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 Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:44 am
To Be Heard
To be heard would be amazing,
To be heard would make me free,
But to be heard seems impossible,
At least by the world from me.
Why is it that,
Those who deserve the least,
are handed the most,
the items their yeast,
to rise?
Those many deserving,
are squashed underneath,
like bugs on a windshield,
underfoot, the lonely heath.
I end my tirade,
with one simple request,
listen to those,
who may know the best.
Those who are quiet,
those who are young,
those who are muffled,
by friends whose own voices,
are quite far from unsung.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 3:17 pm
soldier prayer
(note: this poem I wrote for American soldiers!)
Oh bless the soldiers who are still at war
and the wives, mothers and veterans before
for keeping America safe, peaceful
and for bringing to an end those hurtful
Oh bless the soldiers who come home now
who survived the evil and tell us how
that war is not a game for show and tell!
they fought and some have died so we'll be well
So please bless the soldiers who fought and died
their families who can't be by their side
and when you see a soldier pass say thank you
for our freedom you were all brave and true!
( i understand their would be tons of controversy to this poem and tons of political debate behind it but please do NOT flame my gratitude towards my country and my proud flag. thanks)
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:00 am
I saw a cookie,
Abandoned, tasty morsel,
The rest is easy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:58 am
Different
Different outlooks on life, we're a difference of might,
Though similar personalities, a unique passion each night.
Though special we are, in our own seperate ways.
Somehow we'll make it, together in life
Such a dainty corruption, to such a different light,
Yet she makes me feel safety in the dark of the night.
Will you hold me more, as I pull to you close.
I need you, your touch, I need everything you can offer.
It's more than just our soul, it's our love,
Our touch, our feelings, our pain, our joy,
Our meows. I'm but just a single human,
You are a deity of the skies, my errors are strong,
Your errors are none.
So just hold me now, as I need guidance from you,
A special tommorrow, a special lover,
A superman touch, save me again.
Save me forever, save me my pain.
Resources are non as you are them all.
My body's beat through the unique of the best.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:13 pm
Til Death Do We Part
I need your love out and in
to warm my beating heart and skin
So put you hand under my cage of bones
and clawing through, up you will go.
Life saving paint of red that spills
by the gallons staining with chills
Upon your lightly toasted skin til you grab
my thumping heart. Then you caress the valves
and kiss up my neck to my lips mundane
as i squirm in agonizing pain
then softly begin to work my heart
down, carefully, not to break the delicate part.
once released, i lay down to rest
loss of blood kills the best
but you whisper for me to hang on
and i look deeply into your eyes before i am gone.
yesterday i died of a missing heart
and i tasted your tears that were salty yet sweet.
I blame cupid's damned pointed darts
But i must be thankful, without them, you i never would meet.
So hold my broken body close
in your grief i beg you not to overdose
i died for you love, happy to have given my heart to you
if you love me, remember that i stayed true
and live to remind other that once i did exist
and the best moment of my life was when your lips i did kiss.
for ramiro
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:25 pm
A Possible Resolution
I awake to a pounding beat,
In my veins i can feel the heat,
At times your my escape,
In the end you'll choose my fate,
When you rock out at a show,
that's the only time i can let myself go,
Slowly for you I'll tear off the mask,
opening up to you is a simple task,
When no one was there,
you were the one to care,
You have showed me how to live,
and you have taught me to forgive,
You're eyes were always open,
Through your words I have always spoken,
To find you when I am lost,
Oh, I would pay the greatest cost.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 7:11 pm
A Modern Day Fairytale When I was just a little girl my momma used to tuck me into bed- Stop. When I was little I tucked my self in at night because momma wasn’t there to do it for me like she should have been. Because momma was too strung out that night or passed out on the couch to remember she had a daughter or my name much less tuck her baby girl in. So I learned to wrap my self up in a self made cocoon of artificial comfort that couldn’t compare to the real thing I needed so badly. When I woke up crying from nightmares that turned into reality I rocked myself back to sleep because no one else would. I fought the monsters under the bed and in the closet with my nightlight and an iron will that wouldn’t be stopped. I was a child making excuses for a parent that should have been there to comfort me and guide me through the tough times.
She’d read me a story, it always was about a princess in distress and how a guy would save her and end up with the glory- Stop. There were no princes or knights in shining armor to save a false damsel from the world around her, because I was never a princess like other girls got to be. I had to grow up too fast to ever dream of being anything but what I was. There was no glory in life or star crossed lovers or happy ending, there was just long nights listening to the strike of the lighter and that shuddering inhale. That deep breath that drive the poison deeper into the lungs of the mother I love. Turing her into a dark figure riddled with holes that gave me glimpses of the this outside this place, glimpses of what I could be one day. The vile poison that stained the fabric of my world with ugly colors that even bleach can’t get out.
