Snared Is My Care
The wind that swept across the hand of time - So i glide along the mist, the cr6me of age - I am caged, inside a six sided room - I painted a portrait, the saint which brooms - The moon with a cow, my resentless destruction of the broken in my vows - I sleep not to keep, my memories which i have lost - The good i have damaged, the thought of rude mixed with sooth - I run in a field, the flowers winter my seeds - The vines of the rose, i use her thorns as a shield, allthough i bleed with needs - My sword, the blade is always unsheathed, i am soaked in blood, my heart snakes for a rat to feed - The cover to my lies, i feel the breeze, off the wings of a fly - I see the colors, the mutter of whispers, from a butterfly - I am clouded with fear, my mind, the engine that break my gears - The screams out of my past, the excitement to pain, i can hear - snared is my care to the web, the spider ate the bears
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Burn My Candle, Burn
The candle witch burns the sheets black, so my heart ash my blood from love to attack - I am broken for the sake of being alive - I am damaged just to feel why live is real - I will never walk any moon, i hide to prevent you from leaving the room - I have tears measured by the tea cups spoon, i am waiting upon death to ride into noon - By the whispers off the wings of a butterfly, so i will reach to the skies - why will you not peace me to die
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Goodbye
Far is the way next to the path, i never find anyway - Blood is soaked on my road, i never can turn away - I gather not a twig, i am a vine to the ugliest thorns - Scarred to deep, wounds that bleed shallow, i turn my back, inside the cracks of my mirror - Do you hear my screams, i am calling myself, i fear to be scared of my name - Black does not know the color displayed by my soul, black does not hear an ear to my cries - When i look up to the skies, the only words i have, rains the pain to goodbye
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Just a rose.
I'm a rose, but a damaged rose. The winds have torn my peddles and my color has faded. I've broken my stem through these uncontrolable storms, But a rose that has been picked and fiddled with. A rose who has learned to grow it's thorns, but a rose without it's bush.A rose that still has yet to say 'I've survived' this grassless dirt spreaded field.I'm a rose, just a damaged faded rose.
poem by Ashley Derenda
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Screaming pain
The silent screams inside
Nobody does hear
But me.
The screams of fear.
The screams of pain.
The screams of past pain endured.
No body knows.
The screams of hurt.
The screams that huant.
The screams of despair.
The screams of loneliness.
The screams of death.
Im screaming inside out.
With nobody to hear
Im screaming with pain.
Im screaming and screaming
Let me forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Why Roses Have Thorns
Of all the flowers I've ever seen,
The lovely rose holds the most mystery.
Almost queenly in majestic beauty,
A thing of perfected artistry.
It comes in so many varied colors,
Its fragrance unique among all flowers,
A floral gem you'd enjoy for hours,
An exquisite rose is the flower of lovers.
But like a lady of wondrous charm,
Such beauty can cause a little harm.
The rose has thorns that make one bleed,
And hurts the hand that crushes it.
Some women like the rose have thorns,
When in their hearts true love is born.
The love you pledge do not forfeit-
A woman can bleed your heart....
and
crush it.
Copyright 2008 - Cynthia B. Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Present Creature
My pain trapped from the past, sets a man made future - I bare no fur, i am a present creature - I see, i hear, i smell, the difference is the dead that tells - The whispers from the dark, with axe in hand, to a tree, i remove all the bark - Blood soaked sheets from a mare, the sun shines it is day - Skeletons in my closet, bones in my bed - Shadows crawl on my walls, i have a rose, but thorns in my head screaming with the dead.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Whispers Of The North
Whispers of the north
Soon I will go forth
To that wild and barren land
Where nature takes its course
Whispers of the wind
Soon I will be there again
Bound with a wild and restless drive
That pulls me from within
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the north
Soon I will return again
To those endless afternoons
In sunshine and in rain
Whispers of my love
Days and weeks on end
I will share my thoughts of her
In prayers that I will send
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the north
The river and the shore
In the land that tested eskimos
Ten thousand years before
Whispers of my heart
In the tracks of animals
I will leave my footprints there
To lie beneath the snow
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the wind
I will feel it sting
I will see it rise and fall
I will hear it sing
The sound is like a song to me
It takes away the pain
The river is the melody
And sky is the refrain
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the north
Soon I will go forth
Whispers of the north
Soon I will go forth
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My Only Wish
My pulse races, beating through my ears
My blood gathers in a divot beside me
My screams echo through the night
My agony pierces every part of me
My arms hang limp at my sides
My tears run in rivulets down my cheeks
My muscles shake in fatigue
My adrenaline sends my system into shock
My laboured breathing slows
My screams turn into hoarse whispers
My blood congeals as time passes
My heavy heart slows down
Time seems nonexistent
Memories no longer there
Thought is erased from my mind
I see a shadow coming towards me
I feel my body being carefully lifted
I know this is the end
My breathing stops
My heart stops
My whispers stop
My blood is gone
My adrenaline is gone
My agony is gone
My only wish was for it to end
My only wish was for no pain
My only wish was granted
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Waiting For You (Sestina)
The tangled wood reminds me of your hair -
dark like the night and falling in whispers.
