COMPLETED POEMS ♥♥ Јϋѕт Ŝсаяѕ ♥♥: This thread is specifically for poetry work you've either recently written, or have already done. Please do NOT include poetry from the room Poetry Tag: it has it's own thread labeled such. Work that you label as lyrics should go under the lyrics thread. Thank you.   Zhya: Do Not Surrender By: xanderiley May 22, 2009 Do not surrender the words, That turn within you, Looking for a page, To fall out upon. Do not turn away from them, Not for imagined safety, Not for outward anonymity, They will not last. Do not turn away, You will curse yourself, For those steps not taken, In safe anonymity, miserably. Zhya: Iprisoned... BY: theeviljc May 25, 2009 The light beams in from the small cwxzw, slightly illuminating my tiny room. Patiently I wait for the attack, the steadily growing feeling of doom. I hate when they make me wait. Like the night before. Too much is at stake, Time ticks, like a hammer on my door. I can hear them screaming my name, a chorus of demons after my soul! "you will not with this game!!!!" I declare my goal. My heart is on fire, I cannot be free. Imprisoned by the liar, my mind betrays me. Only one way out, something shiny the corner.. Sharpened metal mount, stolen from the mortar. The bitter sweet relieve of pain, as the crimson pool flows freely. peace i have once regained, as the demon chorus leaves me.. Zhya: Followed By: Firesflame22 May 19, 2009 Knowledge of the past only helps hold up the possible future. Why am I always followed, why am I always running. Why do these questions plague my mind even tho I know their not real. These wounds caused on me by the ones known to me shall never heal but shall scar with the past of time. Why am I always followed, why am I always running. I know that I have to turn and face the eyes of that past that I dwell on so much. With my mind as my sword I batter down the lies, embrace the truth,love is always, love is true, love is pure I will no longer be followed by these wicked lies. I will no longer run from these lies, I will fight theses lies embrace the truth of always, true, and pure Zhya: Sad Man's Lullaby By: Firesflame22 May 19, 2009 To The one I love with all my heart, I am your Knight. I don't know what's going on, my mind so clouded the fog blinds my eyes from seeing the truth. I love you so much yet I know I can't help. The destruction it leads to eats me from inside out. My love for you I know is ever lasting but I know that it tears me apart. I want to find you, I want to hold you, I wanna take you away from everything that intrudes on our love but I know I can't. This is your life to lead so I leave you be. In the shadows I lay, watching your every step. Call my name and I'll be there your knight in armor, I'll fight the darkness, I'll fight the evil, I'll fight everything against you just let me be there for you. Zhya: Some one like you By: Shade_of_blue May, 28, 2009 moving down walking through a massive crowd seeing nobody i know i fall to the ground shatterd as if it all matterd that someone like you belongs to me. But to shake the mountains of people around i would have to sing your name upon the highest place so i sing for the millions that arent you, but there you are looking above with those beautifull eyes , am i realy alive. I feel so alive my soul echoing the truth beackoning, I need you to be here with me and not under the false pretence. I'm reading the lost feelings within my soul to show you all, the things I forgot to say to hold you down and make you stay. I need to know is my voice strong enough for you to hear and not be lost within the void that is a massive crowd. Are you hearing this like you need to breath my voice keeping you alive to my musical feats. Is there no great swoon then your name upon the great melody that is yours , the great symphony that is you , is there nothing more I can do to show you what god intended for me to feel. Im here loosing my self for you , telling you the truth that theres nothing more simple and complicated then what I feel for you. And in all honesty the music plays the way you make it, your beauty shapes the tone in my voice the words molded by your emotion. No words can match the real you and not this painted face upon my lyrical make you are with out a doubt my truth in the millions of people. Zhya: Pretense of an Angel By: Shade_of_blue May 28, 2009 I saw this angel sitting there cutting her self. I said to her “angel ,angels don’t cut them selves there too perfect”, she replied “I maybe what I’ am but I suffer the same fate as humans, I am but not perfect, I am but a fairy tale, you look to me with love and respect but look at me now I cut just to know pain because of this perfect innocents, I’ am not the person I ought to be I am the person that lacks all inside of me you can feel love for me but I cry with black eyes and blood that runs red in my vein”. To see a person fall is but utter sadness I saw a beautiful angel become nothing, but she defied life with everything, somehow I could cry to know her and still be happy with who she is, she showed me the truth behind innocent eyes because she was but part of those everyday judgment. I try not to judge anymore more I try to know more truths and less lies, I try to hold my humanity with sanity and reason, I was happy for her just sad to know her fate. Zhya: White Noise (What the Silence Says) By: X May 9, 2009 I thought the internet sucked But now that I met you, I’m going to look for you every single day! But Tomorrow, I’m going to disappear and you’ll never see me again You’re the most intelligent man I’ve ever met… you really make a girl think But Even though you’re an expert in this area, I don’t really believe you know anything, so I’ll get some advice from someone else I’m so glad you signed on today… You make such a difference in my life I’d have killed myself if I hadn’t met you But I just can’t ever find time to call you I love you! But Love is SUCH a relative term I want to meet you But It’ll have to be when my husband isn’t looking You’re the most special man…….. ……. in the upper-right-hand corner