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An ex Fiancee's memoryWhen a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you think of her still,
The way she hugged and kissed you,
Forgetting her you never will,
She is apart of everything you do,
Her memory is all that is left to be had,
And you cannot smile or be glad.
Don't Fall AwayRest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Instead of hate and vengeance,
Let those nights be filled with dreams,
And let your life stitch it's seams,
So that everyday doesn't blur away,
In regretful words you wished you didn't say.
My Life, My Family, My way of beingOne year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
Something gone and never forgotten,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant heart,
Who would give our all from the start.
In This DeathAnd as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
Do not cry or run away,
Though life is hard and cruel sometimes,
It is always filled with loving rhymes.
My Life Thus FarLooking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left like the nature around me,
Growing ever forward to be free,
Happiness lay in the eye of the beholder,
And I date step just a bit bolder,
Into my future knowing this,
Each sunrise is a new days kiss.
Life's cruel journeyBless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating heart,
and hear it again restart,
so we bless this broken road,
upon which life has based its code.
Forget not the TruthFaith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that can cleave,
Hopes and prayers I hold close,
In solemn regret I take another dose,
Of deceit and woes,
So that I know where true life goes,
Bless me the wondering soul,
Who wishes not to reach the goal,
Of heart and soul felt pride,
To find those things that you hide.
Never DoneWhy is your head down,
Why do you wear that wounded frown,
Take a long look around,
See where your life is bound,
The plan might not always be seen,
But it has always been,
Look into the eyes of your family and your friends,
And see that love never truly ends,
It just changes shape,
Sometimes it wears a silver cape,
And sometimes it is a bloody thorn,
Still you should never mourn,
Because love is a blessing in all its forms,
It will guide you home through all life's storms,
So wear a smile proudly,
And sing this life's song loudly,
Because in this fleeting moment,
You are truly without torment,
And you may see life is heaven's gift,
A thing to repair any rift,
And happiness is now,
What you will soon learn how,
To spread with joyous wings,
And with abundant pride it sings,
This is the life of everyone,
And in this moment we are never truly done.
The Journey is Just As FunI don't care,
what you've been or where,
How many miles you've seen,
Or how you think yourself unclean,
The world is a fucked up place,
I can see it written all over your face,
And I am just as messed up as you,
People shy away unlike I do,
I have been there and done that,
Got as many lives as a crippled cat,
Never have I been bored with life so far,
Like buying a slightly used car,
I live for the long winded trip,
And not the destinations tip,
Because I just don't care,
I whole heartily love past what some call fair,
Just because the story is better,
Through all this crappy stormy weather,
Left overs or sloppy seconds,
This smile of mine how it beckons,
To arms of true acceptance,
Let me be your life's next reference,
So you will smile and soon move on,
Even after I may be gone.
Life and DeathWhat we do and what we are
Is something so sharp it can leave a scar.
However, we are constructed this way,
And you’re life isn’t freely given away.
You can either accept our secrets
With all our false or true reasons.
You can listen to us clearly
Or forget about us quickly.
Do whatever you please
But be willing to seize
The very things you refuse to lose.
Heed our warning: you can’t refuse
That nothing is permanent.
So, you have to focus on what is current.
Playing with the past is running with scissors,
Someone’s bound to get hurt, just look in these mirrors.
What we do and what we are
Is something so sharp it can leave a scar.
Let’s play a game with Life
And be cut by their knife.
Let’s play a game with Death
And let them take away your final breath.
Open ViewI cut my hand
But it does not hurt
Like the window pane
Like the window pain
It bleeds out soft
But the colour burns
As the sunset ways away
I am departed-
All this ruby stain
All this ruby lane
But come amiss
'Neath the portal's gaping face
For which I see
In looking glass
Broke open free
The delta flows
But I feel no burdening
The dam is made
And shed its sides
Clear for the way
Clear for today
Now all is last
As I abide
A watcher for the coming rain
Hidden TreasureHidden Treasure
Men seek treasure below the sea
They dive far below the waves
They travel far and away
Spending all hours of the day
Searching in mountain caves
I climb mountains just for fun
I sail the seas for pleasure
I spend my time in other ways
I don't need to hunt for my treasure
Because she came to me
Tracks in DuskGrandeur fall
Where the light reflects
Swayed to awe
As the day injects
With a burning ray
The smallest track
Of the smallest shade
Once her breadth is plain
To a naked claim
From the shed of night
Where the sun aligns
Shown to be
Where no face detracts
All the ink enacts
Left is harsh
Under heatless flame
A single mark
With a single name
World in sharpest phase
To extend the blaze
Save the prints they make
In time they share
But a single fate
Lives they felt
In the safest days
All to know
Has long since escaped
Time will pass
And a history played
By size of acts
And their shadows made...
