Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

And I can tell everybody
"This is the world"
"This is the real life"
"This not a dream"

But have you never ever wondered
That by the end of this verse
We might just wake up
and be cured of our curse

Sometimes I wish that I was gone
A different guy in a different home
Different Brain, Different life
A new kind of satisfied

I like myself, I like my life
but if I had a second try
I'd fix the things that I did wrong
Wouldn't end up feeling so alone

Down this spiral staircase,
Dazed, bruised and horrified
I’m jumping into this deep slender darkness
Searching and grieving
I walk the same streets time and time again
Where is my destination?
The houses I visit
They are memorable
These ruins I stopover
They feel like home
The strangers I meet
They are my missing friends
Last night I saw you
We were holding hands
I begged you to take me with you
Holding you tight
I sobbed
But
You left without me ….once again
Here I am
The shadows are still chasing me
I run these streets fast , faster
They get closer
I close my eyes
holding my breath
I ….
Jump
My distorted astral identity
Better luck , better luck …..next time.!

A perte de vue
Le royaume des epinettes
S'enneige en juillet

It's christian related as I'm beginning to find my faith but this is basically how I feel. I'm a beginner when it comes to poetry so bear with me please.

They keep me in a cage
God is with me
But I can't follow Him because of all that keep me insane

I'm chained
No Way out

Unless God's mercy pulls me through
I pray as if I received my freedom

God is with me
In this moment
All the time in my darkest hours

Manipulation
Desperation
Anxiety
Pain
Regrets...

They are holding me down
Killing me slowly
But I know when i'm in my weakest I am strong

The power of the holy spirit will set me free

Here's one more I just wrote...

Silence...
In a time of need
No one listens

I am silenced
Something in me wants to help
But I can only do so much

This world is rotting away with silence abundance
They hear my words but they stay silent

God is the only one who listens now
Anger fills my heart
But God reminds me who I am

I am His
And I am loved

His grace and mercy help me in the time of need

The Finale Dance

When eden is gone
The path hidden and broken
We've severed the bond
Traded the garden.

How does one steer
Through the river of truth
When one is submerged
In a lake of mirrors.

Sun radiates through
The clouds above in the sky
But the road is long
And the path winding.

In every corner
Resides the shadow of death
And even the vines
Decay with time.

The stars promise hope.
And glimmer with innocence
But the child fades
And even stars die.

If one is lucky
They won't disappear so fast
And if you listen
You will hear her sing.

Her song can cure
Or her song can kill
The only song you will hear
At the dance of your death.

All you have known
And all you have loved
Are your final audience
At your final dance.

When the red curtain falls
They'll never see you again
Even the most beautiful dances
Must come to an end.

A dynasty in decline, I do submit to you
folklore not long ago I bequeathed so kind
Not that we do praise but ask God - not death
so vile - what is the source of our denial
My steed to know you but love divine
it is not my place to be so chide
I shall reach out to an aqueous night
so I am dissolved of my fervent resolve
I don't see angels in this cloud
I don't see anything at all.

A dynasty in decline, I do submit to you
folklore not long ago I bequeathed so kind
Not that we do praise but ask God - not death
so vile - what is the source of our denial
My steed to know you but love divine
it is not my place to be so chide
I shall reach out to an aqueous night
so I am dissolved of my fervent resolve
I don't see angels in this cloud
I don't see anything at all.

Free love
Free life
Free death
Free birth

Temperance

Free money
Free reign
Free thought
Free pain

Temperance

Free betrayal
Free care
Free reliance
I don't dare

Temperance

Free news
Free noose
Free blood
Free love

Temperance... set aside

Free life?
Free entropy.

Originally Posted by slash112

The lady with the silver eyes
singing beautifully of hopes and lies
Then listen to the sound of tears
I must save her from her fears

But wait I'm falling from the sky
I do know how, I don't know why
I sound like a band of fiddle and flute
Too bad I don't have a parachute

I think I might again be sane
But I threw myself off that aeroplane
I'll get through this, my fate ain't sealed
From the darkness, a light revealed

The lady with the silver eyes
makes no sound but shouts and cries
My saviour speaks of plans and truth
I must listen, my life is...

