulsing with alcohol and ash Every breath and every step sends my head reeling with thoughts that send me quaking And I can't seem to figure out how to fix my problem, I'm down to my last bit of cash ... She says I look like I've been crying but I swear it's just the smoke 'Cause I'm on my last pack of cigarettes and the rooms filled with their scent She says my eyes look darker than usual and I can tell she hopes it's a joke But I've never been good at those, jokes I mean, they never come out how I meant In her eyes I see the coldest shade of fear and she takes my shaking hands in her steady ones, tight She looks me right in my cold, dead eyes and swears she's gonna make this night worth my time So I try my best to focus on her, on the way she's focused one me, but my mind wanders back to the sparks light Sitting beside me she looks so heartbroken and I know my silence is nothing if not a crime Standing outside the store I can't help but wonder how my eyes must look in this light Red shades casting shadows over my face that I fear make me look like a devil And as I look up at the sky with smoke in my lungs, I let this cloud out into the night Watching it twirl, separate and vanish I go back to our springtime revel ... In the smoke filled room she caught my eye with the way she kept on dancing Like some sort of mystical creature enclothed in smoke and lights Her eyes locked on mine and she flashed me a smile so entrancing That I kept coming back just to see her light up even the darkest nights And as I sit outside, my knees aching as they press into the concrete I can feel the blood in my lungs starting to rise and I clench my teeth Imagining her finding my body sends me down a backstreet And I hope to God, if He's up there, he has pity on those who're beneath ...
  11. Isn't She Perfect? It's a cold, cold day in late, late fall And you look so pretty walkin' through the mall Hair let down past your waist, your high heels makin' you tall And I can't help but think about everything I love about you, I love it all! You long hair curled around your finger as you talk with your friend Laughin' like you're an angel and I hope that beautiful smile never has to end 'Cause you look so beautiful, rosy cheeks, a beauty I can't even comprehend And I know you're perfect in every single way, 'cause you're the perfect girlfriend And every time I see you, I can't help but stare 'Cause you always look so pretty and it just isn't fair It's like God sent down an angel who walks on air So perfect, so beautiful, you answer every prayer And someday I hope to have a child with you, my dear I know you'd make the perfect mother, I can tell from here And I know someday we'll be married and I'll cry when you come near 'Cause I know you'll look so pretty, all in white, so perfectly pure and clear Yeah, it's a cold, cold day in late, late fall And you look so pretty walkin' through the mall With your high heels makin' you look so tall And I just know it's my name, not his, you're going to call ...
  12. Moment of Peace Reality gives way to fantasy I can be everything I want to be And in this moment there is safety In the space that hides inside reality Not everything is always as it seems Sometimes happiness is only found in dreams Sometimes safety is found inside of the screens And almost always that is where my heart leans Evading reality like the black plague Diving in deeper 'til my heart starts to drag But it brings me such peace, I can't raise the flag No white colours waving, on the branches they snag "Sensory overload!" my mind starts to shout Too much time spent in reality, I need to get out So I turn away again to return to my hideout Where I am free in the space between reality's roundabout A million miles away somebody says my name Somebody sees my face and somebody knows my pain A million miles away somebody plays the game That leaves me smiling ear-to-ear as I do it all again Detaching from reality I find a moment of peace Suddenly all my insides start to increase My lungs coughing up blood create a masterpiece And I don't bother wondering when it will cease I have safety in my land of fake friends and memories And these moments give way to momentary remedies So I'll wear these smiles like their my accessories And when I return to reality? They'll go in the treasuries.