I’d lie in bed and think about the person that I wanted to be, then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn’t for me.- Stop. Because fairy tales had no room in my life of late night trips to visit modern day apothecaries selling the blackest poison on the market. A poison that spread to consume whoever it touches, strangling the life from them in a death grip like no other. A poison that tears families apart and caters to the socially fallen. My fairy tale was that I’d go to bed and not hear that strike of the light and that shuddering inhale that brought such dangerous false joy. My fairy tale was that when I asked my momma “ Why Momma why?” she wouldn’t answer with “ Cause I need it baby, I want it, I can’t live without it.” the truth was momma I needed you, I wanted you, I couldn’t live without you, because I was the child no matter how fast I had to grow up. I was still your little girl and in this topsy turvy reciprocated world I was taking care of you when it should have been the other way around. But I stand before you today a better person because of it and a confident young woman who isn’t afraid to take the world for herself. A young woman with a child’s heart and a ladies view of the world. I make my own happy endings in this modern fairy tale we call life.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 7:35 pm
::.: Fallen into Darkness :.::
I see a girl in the water. She looks like me, mimics me, but she is not me. For we are different. She be filled with cursed light,joy,laughter. and I be filled with hate,sorrow,and the blessed darkness. If we are so different, then why do we share the same body?
I saw the girl again. The one who radiates joy,laughter,hated light. But her glow has lessened, her mood darker as if a cloud has passed over the sun. Maybe this one has realized what the world truly is. For tainted souls will survive, and the pure souls die. Or it could even be that my dark aura his started into her bright, white aura.
I saw the girl again. The one who radiates joy,laughter,light. But the cloud gave way, she shines the best she can, tiering herself. I laugh, for when your soul begins to taint you cant fight it,you cant overcome it. I laugh at her, she questions why. I tell her she is becoming like me. Full of hatred, sorrow, blessed darkness and she is slowly following my path, under my black wings. She is terrified,but she now knows she cant stop it.
I saw the girl again. The one who radiated joy,laughter,light. But her glow is gone, and she is like me. I have crushed the light,joy,and laughter from my soul. I now hold the girl in my arms, my black wings curved protectedly around us. She is now like me, full of hate,sorrow, blessed darkness, and now we walk together. One body as always, one black soul. Myself, and my fallen angel.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 6:06 pm
Mock Poetry - No! by Caesar "SR".
xxNo.
xxNo no no.
xxNo no no no no.
xxNo, no no, no no no.
xxNo!
xxOkay, fine.
Inspirational Poetry - Hope by Caesar "SR".
xxHope -
xxthe changing occupation,
xxkeeping us afloat,
xxsecure from the splashing waters
xxof a sea of shattered dreams
Inspirational Poetry - "Selfness" by Caesar "SR".
xxSelfness -
xxdifficult but achievable in nature,
xxin a world hell-bent to make you
xxeverybody else
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 6:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:54 am
I usually don't like to put my stuff out there, but here's one.
Alive
In the darkness of the night
He holds her gently
Running his fingers through her golden hair
Weeping.
She gazes into his eyes.
Her muscles seize, her spine is
Wracked and broken.
His tears fall
Cascading down onto her delicate porcelain skin.
Her strength wanes.
The strings of her corset barely rise
And fall with each passing breath.
He bargains with his god
Take me instead, I’ll do anything.
Her vision fades
Falling into oblivion.
Her last breath
Frozen in time, tremulous
Clings to the chilly air.
She expires
Succumbing the injuries that consume her.
He wails.
The sound of despair echoes all around.
He kneels and curses his absent god
Who took flight at the utmost end of need.
He screams,
For the dreadful reality is seared into his mind.
He reaches for the dagger that will
Unchain his scarred and tortured soul.
Crimson regret and anguish
Gush from his sepulchral flesh.
He quivers
As the last drops of life stain the unblemished earth.
A rift is severed in the clouds.
Divine beings descend to witness
The bittersweet sight of annihilation.
Heaven’s crystalline tears flow
From the eyes of the servants of God.
Angelic hands cover the weak, helpless bodies.
The souls emerge
From the earthly flesh that held them back
And float together to the great beyond
To ensure their place together
Away from carnage and despair.
Stripped of human weakness, they’ll finally be
Alive.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 8:43 pm
ѡɧɏ ςᾴɳʼț ȳѻʊ ȿțɑɏ
Why do you leave?
Why can't you stay?
Please don't go away
Without you my heart beats slower
Why did you have to become a soldier?
So many questions in my head
When you left me,
You filled me with dread
I can already foresee
How terrible your future will be
But I know that you truly must leave
I hope to see you again on Christmas Eve
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:39 pm
+Lucky Death Card+ My sweet sweet joker you are not insane for i your puppet could tell you the same
take my card
believe in me
play it for I shall bare your sweaty trembling hands
there maybe blood and there maybe bones but i am your lucky card
remember to play me right or your consequence shall begin. ((this poem used to go with my avi but as you can see I changed it , It is also on my siggy (: I hope you like it!!
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:47 pm
+The Demon Flower+ A.K.A (two sides to everything) walls of red roses covers me
they are so beautiful and sweet
i can smile just by looking at them
the way they are perfectly shaped and they way they smell makes me happy but when they die they take on a horrid color of 'Black'
you can't smell anything
its stops time for the red rose
its like a demon waiting for its chance to seek out and take ahold of the precious rose.
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