---TO BE CONTINUED---

I did listen, my life is saved
My righteous path once more paved
I miss those eyes I had once loved
But friends come closer, it's not so tough

Friendship helps, I forget my pains
But along with that, my mind's stains
I've long but forgotten who I am
My path is lost as a motherless lamb

I've given all I have, and then some
What can I do but have some fun?
CRASH!... I wake up, I'm still falling
Hold on there's a parachute a-calling

I did listen, my life was saved
My path not paved, yet is still craved
My saviour speaks, but it's me I must find
It'll take time, but my path is...

---TO BE CONTINUED---

Count sheep
Drift deep
Sleep

Music still plays in my mind, as my sleeping self arises; so beautiful the sound.

Contemplating the visions fleeting from my sight, I try to hold onto one last musical note; a last hope.

Of a world not really here, but of my sleeping mind;
Or perhaps of another place and time.

Do you dream? Do you hear the musical notes? Do they linger? Do they give you hope...?

Lemon

I am the oblong, sun coloured
fruit which rests in your open hand.
So bitterly sweet, only few enjoy me.
Yet you hold me close
- I thank you.

A cool sheen of cold cruelty;
the glint of betrayal's brutal sharp edge.
I can only watch as you pierce my skin,
and watch dumstruck as you tear me apart.

I cry
my stinging tears;
I scream
in silence - no one can hear.
And worst
of all in the end
you throw me away
after you completely consumed me.

Sorry, nothing to do with the Evangelion re-build movies
3-9-13


In your dreams
In your head
On the floor
in your bed
You are (not) alone

In the sound
Of the thought
In your mind
Have you thought [that]
You are (not) alone

What you say
Where you go
Do you know
That they know?
You are (not) alone

I was "all alone" thought me
Happy in my own little world, you see?
Then Lucy came
And dreams began
Now I know God's in the world of me

Afreets and
Saints and
Angels and
You
You are (not) alone

Locked
In your mind
In a shack
On the edge
Of a lake
In rural Canada...
You are (not) alone

Cold Hearted

I can be just as cold hearted
As the rest of the world
I was once a sweet boy
But now I'm a man
If they want me to
I will fight
And reclaim my peace
But in that revenge
Comes a bloody battle
That will never cease
They will know they were wrong
Either way
I will not be a slave
To their inability to be human
They will learn
One way or another
To be the right kind of human

I was pissed off when I wrote this and still am kinda.

Skeletons hanging from walls
Walls made of cold dark stone
In a dark tomb
I am trapped here
Breathing the musty air day in and day out
Nothing pleasant to look at
I am a corpse full of thoughts
My dead body filled with pain
Hunger for life and blood
I lay there never satisfied

Everything they wanted to say. They said over, and over, and over.

They still say it every day. Every night. Even when you're not listening.

We don't hear it anymore. It was never really being said.

All you hear is blood out of the body. Smoke. Plastic food. A finish line, where they tell you someone else got there first.
And by the way, they say. You stepped in shit. Both shoes. There's also some on your pants.

Over and over. Then it's different.

They say the smoke has vitamins in it. The plastic food cures cancer. We love it now.
When it starts to hurt like it used to, they say, go to the healer.

Have him cut open the skin on your arms. After that, the smell on your shoes won't bother you. Neither will the smell of your innards.
One day we wanted a house. A stable house. I'll build you a house, they say. Relax. Don't be concerned.

They stole your neighbors house. Then gave you one of his walls. They walked behind it and danced around. Then your wall fell over. While it burned down. While it was hit by something you didn't see.

Now all you have is a yard. It's too windy to hear. It's too cold to breathe. It's too dark to see them standing in front of you. Their songs sound like this.

Don't step out of these four lines, or we will imprison you. Don't stop sweating, bleeding, smoking. Or else we'll enslave you. This is a song. This is a very pretty song. Don't hate us, for having a pretty song.

You protest, the problem isn't the song. They say, you just have bad taste in music. You don't know what you're talking about. Does anyone else have any questions?