  13. Dream Dreams. In a world full of melancholy, I could not sit around Just watching every day pass as the world turned upside down It was my wish to make it, create it, and build it up from the ground A magical moment, a mystical sound, a thriving ocean in which for us to drown! Behind the glass lay the desolate kingdom of smog Humanity let the world rot and vanish in the fog But I built a new one, a perfect prologue To the pre-post-present world of my own monologue! With magic and whimsy alight in the air And perfect pink parasols light and fair I started a tune and didn't stop there For I needed a song so impossibly rare ... With my mind on over time I wrote a symphony Lyrics over lines shall play for all eternity And to this perfect tune I spin dizzily 'Round and 'round into infinity! Dreams on dreams creating dreamy dreams of dreaming Every time I close my eyes my mind is teeming With so many dreams I could never stop screaming Lyrics and lines, dreams and visions eternally streaming! Forget the world I left behind so many years ago I used to lose my mind on alibis and eternally insolent woe But, as you may be able to tell, I've learned to let it all go Lose my woe on this eternally imperfectly perfect one-man show! With so many thoughts running through my mind I have to find the time to stop and rewind Take my brain out and write down all I find So every room is full of this intricate design! In this, my perfect world, I find no one to stop me Not a single soul can ever, the things I've built, see And, on the tip of my tongue, is ever present glory Looking on in wonder at this vision of ecstasy! My creation is mine own and this world mine own creation If I deem it impossible to meet it, no one ever shall see this nation For I have built it with mine own two hands and formed the foundation By my own work I've created an entire world of eternal liberation! So in my dreams I dream of dreamers dreaming of my dreams But instead of the thoughts that fill my head, their own burst at the seams And with my dreams within their dreams they dream of dreaming streams Streams of gold and lilac sunshine on the world's face as it beams ... So forget the world with all it's woes, lies and alibis Instead dream dreams and believe in all you fantasize For you will bring it all to life through your very own eyes So, my dear, dream dreams of symphonies you will bring alive! "We are the music-makers and we are the dreamers of dreams." -Willy Wonka (1971)
  14. Reading this particular poem made me think... I sincerely do not regret creating this club. I've gotten to see plenty of insightful words and tales like this one.
  15. Regretful Reputation When you make a reputation for yourself, it tends to stick Maybe somebody should'a told me that before I got sick 'Cause on my dying bed now I still got this tick And no way to make it better with the clouds this thick They rolled in fast and turned grey quick Rain came down and I felt slick 'Cause I felt like nature was in on the trick Maybe I was wrong, yeah, I was a skeptic Spent all my time second-guessing the arithmetic Got off on hearing people call me a lunatic But now I'm just feeling really homesick Wondering if I'll ever again get to see your lipstick Wondering if you're feelin' real seasick On your way out, lit your lamp's wick And I remember our sea-side picnic Your face lit up by the fire of the candlestick You looked like you rode over on a broomstick Witch-like beauty but you'd never be my sidekick So I never told you about my part in the uptick Of deaths in our town, 'cause it'd have been a kick Right to your stomach and I couldn't stomach seeing you panic But now you're all I think about as I hear the clock tic ...
  16. Fake It 'til You Break It I hate faking smiles 'cause I know you'll believe me And nothing else, no, that is all you will see And when I speak you say, "How can that be? Because to me you look awfully free." I hate faking laughs 'cause I know you'll believe them Completely ignoring the blood on my hem Completely ignoring the ever growing stem Of darkness, despair and inner mayhem It feels like a lie Every time I reply 'Cause I'd like to die But I still have to try ... I don't know why I do it, try to keep up this facade When I'd rather be casting blood on the house of God No, I don't know why I do it, look away from where I've clawed But every time I play this game of lies you all applaud It is really quite a funny thing, living with my brain Sometimes I think I'm a genius, other times ... insane 'Cause nothing ever pleases me as much as grotesque pain So I suppose I'll tear it down, drop the mask and bathe in your blood rain Yes, I suppose I'll burn this town and everything it holds dear Watch everything go up in flames as my eyes, filled with blood, clear For I am now your rightful god, your ruler and domineer I am no longer fake, no, I accept my fate ... as a lonely pioneer.
  17. Who's Is It? I wake up with blood on my hands From whom? I know not But crimson covers my tangled hair strands And I fear they soon will rot ... Give way to another day And spend everything I bring All these words I will say Have no affect on anything I wake up with blood under my nails From whom? I know not But this crimson forms liquid details I fear bring too much thought ... Give way to another night And spend everything I am All these things I scream in fright Paralyze my diaphragm I wake up with blood on my teeth From whom? I know not But my tongue, crimson hides underneath And I taste every drop ... sickening, coppery, hot Who's is it?
