Well, here, I shall post my works. I'll try and keep it within a reasonable font size, as to not be so hard on my new friend's eyes. I speak of the readers of course. But I will post my poems on here as they come, I will put a few on here right now for all of you to read. I hope that you enjoy.
Also, please know that I do not write to impress, I write for the joy of it. It is one of the few ways that my soul may speak plainly without being judged. So if you DO criticize, please be kind and courteous. Thank you.
Also, please know that I do not write to impress, I write for the joy of it. It is one of the few ways that my soul may speak plainly without being judged. So if you DO criticize, please be kind and courteous. Thank you.
Poem #1
I've not the ability to deal with this,
So it seems my life is marked for haunt,
My words are marked by deaf,
Any my mind with terror,
I try so hard to get it all out,
But still, your ears are deaf,
Yet still, your eyes are blind,
For they do not wish to see,
The Pain and Suffering of Your's Truly,
Poem #2
My hopes and my dreams have all but left me,
Yet still I dwell on the fact that I live,
Taking every day with shattered disregard,
And prayer of simplicity to come to me,
To take complexity, and mold it to fit,
For my life is that of nothing,
A black rose, among a sea of white,
The purity of my previous mind,
Taken by the black of a single day,
I take no comfort in knowing I shall not wake up,
From a tortured existence of regret,
But then wait, I have all of you,
I have your minds, your hearts, and ears,
How then can I not take comfort?
My cohorts have left me, back to shadow,
For my friends have come to be from the heavens above,
I do not know how, they've managed to come,
By the rain of the heavens, or by the prayer of me,
I do know that they're here,
And I do know that they fear,
For everyone has, times in their life,
To which they write every single line,
To reflect their days, hour by hour,
Every moment, taken in stride,
For the pointless day, is soon to end,
And bring about, a new existence,
And show us the happiness that we've all but lost,
And renew that which was taken from us,
We, your children, ask for guidance,
In this a pale time in our lives,
Take us away, far away.
Poem #3
All in all, beauty will fade,
Your actions, your quotes, and the face you made,
But your mind and your thoughts, will last forever,
So know this here, it's now or never,
To take that person, and make them your own,
Their attention, and yours, you'd be sure to loan,
And captivate them, and show them you,
You shall see, your relationship renew,
To something more, then just friend,
And show them love, no one could send,
Keep them yours for all your lives,
A love which could be cut by no knives,
For external entities can not harm,
Your love will be true, and give you alarm,
A love so strong, no one could break,
A love so strong, no one could make,
It is here, before your eyes,
So see where, your allegiance lies,
With your mind, and with your heart,
Or do you wish to be a work of art?
Poem #4
Such passion is the feeling of my heart,
Whilst I look upon a beauty, a work of art,
Only in dreams and in books, do you so show,
And I have read each of them, fantastical no?
Yet still I look upon the ground pondering,
I watch in confusion, while my feet move, sauntering,
I walk upon this world thinking only of you,
Your beauty, your laugh, and your voice too,
Please, come with me, and be mine,
Be my love, and we will be fine,
I will treat you as a Goddess,
As long as you aren't so modest,
Do not be fooled, for you are perfection,
God has done well in creating this reflection,
I speak of the world, such a wonderful thing,
Causes the heart, and mind to sing,
But you see, I now know,
That the world is an unworthy foe,
For even though it was modeled after you,
There is no comparison, when we are two,
Nothing can take my eyes away,
Whenever I wait, and hear you say,
"I love you."
Poem #5
Never sweeter have these halls been,
Filled with happy, women and men,
That legendary scent, that of rose,
Removes all sorrow, all hate, and all foes,
That delicate flower, and its marvelous petals,
I love to watch and see as it settles,
This single symbol of love and more,
Has influenced people, greater then ever before,
It drives people to do such wild things,
But then who wouldn't? When your heart sings?
Such a wonderful thing,
To make one's heart sing,
And all of this, for one thing or two,
It doesn't matter, as hearts re-new,
I love it all, this much is true,
I can only imagine, if we were two.
I've not the ability to deal with this,
So it seems my life is marked for haunt,
My words are marked by deaf,
Any my mind with terror,
I try so hard to get it all out,
But still, your ears are deaf,
Yet still, your eyes are blind,
For they do not wish to see,
The Pain and Suffering of Your's Truly,
Poem #2
My hopes and my dreams have all but left me,
Yet still I dwell on the fact that I live,
Taking every day with shattered disregard,
And prayer of simplicity to come to me,
To take complexity, and mold it to fit,
For my life is that of nothing,
A black rose, among a sea of white,
The purity of my previous mind,
Taken by the black of a single day,
I take no comfort in knowing I shall not wake up,
From a tortured existence of regret,
But then wait, I have all of you,
I have your minds, your hearts, and ears,
How then can I not take comfort?
My cohorts have left me, back to shadow,
For my friends have come to be from the heavens above,
I do not know how, they've managed to come,
By the rain of the heavens, or by the prayer of me,
I do know that they're here,
And I do know that they fear,
For everyone has, times in their life,
To which they write every single line,
To reflect their days, hour by hour,
Every moment, taken in stride,
For the pointless day, is soon to end,
And bring about, a new existence,
And show us the happiness that we've all but lost,
And renew that which was taken from us,
We, your children, ask for guidance,
In this a pale time in our lives,
Take us away, far away.
Poem #3
All in all, beauty will fade,
Your actions, your quotes, and the face you made,
But your mind and your thoughts, will last forever,
So know this here, it's now or never,
To take that person, and make them your own,
Their attention, and yours, you'd be sure to loan,
And captivate them, and show them you,
You shall see, your relationship renew,
To something more, then just friend,
And show them love, no one could send,
Keep them yours for all your lives,
A love which could be cut by no knives,
For external entities can not harm,
Your love will be true, and give you alarm,
A love so strong, no one could break,
A love so strong, no one could make,
It is here, before your eyes,
So see where, your allegiance lies,
With your mind, and with your heart,
Or do you wish to be a work of art?
Poem #4
Such passion is the feeling of my heart,
Whilst I look upon a beauty, a work of art,
Only in dreams and in books, do you so show,
And I have read each of them, fantastical no?
Yet still I look upon the ground pondering,
I watch in confusion, while my feet move, sauntering,
I walk upon this world thinking only of you,
Your beauty, your laugh, and your voice too,
Please, come with me, and be mine,
Be my love, and we will be fine,
I will treat you as a Goddess,
As long as you aren't so modest,
Do not be fooled, for you are perfection,
God has done well in creating this reflection,
I speak of the world, such a wonderful thing,
Causes the heart, and mind to sing,
But you see, I now know,
That the world is an unworthy foe,
For even though it was modeled after you,
There is no comparison, when we are two,
Nothing can take my eyes away,
Whenever I wait, and hear you say,
"I love you."
Poem #5
Never sweeter have these halls been,
Filled with happy, women and men,
That legendary scent, that of rose,
Removes all sorrow, all hate, and all foes,
That delicate flower, and its marvelous petals,
I love to watch and see as it settles,
This single symbol of love and more,
Has influenced people, greater then ever before,
It drives people to do such wild things,
But then who wouldn't? When your heart sings?
Such a wonderful thing,
To make one's heart sing,
And all of this, for one thing or two,
It doesn't matter, as hearts re-new,
I love it all, this much is true,
I can only imagine, if we were two.
