Milkweed
Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state
of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears,
bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls
out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical
instruments left in the room. The song was inside
the winds, became untouchable in obscene
display of naked screams, the freedom of
stones to kill the
black roses for rivals. Somebody stages a
comeback for toppling the victor. A viper
is thrown at you in dark to deliver a message!
poem by Satish Verma
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O Star!
o star, how i love you
o star, won't you love me too
o star, you say who am i and i say am i but we both know who we are
o star, just as you know me i know you
o star, won't you shine on me once again
o star, if it weren't for you i would dead
o star, go back to your head
o star, deliver to her my secret message love
o star, fly true and fly fast as a dove
o star, be there with her and tell her i want to be there with her
o star, please deliver this message lest i choke on life
o star, i will now fill
o star, fill you with my secret love message so that i may not kill
o star, kill myself out of agony
o star, please let no one know this message but my sweet
o star, pass on the message to only her lest i die of heat
o star, be true
o star, on your path to deliver my love do not go askew
o star, find the one love find her o star find her and tell
o star, . tell my angel that i love her
poem by David Knox
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Outside331’sSleep
Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?
(12-13-07)
poem by Chelsea Trescott
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One Of Your Tears
Did u get the tape I sent u
I thought it be better in a song
Better than the used condom u sent me
Baby that was wrong
All the things a brother had 2 picture
I see him doing things witcha
I see his hand in the small of your back
I see his face in between
The king and queen in fact
Sometimes I wanna die and comeback as one of your tears
If I could just disappear
Ceace 2 exist
Ceace 2 be here
Want me
U dont want me, Im not worth the air that I breathe
I wish I could dissappear
Sometimes I wanne die and comeback as one of your tears
(shoodebedotedoom)
Im dying
Sometimes I wanne die and comeback as one of your tears
Sometimes I wanne die and comeback as one of your tears
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Cry To The Darkening Sea
A song I wrote
I'm looking along the sea,
Searching for an answer,
Seeing only darkness,
Comforting the icy soul beneath.
Our passion is forever,
A silent whisper
To the night,
Our passion is forever,
A cry in the darkness.
I'm sorry,
I'm not who I say,
I'm sorry,
I couldn't stay today.
I've lived this lie
I've cried these tears,
I've gone through the pain
You've stood by for so many years
This is the message
This is the truth,
I don't care anymore
This is the message
This is the truth,
The darkness is my best friend
This is the message
This is the truth,
I am the lie.
Tears won't express the anger,
Darkness can't console this pain,
Dead or alive
I will love you,
Broke or rich
I will love you,
Hate me and I will love you.
Where is the love,
You can't even stand to look at me,
You are hating,
The darkness consuming me.
This is the message
This is the truth,
I am who I am
This is the message
This is the truth,
I don't love you anymore
This is your message
This is your truth.
poem by Evan Skora
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The Poet As Mere Spectator
and so there was this child
left by the mother who was washing
her body in another
room
the child crawls and walks its
way finally
to the dining table
and pulls the table cloth
where a cup of hot coffee
is put
hot coffee is poured on its face
and the baby screams
and screams and screams
at the top of his voice
i hear it but what can i do
i am the poet
and you give me this job of
a mere spectator
next time, tell me, i am more than that
i can be superman
to that child
only if you ask.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonely Place...
It's a lonely place here,
Cold and dark,
fake smile, fake laughs,
Shedding more tears then I ever have,
It hurts and no amount of lies,
can cover up the shame,
It's a lonely place here,
I hate it I cry out,
but no one sees no one cares, no one hears,
deep inside theres walls of flesh,
burried under hurt,
Its a lonely place here in my heart.
poem by Destinee Gail
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Freedom Lies
Freedom, theres more to your life so now[? ]
Old laws, man has made only blind.
Oh, give us freedom, a call to the brave and the strong,
To stand in the face of all wrong and show the way.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom to live out the dream in a song,
Give hope to the hearts of the young.
Oh, give us freedom to act out of love and not fear,
So all that is true will be clear.
Hear tomorrow, calling hold me, show me.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Am Tired Of The Usual Agony
tell me another story
the one which you cannot tell inside a motel
where you hold a cigarette
on one hand and a bottle of gin on the other
do not attempt on another
one that begins with
once upon a time
for sure i don't like it and i won't like you beginning
such a kind of trash
to tickle my dead senses
ooops, tell me not a story about pity
and sympathy, the one that you always tell to your
bed partner when the storms come
and in the middle of its harshness
you have nowhere to go nothing to do except
spend your time wisely in another hotel
with a partner
whose name you never bother to ask
or remember
as there is no significance
do not tell me about agonies
i had them all and will have them soon again
or sooner than soonest
they always come to a person like me
do not describe to me the agony of death
or torture or broken hearts
or crashing economies or incoming wars
between this government and the rebels
and soldiers on a coup against their
fellow soldiers at the military academy.