We give up. We let them cure our cancer. Then our cancer spreads. Spreads right to your heart, your gut, and your brain. And you then remember at the last moment before you fertilizer their dirt. Plastic doesn't cure cancer. Your arms hurt. You shouldn't have listened to them. They made you hate fresh air, so much.

All my life I have waited for this moment,
and now slowly, the bottom of the hourglass is almost full.
Where is it? Where is the door to my better life?
Amidst the shadows, only the faint hiss
of draining sand echoes amidst the vast and barren remains of my life.

I dreamt of a future where I could be happy.
Not happy about riches. Not happy about power.
Happy about finally receiving my greatest wish -
a family of my own – kids and my one true love.
Where are you?
I let my gaze move ahead into time
but my eyes are only stung by sand.

Who knew that to wait could be such torture?
As the bottom of the hourglass fills,
so too does my mind fill with doubts.
I doubt the future I long ago foresaw, can possibly come to pass.
I doubt I shall ever see the faces of my children-to-be
Or the handsome face of my beloved.
I fear, that this was only a great lie created by an unhappy mind that longed
for comfort and happiness.
A lovely wish to be sure; but a selfish one as well.

Alas, my time is almost up.
The door has yet to appear and open,
open up and unveil the path to my dream.
As the sands of time slowly spill,
so too do my tears and are lost to the past.
A past I fear that shall swallow me whole and bury my unhappy
and lonely life beneath eternal golden sand.

Feeling a tad "Final Destinationy"
sit down, turn on the tube
Final Destination was on TV(whoah)

i sit and wonder day and night
why i sit here and i write
then i realize
i sit and write to escape life
because my stories are better than reality
but day and night i ask to myself
"when will reality become better
then the dreadful life i live?"
i discover its not the life that I live,
but the lives of humanity itself
i look around and see the chaos
this world and its society is crumbling
down to the point that we,
humans,
dont, wont or cant
trust anyone
we are raised hating each other
there is discrimination and rascism
and we cant accept change
look at yourself and ask:
"if i could change humanity,
what would i do?"
i know how i would change humanity
how would you?

This is the song that never ends?

I am sad.
I am really sad.
I am really, really sad.
I am sad because I am sad but no one trusts me.
No one trusts me and it hurts.
It hurts because when no one trusts you, no one cares deeply enough.
And because no one cares deeply, I experience self-doubt, self-blame, and self-hate.
And this happens over and over and over and over again.
And yet, pitifully, I carry on—trying to find help.
I need help.
I really need help.
I really, really need help.
I need help because I need help but no one is listening.
No one is listening and it kills me.
It kills me because when no one is listening, no one understands.
And because no one understands, I am lonely, afraid, and really, really sad.

It goes on and on my friends.

Opinions!
Everybody has one.

You sit there and act like I should swallow it,
and I see where you're coming from,
I may even agree with you...
But what does it come down to?

Opinions!
Everybody has one.

Opinions! Opinions! Opinions!
Everybody has FUCKING opinions!

What I think! What I believe! What is right! What is wrong!

Everybody ]thinks
that everybody thinks they’re so small,
so they compensate for their feelings of insignificance
by telling everybody
just what they think and what they believe.

No one wants to hear you agree with them,
they want you to shake your head...
so they can keep giving you their
Opinions!

But hey

That's just my opinion.

Another lyric. Written on April 24th and today.


Tired in the morning
Flower-wilting breath
Dying in the morning
Not the wanted death

Every person all around you
Tell me, what do you do?
(Some day's you've just got to be mad)
I am broken as the rest
How about you?
You've been there
You know it's true


Tired in the morning
Proof one's been careless
Spiritual headache
It's time you confess

I am sure, as you will find,
What's behind that door
(it's enticing, isn't it?)
Bastard forces, lying whore
Not enough sleep (ouww!)
Don't be deceived by satin sheets


Tired in the morning
Part of Eden's curse
Five A.M. morning
Life is not rehearsed

Peace and satisfaction
You just can't seem to afford
(You won't find hope within yourself)
Look at every man-made thing and
Say "I'm bored"
You can't defeat the rules

Tired in the morning
Tired in the morning