of my screen! You have such a beautiful way with words So I'm going to use yours on my boyfriend tonight and see what reaction I get You’re absolutely perfect! But You need to change just a few little things about you You brighten my day Which Doesn’t deter me from b%z*$x&y to you about every other man I know I don’t love you But If the weather changes, I might tomorrow How come you never talk anymore? You look at the ceiling and I feel like so much white noise That you’re just tuning out What I think is funny Is that one day someone real WILL come along And after all the bullshit I’ve fed you …You’ll tune her out too How dare you not bare your soul to me! I’m offended and you’re a loser I can do better In fact I probably already have Zhya: A Poem For Her By: NYRangerfan May 18, 2009 All the wretched thought of This, a weltering soul collapse. A collective emotion, one that wears a mask in an opening scene. Dark and unequivocal it can not see. It is an infinite and unbridled tide pushing forever forward. This feeling, this whisper in the night that sounds like your voice calls out to me. The sound intoxicates my every thought, and I am lost for you. The very quintessential human titillation thrusts me to you. A basic and barbaric desire, it feeds into an animalistic appetite. Increasing in amplitude, it deviates into an admiration of uncontrollable fascination. Finally this enthrallment evolves and a pledge is born. A vow, a promise. When is it that you will hear these words? Patience and stoicism will tell. All I can say is that I have seen no Angel, but I have seen you. And that is more than enough for me. Zhya: Missing Posted: May 30 2009 By: JustScars Sublime is this cadence Go on, Breath me in Quickly turning virulent Exhale but its to late Spiraling dreams abound Robust and yet weightless Reality grasps, tauntingly Ripping away my vision Fleeting lucidity Self imposed erosion Dismantled realism Unjust is the idolatry Faithful to the nothingness Zhya: Manifest Posted: May 30 2009 By: JustScars Crimson vision Angst brewing amidst the page false intentions Tactfully spun Rage rising inside burning flesh Fueling dismay Fabricated B^*z% Manufactured W*~%@ Be what you want be who you are face the music You've lost Nothing, thats what you are Zhya: Fantasy Posted: May 30 2009 By: JustScars Dismal intentions lay at my feet Words hurled Without conviction Empty thoughts mechanical response Self Painted visions Mold your reality twist it to fit deep throat and choke I'm sick of it Swallow the truth It'll come up again Belemic conscience Purging those sins Stringing along facts Tangled in that web The noose around your neck can you feel the tension Suspended in fantasy Loosing your grip Stumbling, about to trip Self suicide You'll prove me right Zhya: (About the Easter Island statues) Gargoyles Posted: June 8 2009 By: X Centuries staring Upon the waves and wash No man knows who turned their grim countenances seaward Or why But there is a unique comfort in these silent stones Timeless as the tides They whisper without moving their granite overbites Breathe without air Night falls, and they keep watch Morning flares, and they keep watch As if being the only things living long enough To watch time itself rise Like the dawn of each new epoch One does not know who forged these dark faces But whether it was man or alien They clearly saw beyond The rains come, the rains go The tidal waves roar, the gulls cry And the mysterious sentinels of time Remain Zhya: Song for My Child Unborn Posted: June 8 2009 By: X When I was a younger man, I thought I had things figured out I knew that building families was what life was about I took for granted that one day I’d find the perfect girl And she would bear me children, the most beautiful in the world I could never imagine anything of more perfection Than the way that I would feel at that moment of conception Perhaps I’d have a son, a “chip off the ol’ block” He alone would honor me where others elected not I could surely raise him better than my parents raised me And he would be my closest thing to immortality Maybe a musician—I could show him how to play Or maybe an accountant—I could point him the right way I could help him with his schoolwork, assure him better grades Maybe he would not repeat the same mistakes I’d made Perhaps I’d have a daughter—if I had my way, I would She could love me back the way no woman ever could A little female me, so frail and warm and soft With tiny hands that I could hold until she nodded off Maybe a majorette—the leader at the parade Or maybe a researcher—she’d find the cure for AIDS I wouldn’t care if her accomplishments numbered none I’d love her just for who she was, not what she’d ever done These were the kinds of dreams that bubbled in my head Every night, they plagued me while I tried to sleep in bed For what seemed like eternity, I spent my nights alone I waited for a woman whose heart I could call home Alas, the years were cold to me—she never did appear And my hopes waned down to nothing with every passing year I was never found worthy, for this reason or that I never hit the “home run”, and seldom got up to bat This one found me wimpy, that one found me rough This one found me too talkative, that one not enough My only consolation from rejection to be had Was when they chose a “better” man and the relationship went bad Although stable on the outside, I cried when I was alone All I ever wanted was a child to call my own I lamented to my friends, I cried to God above Why was I unworthy of such consideration and love? One friend told me of her daughter’s latest fit Once merely screaming out her views, she’d now begun to hit Had I done this to my parents, I’d have been mortally assailed But now you can’t even fight back or they haul you off to jail And to add to this, her daughter added some icy parting words I remembered them well, because they really struck a chord: “I wish you’d never had me, but I didn’t have a choice.” And in those words, I thought I heard my unborn daughter’s voice This ultimately taught me a previously-overlooked fact: Your