  18. I Want to Go Back Who stopped the wind from blowing? Who jammed up all the gears? Who stopped my body from growing? Who started this ring in my ears? It's a silent day for dying A cold day for trying A good day for lying Is that what you're implying? Silence doesn't exist in my mind No, my mind's not too kind Spends all it's time confined So it confines me wherein it lined Stupid words fill my head I wish I were simply dead Tie me up with your thread And send me off to bed ... I can't sleep and I can't dream Nothing is as it does seem Shine your electric beam And I swear I'll scream No threats can scare A nightmare You're aware So you don't care Send me back to darkness, send me back to death Send me back to tear stained nights and my last breath Send me back ... Send me back ...
  19. Title: Headstone You're smile, it never went out of style, no I can see it now even while... You rest. And you're touch, you said it didn't mean much, but the hugs that you gave pulled me outta my grave; so just know, I'll be brave. And that voice, it cancelled out the noise of all those other boys whose compliments were just ploys; so please realize, for you alone had I eyes. But you're tears, even you couldn't stop them from falling. and you're fears, even I couldn't stop you from stalling. So please stop, don't you know I can hear you calling... And these scars, well photo albums just aren't enough! Damn, you could always call my bluff... Without you, I'm just not enough... I need you're shoulder. It was always there to cry on, dry my tears and make me bolder; now I just wish you were older, but I'll carry on... So please rest peacefully, don't worry about me, because you've made me who I need to be. You will never be alone, because I'll come everyday to cry at your headstone; and even though you'd never ask me to I will always be with you. You're covered now in dew, the soft morning breeze something only once you knew. But I'll be here through and through to keep on reminding you... I love you. So I'll tear each petal from these roses to keep your allergies at bay, and l'll sleep in mud to keep you company, I'll do it everyday; yes I'll do it all to just hear you say... Nothing. This is your headstone, its decorated with the gifts of ignorant strangers. This is your headstone, surrounded by natural dangers, things you would've avoided forever if you would've gotten better. Yes, this is your headstone, but its the best I could do... Best friend forever I failed you. But I know what you would say, "its the thought that counts". Why did you always have to be that way? Perfect... So I'll read aloud your headstone proud, to my dearest friend and love to the end, Chloe Rose 1997-2016 To my rock, my heart and my hero, you truly lived up to your name, soaked up my blood like a rose and always said we were the same, but the path you chose truly shows you were so much stronger than I, I guess now I can say I told you so, but not before I cry. Now I live with the pain you carried, to your corpse and memories I'm married, I only wish you'd tarried, It should have been me you buried. Yes I'd trade my heavenly crown, for just one more day with you on the town, I just wish you could have worn that gown, and gone with me to prom without a frown. Nothing's changed much, you inspire me day by day, I just wish we could still go outside and play. So for your soul I'll work and pray to bring to you God's grace, and one day soon, I swear, you'll even see his face. - Isabelle Carter See you later Chloe, but for now I'll leave you with this, my little purple rosary, please, have faith in me, I know I couldn't make you happy but I swear you'll see a divine eternity, though you may not see me...
  20. This is one of the best poems n this entire club, just absolutely amazing! I feel every word of this poem, beautiful; thank you for sharing.
  21. Thank you for the comment, it makes me very happy to see people really thinking about what I write and finding meaning. It inspires me to write more.
  22. My Instance Dough, dough, Fabric of my eyes. Why, why do you escalate towards the nothingness? It fell into a well, Fade, fade, The hearth of my Heart, Painless, numb, so says the Moon A hiccup of my existence, Refraction, reflection, Cast upon my shade your foam of blight, A void opened, a void shut, Knowledge came, information died, I never escalated into the nothingness, Does such a thing exist? My skin turned over, My eyes are inside out, Where then is my mind? My eyes are the void, my mind is the information, I am no finished book, I am an unfinished book, I can be nothing else.
