Ditch Witch
Turn from me
You wretched, defiled one
with your soulless promises
and hollow smiles
while your shell kisses my lips
plague my memory no more
you cursed creature from below
consumer of purity and hope
mother of lies
I shun the moment we met
drawing me to the fathomless deep
Below God's goodness
to your dwelling place of filth
and stink.
of demon-adorned depravity
where I was only barely able to
escape from;
Take your lies and go
away from my memory
forever.
poem by Denis Kucharski
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Ask 4: A Hollow Shell in a Fragile State,
Take away to break away
From routine cast or set in stone.
Lost so far from home,
We’re scared of shadows in the night.
Always straying from the light,
Forever to know no wrong from right.
Fight the good fight,
Listen to the dictations of your heart,
There is no other who knows where to start.
When we’re slipping into the void,
Don’t get annoyed when they say to you,
All the lies we spread were true
Your looking at me, I’m looking through you,
A hollow shell in a fragile state,
No memory or fate,
Never early never late,
Always and forever,
Seeking hidden treasures,
We don’t get no promises from heaven,
Turning circles in the day for leisure.
The day is done, the race been run,
Another way to blue
Back again, for you my friend,
I said id see it through
Always one more,
One more
Time to see it through
poem by David Lacey
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Here you are again
Here you are again
Back in my memorie
My memory of you
No more lies, no more fights
Time and memory...
Hurst and blames always,
leaving their mark
I dont ever want to remember
That sadden sife of my life.
Memories turn into tears,
Pain and lies only sink,
into grey.
Memory
Here you are again,
Back in my memorie tearing
My heart apart.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Promises And Lies
All the sorrow and the pain
All the sacrifice in vain
I was much too blind to see
You make a loser out of me
You put me down for oh so long
While you sang your serpent's song
Chorus
The rest is history
You can do no more to me
I've been down so low
Had nowhere left to go
I could see it in your eyes
All your promises were lies
Promises and lies
Your cut was quick and deep
But then you thought you'd never need a friend
But all things change, and tides must turn
And you let all your bridges burn
Too many fatal wounds to heal
Chorus
The rest is history
You can do no more to me
I've been down so low
Had nowhere left to go
I could see it in your eyes
All your promises were lies
Promises and lies
song performed by by Ub40
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Promises & Lies
All the sorrow and the pain
All the sacrifice in vain
I was much too blind to see
You make a loser out of me
You put me down for oh so long
While you sang your serpents song
(chorus)
The rest is history
You can do no more to me
Ive been down so low
Had nowhere left to go
I could see it in your eyes
All your promises were lies
Promises and lies
Your cut was quick and deep
But then you thought youd never need a friend
But all things change, and tides must turn
And you let all your bridges burn
Too many fatal wounds to heal
(chorus)
The rest is history
You can do no more to me
Ive been down so low
Had nowhere left to go
I could see it in your eyes
All your promises were lies
Promises and lies
song performed by by Ub40
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Table Bay [2]
I can hear the waves roar,
slamming shingle on the rocks, the beach
drawing in and out
on Bloubergstrand
and the cadence is a age old shuddering
of waves breaking, continuing like before
and in the distance Table Bay
lies stretched out specked with
hundreds of little lights
like a enormous crown
with the flat mountain top
on display, etched against the night sky
and its full tide, the moon is full
yellow and magnificent
and the place of good hope,
lies on the shore
with waves breaking forever more
and lonely the beach stretches out before me,
in a long white ribbon
and the dark water goes out to the horizon,
almost as far as I can see
and the sea wind is fresh and new
and there's no light in sight
on the wavering ocean
just a darkness that envelopes me
as the waves
are throwing pebbles out
and drawing them in
before breaking on the beach
and there's nobody to be true to,
nobody to trust, only the reality of the here and now
and all hope, all promises, all joy and pain
remains the same
swept in and out of a confused world
forever breaking, forever rushing in.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Painting
I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.
I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each winking of yours,
Until it becomes only the memory of your sight.
I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips,
This beauty of your lips,
Which is dwindling concentrically
With each whisper
Until it becomes only the memory of your word.
I'm drawing your great feeling,
As a noble heart,
Which is eccentrically enlarging,
Until I can touch you
To become one soul.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The escapes
Fight is an escape from fear.
Art is an escape from deprivation.
Love is an escape from perversion.
Ambition is an escape from sloth.
Goodness is an escape from depravity.
Life is an escape from death.
Every escape gives you relief
28.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lord Earth
My pen aligns you with my mind.
Such a maddening and transcendent art.
Still, I'm aware that all of my miseries.
Only exist within my heart.
For, if I died tomorrow.
The Earth would spin just fine.