GatekeeperDrawn by a single angelic finger
As white as cotton clouds in morn
The flesh a child's in innocence
Where all its grace is well adorned
Veins of blue as bowl above
Where overflown the rain descends
A healing joy hid by that cloth
To ask for time to make amends
Fabric flown in wind through sky
Two halves crack the door
And all is seen in sightless peace
To feel a moment so implored
Expend an energetic wave
The site where there is shown
From inside out exuberate
Touched by one's own
There is a line now held in place
Behind which mirrors shine
Reflect back the present gazes
Who drive to ask before their time
Only be a part of passage
Depression's saving needed
When pouring gifts lie mouldering
And oldest wisdom unheeded
When eyes are rivers in themselves
Come in the loudest spike
And silent yawn the gates awake
To coo the crying souls alike
Imagined paint will always be
The master's tools to colour all
The mind a much creative being
That needs some help after a fall
So come and pierce the
D'un ailleurs parfaitLoup connu à l'infâme nom.
La manigance fraternelle
A révélé la trahison.
Celui qui portait les ficelles
D'une renommée criminelle.
Vu comme son aîné mauvais,
Loup subit la haine cruelle,
En rêvant d'un ailleurs parfait.
Dans la civilisation
Du désert, une demoiselle
En quête de libération.
Cette princesse, à la belle
Sensibilité, si fidèle,
Souhaite, loin de son palais
Explorer et prendre son aile,
En rêvant d'un ailleurs parfait.
Princesse offrira l'affection
Au loup, donnant une parcelle
D'amour et d'adoration.
Ne voyant les blessures réelles,
Tendresse est la cure essentielle
Pour une petite étincelle,
Dans le cœur du loup, éternelle.
En rêvant d'un ailleurs parfait.
Est votre âme. Le loup daignait
Cette relation fusionnelle,
En rêvant d'un ailleurs parfait.
Self-EulogyYour winter’s hammock has a seam of snow
from when your cloud-capped head weaved crystal webs.
Poetic imprints, angels inked in cold
are memories etched in your paper corpse.
You left some things, but words were not your force.
Figuring it out was the breeze. Your folds,
however, soiled your time and what is left,
your ash bed I bought, is a seal of slough.
In dreams, you draw the sewing of slain narwhals
to constellations. I console them. Have
you solved your ode that flails with paradox?
I’ve found your fields of ice, but I was lost.
In summer, you’ve stolen my voice when half
your winter’s hammock is a seal of slough.
The Guardians of Childhood (Poem)
The spirits of an innocent childhood, from long ago
Arise and always protecting, the innocent
Children who’s dreams are filled with hope, with belief
With happiness as golden sand, takes the shape
Of their deepest dreams, their deepest goals,
Their deepest desires, as the sand takes on these,
A small, silent golden man, sandman, who holds the magic
Sand, that fills the kids with dreams.
He is the childhood guardian, that protects children’s dreams,
Their innocence as they sleep, like soundly angels,
Smiling in the dark. This was the guardian I use to always be told
About, in my mother’s stories. His golden sand illuminating
The pitch black night.
Another childhood guardian, she is the one who
Protects a child’s memories, and will always hold them
Dear, whose little fairies collect their teeth without
A sound, she is Toothania, the guardian, that is as kind
And as silent as her fairies. Always letting them know
Where they can find the children’s baby teeth.
*Sneak peek* ~This is going to include 2 excerpts from two poems in My best work, which now has a title!! So here it is!! The two excerpts, and the announcement of the title!!!!!...................................................................... ........................................................................................................................................... .... "Immortal Conflict of Your Heart." XD Too long a wait, just to find out that the title isn't that cool.~
Excerpt from first poem: War
"...I am only going to lose.
Even if all the enemies are smited and dead,
I will lose.
I will lose my sanity,
and my humanity.
I will be nothing,
but a void of heat..."
Excerpt from The ninth poem: Shades of Purple, Ft. :iconBlazedragon6145:
"...What I expected was not what I got,
A hug, not a yell.
A caring heart,
Not an evil demon.
The claws I got use to,
and before I could understand,
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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