  23. My favorite line is " Hell looks so far away from so high ". Makes me think about people judging those they see beneath them. That it's easy to disassociate and blame...when you yourself are not crawling in the mud
  24. Title: The Atmosphere "It's like hell on earth" I once heard someone say, "Earth, what's that?" I replied... You see, the moment my eyes opened I died, the rest of my life is just the decay. Normal folk would tell you I lied, but how 'bout you make up your own mind? If by the end, when you draw your last breath you agree with me, that this is no death, tell me how you feel. You feel glad, you feel gay? Maybe your honest enough to openly reel, due to the fact that you are the devil, admit it, you like being evil, we all do, after all, we originated in hell. And as you're corpse flies upon the breeze don't you forget these, your wicked pleasantries. A red vapor, blood-red mist, an angel of light, from hell you now take flight. I'll see you again tonight, forecast is rainy, guess I'll fly a kite. Its the least I can do to subdue you from becoming dew, let your last color be blue; it's enough, what you've been through. Freedom is my friend, to no imaginary God will I bend. In the end my own chest I'll rend, and in my hand I'll hold my petrified heart, and I'll squeeze every last drop for me, myself and I. Alright, its time to fly, lets take to the sky, hell looks so far away from so high, but what's this I hear, sounds of joy? I've breached the clouds, now the stars gaze upon me, The sounds of merriment grow louder increasingly, I cannot stop, cannot return, its getting hot, I can see the ozone, the sun glares at me disapprovingly as he turns and disappears, my skin tingles feverishly, an airless environment awakening my deepest fears, the atmosphere engulf's my flesh and victoriously sneers. Was hell looking down on us all along, quietly listening to our indignant song?
  25. Hidden Blindfold over both your eyes, living like you're half blind Gloves cover up both your hands, fingers never touch their kind Large hat a'top your head, covers the thoughts in your mind Mask over your unseen mouth, take it off and what would we find? "Impersonating a monster has never gone well Last boy who did it ended up in Hell! Last girl who did it, well, no one can tell 'Cause her body was curled up like a shell And her eyes were as white as when the snow fell!" "Falling in love with a monster has never been kind Last girl who did it lost her whole mind! Last boy who did it we didn't wish to find 'Cause his body was no longer aligned And his eyes were gone, they were his fine!" But even in the darkness I can still see you And even in the darkness you see me too And even though their warnings may be true I can't help but want to see this through ... Taking off your blindfold you look at me And pitch black ink is all I see Can this really, truly be? Taking of your gloves you touch my skin And an icy cold crawls within How can this begin? Taking of your hat you let your hair fall Long, starry locks to my heart call How can this be real at all? Taking off your mask you smile at me Sharp rows of teeth finally free How can this even be? "So beautiful a creature ... I never have seen With eyes like an inky, deadly ravine And hands with nails like a guillotine With hair like a starry, midnight scene And a mouth full of a silver dagger dream ... Oh, dear Lord, let her be my queen!"
  26. Will You or Won't You? It's nights like these I forget if I'm even human at all The night's silent and I'm defiant to the curtain call You won't take me ... you won't take me In the black doom of my room I sit awake There's nothing to shatter, nothing to break 'Cause everything's plastic and fake Smash it on the floor, watch it deflate You won't take me ... you won't take me Everything's silent in the world around me But I can hear Hell screaming at thee My own reflection, turns to be free Hear the Devil's unholy decree You won't take me ... you won't take me My fingers are bloody, the nails clogged with flesh I swore I'd never eat anything so fresh You won't take me ... you won't take me Sustained on this liquor, my lips burn with fire Throat aches with heat, my heart with desire And I think of your body, alight on the pyre Let my blood drip on thee, drink it up, Sire You won't take me ... you won't take me Drowning in my own blood like quicksand I see you standing over me, tall and grand but If I beg you and take your brand Will you let me drink my blood from your hand? Won't you take me ... won't you take me? It's nights like these I forget if I'm even human at all The night's silent and I'm complaint to the curtain call Won't you take me ... won't you take me?
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