Kneeling underneath the sheltering pines,
I sip silence and stroke the memories.
You have long been gone, and I miss your hands,
slipping through the long sleeves of languid love.
Time is a leaf on the branch of our love,
curled in the corners of your chestnut hair
and falling like sand through hourglass hands.
Wind strokes my back and quietly whispers.
Stars float down a dark sky of memories,
their bright pulse like beacons above the pines.
Thus hangs the moon, suspended among pines,
promising brighter days showered with love;
but for now, I live in the memories.
I braid a blue blossom into my hair,
its fragrance wafting like weary whispers,
spider-spun silk in the palm of my hands.
I remember how you captured my hands,
held them within the shadow of the pines,
and kissed them soft as butterfly whispers.
It was then that I knew I was in love,
when you gently stroked the length of my hair,
now curled within the moonlight memories.
Moonlight makes magic of the memories,
within the palms of her shimmering hands,
and she sprinkles starlight throughout my hair.
Initials are carved in one of the pines
within a whimsical heart made with love
and sanctified with undying whispers.
The past unfolds in wandering whispers,
ushered through the gate of my memories.
I write a letter of undying love,
hold it like seeds in the palm of my hands,
and plant it with a kiss beneath the pines
as the wind looses a wisp of my hair.
The pale wings of my love move like whispers,
tangling in your hair like memories
captured within your hands beneath the pines.
poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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A silent murder
A silent murder
A whispering grave
Voices are spoken
But they all fade away
Left all alone
In this forsaken home
Pictures we'll bare
Lost long voices we'll share
Broken memories of the past
Where too good to last
So pack up your bags
This is your last chance
Voices we long to hear
Are crackled, unclear
And faces we miss
Are long lost in the mist
New people we will meet
Eyes don't leave our feet
For memories from our past
Were built strong, to forever last
Frame your past
Shatter your future
Lose yourself in the moment
Lose yourself in the past
Twisted lives, will forever last
Frame your past
Jump inside
Hate the moment
So feed me more lies
poem by Shannon daffsdffjk
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Shadow of My Memory
Gust of stale wind breeze
whispers,
the memory,
the memory,
the memory,
much feeling
but seems without feelings at all,
candles have heart to,
hesitant to part.
much feeling but its
just as if there's none,
I think of the past
but i can't smile,
candles have heart too
it loathes parting.
Today will be a memory,
yesterday was a memory
drifting away, but
count not the time,
rather the moments.
our past days are beautiful
the things we kept
in our memory cache full.
the things we left are so many
fear of moving on,
fear of change,
wails of grief sucked
up excavated nose
soul wailing to the
top of the lungs.
in a minute this will
be just a memory
memories are
all pain in vain
but those are but memories
that dwindles each
day passes by,
as those slowly vanished,
I huddle in my room and cry,
memories are like dreams,
a reflection of the past.
poem by Cyrus Diaz
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Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
Feeding lies directly into Thy veins
A blanket of white lies covers Thy soul
An Acid-colored Winter blizzard wanes.
Thy heart is clouded with uncertainty
Confusion is pumped throughout Thy mind
Blurring Thy vision like a cold winter storm
Leaving sanity far behind.
Feelings of fear and pain alike
Sting like acid vapors swirling inside
What could cause this fear filled joy
Leaving my emotions bound and hogtied?
The very first time we kissed
Left Thy emotions torn apart
Leaving a helpless void inside
Like an Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart.
poem by J.R. Reynolds
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The Guardian and BloodRose
BloodRose,
Rose of my love,
My love for Dark moon,
Dark as my heart,
Black as my soul,
And gave me my rose.
The rose of blood,
With petals soft and black,
Never as a rose so beautiful,
Grown not in light,
But under a dark moon lit sky.
Guardian,
Yes a guardian of BloodRose,
With teeth long and sharp,
Claws hard as diamonds,
Scales as dark as night.
My dear sweet guardian,
Guardian black as my heart,
Fire in your eyes,
Shadows in your soul,
A dragon of the dark moon.
A single rose,
With petals so fare,
As dark as my heart,
I now hold in my hand,
The rose of blood.
You are my darkness,
Fear of this love,
This love for you,
Love for darkness,
The cold shadows in my heart
That makes me yearn for you.
Now as you lay dying,
I hold a single rose,
The rose you gave me,
And as I hold it tight,
The thorns slice my hand,
Covered with blood,
My blood.
I have one fear,
The fear of death,
Symbol of my lost love,
Rose as dark as me,
Laying in a pool of blood,
Blood from me.