do not tell me that, now that we are here
inside this room where our clothes and faces
do not really matter
except our bodies emerging from a hot shower
where every moment counts
as escape from other agonies
that we have mastered
do not tell me about the agony of our times
high prices of gas and still rising
the possibilities of retrenchment
and closing of some companies
the possibility of this government getting
bankrupt
and the working people on mass strikes
toppling
of a government and the
putting up of another
by another superpower
out there
do not tell me about such kind of agonies
i want
an agony with you, the warmth of your hands
like cinders all over my body
the weight of your body over my body
the kisses of your tongues that will not
make me breath
sucking me
as though i know eternity
your legs blocking mine
like i have no way of finding an exit
from this prison
or labyrinth
this is the agony i want for the moment
give it to me
and i will give it to you
in mutuality
agony for agony
then we shall forget ourselves
our faces fade in the dark and then at least
we sleep
lost in our naked dreams
let the storm rage outside us
while we make more stories
about flesh and moaning glories inside
this motel
without us knowing
even the room number
or the color
of the curtains
or when another morning comes
slowly on the window panes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Definition Of What Is Obscene
if you wish
you may follow my footsteps on the sands of my shore
behind me
figure out what i am
on the dimples of my bottoms
on the size of my arms
on the broadness of my back
on the color of my skin
the way where my hair is blown by the winds
of change
the way i carry my head against the fading light of the afternoon sun
think some more
do not think of me as a piece of lust
and object of your sexual stimulation
think of me as a person on this journey meeting the monsters of doubts along the way
talking to ghosts
expelling bad spirits that want to destroy us
do not be lost in the beauty of my naked body
i do not indulge in the lust of your hours
i have a mission
to do what is right and stop what is wrong
i am naked truth walking in the shores of time
my penis hangs like a bell that tolls for freedom
i am a man searching for truth
against the fading light of the moon
i am not obscene
truth is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Screams
She screams in pain,
She screams out your name,
Watch her suffer,
Suffer into the darkness,
Tomorrow will bring another day,
A day of freedom,
She once thought,
She screams for help,
No one hears her,
A dead silence,
Watch as her friends turn their back on her,
Watch as she bleeds for them,
She hears the howling of the wind,
Knowing that no one can't hear her crying,
She screams,
Screams in agony,
Does anyone hear her,
Does anyone care,
She screams for you,
She screams one last time hoping that someone would hear her,
What will become of her,
Is this girl me or someone else.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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She Crawls Away
I fall in she sees me and smiles
Then she starts to hate herself again
She screams something under her breath
That I wouldnt know if she said it outloud
She turns over to start a conversation
With a man that noone else can see
She dreams of loving me sometimes
And it makes me see what weve been missing
Its like I never knew anyone so strong before
She brings the man outa me
And she makes me see that they dont matter
I believe
We see her playin with another
She runs around you and then
Its like the sun goes down and she crawls away again
She wears white pants a miami sweater
Says that she loves the os
So uncle dean will come by
Her smile is like sunshine
Her tears hurt like leather
She runs the show she lets me know
Says its all about being the only
Its like someone said you could have one good thing in your life
She couldnt be your type
I didnt plan for your smile, but you make me laugh when you stand dreamin
I believe, we see her layin with another
She runs around you and then
Its like the sun goes down and she crawls away again
Where were you yesterday
Now that my heart is wild and free
And my lips have room to wander
How can I say your needing me now
When Ive got a plan
I know you dont understand why my heart is sorry know
I believe
We see her laying with another
She runs around you and then
Its like the sun goes down and she crawls
I believe
We see her waiting with another
She runs around you and then
Its like the sun goes down and she crawls away again
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hero for a Day
I am unique,
Just like everyone else.
Do I want to kill for you?
No, I only kill for myself
Under this sand
Buried in this time
I don’t see them here
Are you sure they weren’t mine
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And then be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
We’re being picked off
One by One
Thinking to myself
Will I ever see my son?
I’m lying here
I’m the only one
Will I survive?
Or am I done?
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And than be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
Finally coming home
Trying to seize the day
Mindless in my house
Do I really get a say?
“For the people”
What a lie
It’s what I live for
For what I die
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And than be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
(12/23/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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The Naked Love
A rendition of naked love
Emotional and vivid....
Love is emotion and feelings that's alive
Till you die, it'll die together
Unforgettable memories are something
Keep haunting you
Love is so fragile but strong as a rock!
