POETRY



REJECT

by Aileen
She never wanted me
I'm not her little baby
mark across my forehead
'reject' stamped in red
it'll mark me all my ife
I'll never be a mother
i'll never be a wife
these demons will follow
these dreams will stay
I'll never forget
mark across my forehead
'reject' stamped in red




SO MANY WORDS

By Aileen
So many words
so many people
conversations
what do they say?
words tumbling free
never make sense to me

family,friends,doctors lend me your ear
i've lent mine now listen to my fear
so many lies so many twists
and you wonder why i slit my wrists?
parents,uncles aunts,relations
expectations,conversations
idle chit chat how are you?
i'm just fine,just dandy, all the words covering up
she's fine, it's just a phase
lets not tell, lets hide this shame
lets tell I'M not ashamed
small talk hows the weather?
big talk hows the daughter?
is she still mad?
is she still bad?
buried in the garden?
buried in the back of your mind?


PAINTING

By Lady Crow
The painter of my life
takes his last drops of paint
onto his pencil
and makes the finishing touch.
A last spark in my eyes;
a last shadow is painted.
He takes a step back,
he looks at his work
But what he sees,
isn't what he wanted it to be
So he takes the painting,
sets it on fire.
As I burn,
I feel his pain,
the grief of a lost painting,
a lost treasure.

THE CROW'S TALE

By Lady Crow
As the Crow walks the vast lands of eternity
winter descends on earth,
bringing forth pure snow and hatred.
Ashe she weeps for a lost love
her tears become frozen raindrops, hard hail,
destroying all what was good
and all that was light
Winterclouds gather
and the mist grows thicker
as darkness takes over earth
the moonlit night,
becomes a bloody sight,
as hail and stones ripp all creatures apart
Children cry for their dead mothers
Fathers search their lost children,
burried in the ruins
of what was once a palace
The Crow takes her last steps
as she sees the end.
No longer she weeps, her tears are all shed
A silent last whisper is heard
as Crow herself descends in darkness
Tomorrow now belongs to the past.

Soothe Me

by rockyvamp2
Soothe me, take away the weather,
All I need is sweet, sweet bliss.
Tell me how I dream about the way it shouldn?t be.
I am not a killer.
I am not a saint.
I am not the reason I should die!
Oh what is this dimension?
Tell me what is real!
People everywhere,
And I find no thrills,
Except for you.
I am not a bleeder,
Yet I see my blood.
What the hell is happening,
Why am I so messed up?
I need you to soothe me, to take away my pain,
My dreams about dying,
I know are not lying.
I love the way you rule me,
I wish that you?d just soothe me.

Sorrow

By Gina
I cry not for myself
Not for the dead
These tears are for the lost
The lost that live without living
Afraid to take a chance
Unwilling to take a leap into the unknown
The fear constrains me
Chokes me
But I am stronger
And I live the life you won't.

IF A POEM REALLY GRIPS YOU
If a poem really grips you,
makes you feel all warm inside
You should always snap your fingers
One
Two
Three.
If a poem really grips you,
don't ever clap or shout.
You should only snap your fingers - If a poem really grips you.


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Light


by Ronald E Drozen

Give unto me your light, my angel,
so that I may see.
Shine your way into my heart,
just as you have into my life.
Your light will fill me,
and make me whole.
It will bless me,
and keep me.
It will warm me,
and guide me.
It will wash away my darkness,
and it will heal my world.
It will breathe life into my tired and weary soul.
As it shines out to me from across the void,
it's warmth beckons unto me,
and it guides me forth to seek out joy.
But as it lights the path before me on my journey,
I see that perhaps that which I sought
was right there before my eyes.

"I didn't realise that you wrote poetry....I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry."-Morrissey
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