As I lay dying,
I remember my name,
BloodRose,
I am the rose of blood,
And I died of my own creation.
A creation of perfect beauty,
Petals dark black,
Thorns like small daggers,
Grown from my love,
My love for a dragon,
A dragon as dark as my heart.
Even in my death,
I think of you,
And the rose you gave me,
The rose that killed me,
The Rose of Blood.
poem by Nicolette Gonzalez
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Thats the Butterfly in Me
Got to be where every flower I see
Thats the butterfly
in me
yes, Thats the butterfly
in me
I come and go on the wind
and soar in the sky
Cos thats just the butterfly
in me
I've got the wind under my beautiful
wings and my heart is happy
and it sings
Thats just the butterfly
in me
My colors run deeper
than the colors of the sea
Cos thats
the butterfly in me
poem by Dorsey Baker
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You know why I love the rain? Because no one knos I'm crying.
You know why I love the rain? Because no one knows you’re crying
By: Jean Pullman
I look at you with the pain buried in my soul
You say you see it but I say you don’t
I feel the razor blade swiping across my skin is the only answer
I know you don’t understand
CHORUS
It’s raining so now’s the time my tears come
I go in a corner in my room and slice my leg
Watching the river of blood
You might think I’m crazy
I’m just depressed
And I love it when the rain comes
I wish I could just tell someone how I feel
But my mouth is held shut by an invisible hand
I locked my heart and threw away the key
I will no longer let it break the heal and break again
Why can’t you love me for me
Why must you expect me to be something I’m not
I wish that love didn’t kill me little by little
Because I’m almost dead
CHORUS
It’s raining so now’s the time my tears come
I go in a corner in my room and slice my leg
Watching the river of blood
You might think I’m crazy
I’m just depressed
And I love it when the rain comes
This time I’m going deep
I’ll hit the vain so I will no longer feel pain
My heart won’t be broken I’ll be set free
So the rain comes and washes away the blood
No one will know when I died
Crying it was you I thought of.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Pans War
Your already broken
Amidst the dust
A fallen angel
A taste of evil agony
A sigh then a scream
The bleed is so clean
Honesty kills
Just take one of these pills
They say it will heal in time
I think brainwashing is on their mind and that's fine
But I will not be the matter of subject
I will become a rabid dog
Kill to survive
Kill so I don't die
Everyday a little more is lost inside
My eyes have been clouded
My judgement has gone far south
How can I ever cleanse my conscience of so much hurt and pain
I see more every day
The stench of death cover the floor
The poor have become so poor
There is a rotten corpse
It reaches for my ankles
Begs me please
Give me another drink
Something to smoke
Give me something to ease the pain
So my memories don't leave a stain
All in a dead conscience
What have we done
What have won
We open the doors to war
Now their is no settling the score
Lives will be lost
The greater good hurts worse then it should
Ties have been broken
Wounds have been reopen
Now cower because it all of our dire hour
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I'm So Alone
I'm so alone, there's no one here
I'm so alone and I'm so scared
I sit by myself with no one to care
I bleed alone and I'm so scared
That I'll die alone on my bathroom floor
In a pool of my blood pouring from my veins
With a razor to my wrist til I can cut no more
As the silent pain drives me insane
I'm so alone, there's no one here
I'm so alone and so nearly dead
I sit alone with no one to hear
My bloody screams, I'm so nearly dead
I bleed alone, so full of fear
That I'll die alone, bloodless and cold
Remembering how you sneer and jeer
Remembering how you scream and scold
I'm so alone, there's no one here
I'm so alone and I'm so scared
But atleast you're gone, kuz you don't care
Still I want someone to hold me close and tell me not to be so scared
I'm so alone, there's no one here
To dry my tears as I cry
I bleed alone with no one to care
With no one to hold my hand as I die
Silent Grave
the silent grave
swept clean by time,
knowing only the wind
that undresses the night.
the eyes of an owl,
dead branches walking...
moonlight and darkness
thrust and parry, and dance.
the smell of damp earth,
the kingdom of spider and snail...
moss and vines wrapped
around the throat of time...
no footprints, no memories,
no flapping of wings....
the unnamed hand covers
all trace, all thought....
all that which was urgent,
eternal... of universal need...
becomes small and insignificant...
in the silent grave!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cutters Lullaby
Go to sleep close your eyes and dream of broken butterfly's who tore their wings against a thorn you know the pain that they have born
silver metal shine so bright scarelet blood that feels so right
dream of blood trickeling down and wake up just befor you drown
the moonlight shining off your tears as you bleed out your own worst fears
so tonight when you start to cry whisper the cutters lullaby
hushaby baby your almost dead you dont have a pulse and your pillows red
your family hates you, your friends let you bleed, sleep tight with a knife its all that you need
rockabye baby broken and scared you didnt know life would be so hard
time to end the pain you hide so well and down will come baby stright back to hell.
poem by Sandy Vanity
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