And within a few mortal brains.
Lies my memory, still alive.
The Earth, however, won't remember.
Anything about my life.
And within the smoldering crust.
Lies a memory that had died.
A man dies in an avalanche.
Attempting to ascend.
His pride forever thwarted.
The planet wins again.
And though you die in agony.
And though you die in fear.
When you feel mortality fade.
The planet sheds no tears.
Few will certainly weep.
At the news of my demise.
But beneath the vastest landscapes.
Lies a memory left behind.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Free Like A Flying Demon
Im calling upon your attention
Now is the time, were talking serious redemption
Come follow me
Red light wasnt warning when I first saw her body move
I wasnt sure it was a jet stall.
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Why cant you see into the future?
Youre going to get hurt by someone who wont suit ya
They call it your destiny
But I am pretty sure now
That one whos lonely cant get hurt / is getting stronger
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Someday it might just work but this aint that time
This grounded flight is taking off, Ill leave you behind
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
song performed by by E-type
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x21-Escape
-Jane Spencers
Why still cry? I chose to die,
I should have smiles tonight.
This place is none for bitter lies,
I thought i chose what's right.
I thought that death is an escape
from pain and all my fears.
I thought that death is all but peace,
but here, peace never cares.
I thought that pain would die with me,
that tears have no place here.
But pain endures...and tears endure;
eternal may they be?
I dreamed, i thought...i always thought
that death could set me free.
I wish I could just die again,
or lose my memory.
Are souls eternal? Is this my fate?
I hunger so for life.
Am I forever bound by death?
I thought it's my escape.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Shame On You, Blame On Me
DON'T GO ON TELLING ME LIES
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
I LOVED YOU AS A MAN
YOU LOVED ME AS A GIRL
SHAME ON YOU, BLAME ON ME
DON'T GO ON MAKING PROMISES
WORDS ARE FREE
BUT FEELINGS CAUSE TRUE TIES
SHAME ON YOU, BLAME ON ME
DON'T GO ON TELLING ME LIES
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
YOU ARE UNABLE TO RECOGNIZE
I BELIEVED YOU WERE TRUE LOVE
I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY LEGEND
BUT I WAS WRONG
IT WAS LIKE FICTION
IT WAS A TEMPTATION……..
THE TRUTH HURTS
AND DEEP DEEP RUNS LIKE A SILENT RIVER
BUT LIES ARE A BURDEN ON THE MEMORY
I DIDN'T KNOW I AM SORRY
I ONLY KNOW MY INTUITIONS NEVER LIE
SHAME ON YOU, , BLAME ON ME……
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Ofttimes enwrapt in reverie
I have a distant memory
but I cannot be sure it’s true
Of my mother who I barely knew.
She died so very long ago.
There is so much I do not know
I only know what I’ve been told
and that recedes as I grow old.
Although I try I can’t recall
her face: bring it to mind at all.
I feel I should be able to
but there is nothing I can do.
Sometimes I wake to find I’ve wept.
But I can do nothing but accept.
That time’s erased the memory
of the face I long to see.
Some faded photographs remain
which I look at, try to regain.
The memories I have repressed
It may be that it’s for best.
I was so young when mother died.
My wants and needs were satisfied.
By father and the family
and I grew up quite happily.
Would mother have been proud of me?
I she’d lived long enough to see.
The man her little boy grew into.
My mother who I barely knew.
Then I remember guiltily
my mother lost much more than me.
The grandchildren she’d never know
the chance to see her children grow.
But I still pursue selfishly
that one elusive memory.
That’s buried somewhere deep inside
A need that can’t be satisfied.
Perhaps because I’m growing old
and only have what I was told
to remember mother by.
I know I’ll fail but I still try.
24/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Jewel.
Adorned by sparkling snow
Glittering in the window
Are the eyes.
They peer into the skies
and dream of a place
Where there is no perfection
And everything they consume
Is not a confection
Where not everything blooms
With the purity of innocence
Were there is no nonviolence
And no consistence
Of smiles
From adults
As if they were a child
And their eyes glitter
With the bitter innocence
of not knowing death or strife
and all the rest
where there is killing
and money is the root of all evil
and the world is filled with it
where silence about guilty pleasures is so loud
it beats the noise of innocent dreams
of parents being proud
of their children
these perfect glittering sparkling eyes
dreams of a place full of lies
Staring at the moon
While on the other side
There are pairs of eyes
That cries
for a place to hide
A place of perfection
nonviolence and youth
Where youth really does mean innocence
And the innocence blooms
A bloom that will bloom forever
and you will succeed in every last endeavor
and each endeavor will be filled with good intentions
and each good intention benefits every one
and everyone helps eachother
And there is no such thing as the death of
A sister or mother.