The greatest wave is the fear of losing someone
I want to be your umbrella and protect you
Openness will lead to solid strong bonding
Between two humans in love
We can see the truth after we've achieved something
Which is impossible…
Fate and destiny coincides and the day will come
When we felt the tears of the sun
That’s the day we will leave
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
I Rather be a slave of love... and obliged
Agony, pain and pleasure are the salt and sugar of life!
The darkness is sometimes a hidden brightness
Maturity has made some of us keep on going and live on
Dreams are the work of minds
But a clue we should pursue
The naked truth………
God is everywhere
Even after our death
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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~.: *: .Gone.: *: .~
The days of your youth have slipped away
The fallout of innocence has brought you here
Take the pain inside, and show it through your lies
Your heart is shattered, thrown against the wall
Falling down amongst the pieces
Getting cut by your own heart
Believing you deserve every dropp of blood spilled
Standing up against the pain
Thinking on what has brought you here
The lies tumble inside your mind
Threatening to flow out through your tears
Everything has been taken from you
Your heart, your innocence, your life
And nothing has been given in return
Failing every day to know whether to go on
Pills in one hand, knife in another
The phone in front of you, with the message still there
The truth that it tells, the lies that it hides
With that one little word, 'No'
The answer to a very simple question
Of love that was freely given
Gone is everything that you are
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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Dark Nights
Dark nights, stars are burning billions of miles away, in the hollows of the black sky. That is how she feels all the time.
Dark nights, how will she navigate her way, find her way, when all she can see in the nothingness all around her.
Dark nights, she screams at the nothingness thats around her. she screams at the numbness inside her, the pains she cannot get away from, and the coldness that drowns her.
Dark nights, no one knows about the fights she fights alones, trapted inside her own self.
She is stuck in the darkness, the nothingness, and the numbness.
the dreadful dark nights she is comsumed by. she doesnt want no one's help. she wants to do this on her own.
dark nights, she is actually comfortable here. she is used to it here. she belongs here
at least for now.
Dark nights, it is her one place she is accepted. no one knows her, no one is there.
Dark nights, it is a place of her own. A place she created. no judgements.
The dark nights ask nothing of her, the dark nights has no expectations of her.
She owns the Dark nights.
poem by Ashley Dowdy
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Dark Nights
Dark nights, stars are burning billions of miles away, in the hollows of the black sky. That is how she feels all the time.
Dark nights, how will she navigate her way, find her way, when all she can see in the nothingness all around her.
Dark nights, she screams at the nothingness the around her. She screams at the numbness inside her, the pains she cannot get away from, and the coldness that drowns her.
Dark nights, no one knows about the fights she fights alones, trapped inside her own self.
She is stuck in the darkness, the nothingness, and the numbness.
The dreadful dark nights she is consumed by. She doesn’t want no one's help. she wants to do this on her own.
Dark nights, she is actually comfortable here. She is used to it here. she belongs here
at least for now.
Dark nights, it is her one place she is accepted. No one knows her, no one is there.
Dark nights, it is a place of her own. A place she created. No judgments.
The dark nights ask nothing of her, the dark night does not have any expectations of her.
She owns the Dark nights.
poem by Ashley Joyce Forbus
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Married To Me
What is blacker than black -
To what black attacks -
Inside the black painted to my back -
Arrow the quiver to the bow -
Bend the target around my head -
Through my heart -
Breaks my hate -
Not to defeat -
The stake axed to my veins -
Vined by venom -
Nails hammered into my coffin -
Do you hear the whispers -
Six feet to 6 -
Dark by deep inside my grave -
The place by the length -
To my grace of disgrace -
Sing the angels demon songs -
Of my rights to play with wrong -
That is not my song -
The one which bleeds only greed -
The one who will be sixed -
The one who will be free -
Just not me -
So you see -
I am -
Me -
Married to be -
Me
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Music Of Life
Interested in the peace of life?
Your destination is fixed so be appalled.
Musical instruments are in ruins,
Fighting them is a struggle.
What may break will fight and be mighty,
The swords of laughter fence with each other.
They are made of metals, fully metallic
And magical, like their counterparts.
The peace has dissolved when mixed
With the words of music and its instruments.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dead Men
Inside the blizzard of hate, i found the blister, sometimes she does the do for a listen - The sound of revenge, a multitude of twisters, three of some with the wicket sisters - My head bleeds, the blood pours from my wrists - My brain pleads, my mind refuse, death is my only risk - The knife shivers, my feelings are lost, total the recall, there Arno Cost - My heart frost with silver, my soul accepts black as dew display soft - I enter the darkness, the tunnel of lies, i only see flies - I am engulfed by screams, it is finally my turn to cry, i will try - Tears that flow, the river presents the time, too late - My world axed by the inverted nine, when you are dead, you pay your debt, to Fate - Dead men tell no tales - Dead men pay no rent - Dead men have no friends
poem by Unic Cjonr
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