Where money is the root of all evil
and there is none to be found
Where the truths of hapiness will be expound
Where every thing you eat will
be a confection
and there is no such thing as
a political election
where when you peer
Into the eyes of an adult
There is no eruption of corruption
Where there is not diversion of perversion
but belevolence and innocence
past a point you can not measure
and they are not just seeking pleasure
a pleasure that is hushed by silence so loud
it beats the noise of a parent beiong proud
these eyes so dim
That they can barely swim in hope
so small in size
wishes and prays for a place
that is void of lies
wether it be the glittering, the dim
the one that can barely swim
they each have a jewel within them
Wether it be the proud, the loud
the silenced, the hushed
each have a jewel growing that can not be rushed
when this jewel is fully grown
they will be able to make the decision on their own
wether to stay home where they are
or venture out very far
and switch places so they can be
what they consider truly happy.
poem by Melissa Ferrer
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I Wanted So Much
I wanted so much
for you to love me.
I wanted so much
for you to care,
but you would always walk by me
as if I wasn’t there.
You said you wanted to be worldly wise,
and then you took him with all his lies.
You took him to be your partner
and in church, he said he would love you forever.
All I ever wanted
was you to love me.
Years have passed by
and I saw you yesterday.
You weren’t the radiant beauty
that I used to know
and I barely recognised you.
You had changed so much from those yesterdays.
Your sun tan looks had faded
and your auburn hair was now grey.
Age and life had taken their toll on you
and you were no longer with him.
He was but a distant memory in the past
and the lies he blinded you with never did last.
Your searching now for someone
whose love would be true,
but it's too late for me
as I have found someone new
and I cannot turn back the clock
even for you.
A long time ago,
I wanted so much
for you to love me,
but sadly no more.
6 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Deep Down The Memory Lane
Deep down the memory lane
I still think of you
Though you may have forgotten me
Yet I think of you
I know there had been promises unkept
and many wishes unfulfilled
Yet deep down the memory lane
I still think of you
There had been lot of fightings
and lot of faults in me
They really have stiffled you
and made u cry to agony
I know it was my weakness
that made you go away
I was the only reason
that made ur love deplete
I have tried to hate u
I have tried to damn
Yet deep down the memory lane
I still think of you!
poem by Rahul Gupta
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Peaceful Shells
Peaceful waves calming breeze brings out the strength in me
I whisper wishes of lost love of hope of a dream
What makes this place so full so un hollow
I wonder when I leave this place could the peace ever follow
A shadow in my wake
A pleasing sound a memory I make
The sea is far behind me as I depart
The tears fall down my face before I even start
I have to leave the sea far behind
The shell in my hand a calling of another time
I had to leave the wonder of the sea
So I brought the shell home with me
A part of the sea taken away
Like me doomed another day
away
poem by Lauren Blood
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All Hope
All hope lies in tomorrow
Betrayed by yesterday
For every new horizon
There is a price to pay
The piper plays his tune
Holds out a hand for gilt
The memory cries a river
The wrong side of spilt milk
All hope lies in tomorrow
Forgetting yesterday
All hope is stored in thoughts
Arranged to form a play
There’s laughter and there’s intrigue
There’s sadness and there’s pain
Yet by the final act
Laughter rules again
All hope lies in tomorrow
Aphrodite by my side
To walk a brave new world
Athena as my guide
All hope lies in tomorrow
Under Helios’s light
To trust tomorrow to Themis
Her justice and her right
poem by Bill Smith
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Dangling From The Truth...
legends tells no lies
but love is
just twisted deep inside
crumple all together
with the schemes and the lies
where the truth comes out
spills overloaded with filth
tryin to cover it up
theres no uses
given all the wrong pieces
told way too many lies
i cant define
whats truly inside
given up
lost with no dreams
useless soul
dangling from the truth
what does it hold inside
nothing
i cant find
too many lies
We’re dangling from the truth
hiding within
covering the light with darkness
gray clouds hover over us
watching our every move
but we're hiding
hiding from the truth
running towards our last hope
with u
collapse
we're traped
lost in the darkness
forever
never to be told
the truth
dangling
from the truth...
poem by Sen unknown
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Strolling down memory lane
Strolling down memory lane
Where the colors begin to fade.
Strolling down memory lane
Is where I want you to come along.
Strolling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind.
Strolling down memory lane
I won’t be afraid.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not lacking in color.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not a big bummer.
Strolling down memory lane
Not a storm in sight
Strolling down memory lane
is joy without bite.
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Stands the test of time.
Memories are like dream, a reflection of the past.
My memories can kiss my…
Ask me no questions I will tell you no lies.
poem by Taran Burke
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