fathering them is no guarantee they’ll love you back Another of my cronies had a son who was his life Until they granted sole custody to his vindictive ex-wife He seemed a great father, by anyone’s estimation But increasingly, women get revenge through biased litigation Half his earnings now support a son he’ll never see Men are fully expendable in the modern family He told me, “Don’t have kids, man. You always get burned.” Would his words be mine if fate had taken the same turn? The lesson that I learned from this catastrophic strife? Just because you have them doesn’t mean you will for life Still another friend had a problem with a school Seems they were teaching his kids that parents were fools “Your parents ruined the world” is the current ideology “No authority is legitimate” is the new philosophy His kids smoke dope in his house with all their friends The police no longer offer assistance from their end You’re responsible for what they do, yet you have no control What will society be like when THEY get old? And what point did I gather from his depressing news? Because you are their dad doesn’t mean they share your views Zhya: Song for My Child Unborn (Part 2) Posted: June 8 2009 By: X In sum, I’m writing you, my child, this letter from the heart Sometimes wrongs can only be righted if not done from the start It saddens me that my experience has led to this I love you no less because you don’t exist No school will ever turn you against me No government will ever let you victimize me No woman will ever take you from me No experience will ever make you hate me And you will never be expected to be like me Or to love me Sleep well . . . (Note to moderators: these are not lyrics to a song. The term merely appears in the title.) Zhya: Emptiness Posted: June 8 2009 By: X It lies not in places never occupied But in places once occupied that are no more A desert dune is what it is and always has been But an abandoned house, a fallen tree These things bring a tear I would give anything to have it all back again To feel that familiar warmth coming from the hearth To right all that I did wrong A bird can land on your shoulder one day And eat of all that you give it But if you fail to feed it consistently It may wander off, never to return And that is the greatest ache of all Knowing that you had the magic of the universe in hand And lost it It aches to know that certain words can never be said again The way they once were, the way that breathed life into me But the tormenting silence is not as wretched As the lack of sentiment altogether I emerge the jester, the fool How can I be taken seriously? My actions undermine my words How can I be understood? I have nothing to say How can I find a direction? All six of them lead nowhere My mind has eroded My soul has imploded The day that the bird on your shoulder Takes flight, finding the food you offer no longer filling It is you who suddenly feel hungry, empty And you eat and drink everything in sight But you have no stomach, only a bottomless chasm The more you consume, the emptier you feel Like an addiction to sulfuric acid And you would give anything you had Anything you could acquire If only that free love Would return Zhya: Posted: June 9 2009 By: JustScars This innocence is tragic As my love strangles me Lost in a feeling so strong Its weight crushing So painfully aware of what lay a head forgoing the warnings No slowing down Breaks are out No peacefull ending I see whats coming Everything flying by at the speed of light all in slow motion I'd buckle up but but the impact will take me anyway Headed for my demise my own doing I punish myself and keep on track I deserve the pain soon, I'll feel it Unjustly you will too at my hands you will suffer simply... because I loved you. Zhya: Posted: June 9 2009 By: ViolentSponge I'm thinking or joining the men among men. Running through the desert with a rifle in my hand. Overthrowing governments of people overseas. Become one of the few, the proud, the Marines. I hate to do a push-up, or to run a mile, Or get yelled at in my face, while I'm not allowed to smile. Killing people who I don't know and breathing blowing sand All to fill my pockets to the tune of twenty-grand. People tell me that they're soldiers so that I can have free speech, As though that point of argument puts them out of reach. "The pen is mightier than the sword", is what the scholars say. Since it seems to be the rule, I will try to obey. Zhya: Posted: June 27 2009 By: Just_Scars The moon shines bright in the sky to night yet is dull and dark in her heart Where there should be so much joy and laughter All she hears are the echoes of her shackles She opens her heart and the brooding takes over trying to remember where she lost it Fumbling around like the blind Nothing or no one to guide her So very alone in the crowd The feet shuffle across the floor As they bustle about Its maddening, and almost unbearable To hear life moving all around and to be paralyzed unable to blink with out feeling the pain Sitting in her own purgatory just waiting For someone to pass judgment so she may know her fate Adored and admired by many and for what Shes not worthy Dwindling into the abyss A broken angel, with torn off wings Ripped right from her flesh As the night fades and the sun begins to rise she slips off into her own shadows Masking who you'd see in true light Just waiting for the darkness to consume her Shattered into a million pieces Such a pretty mosaic Plastered amongst the filth Zhya: Posted: June 27 2009 By: Just_Scars Traces of him still linger the feel of him still indents The places she keeps him even if only remnants Are in her heart well guarded Kept safe from further damage The love they've shared will never die IT lives on in memory though faded time embedded in every fiber of very single strand All that they were nestled in her hand she clings to pictures Holding on to him her soul crying Begging, to sin Not wanting to let go Knowing that she should Cant undo the past Even if you would Silence now screams Drowning in her thoughts Her heart slowly breaks More now than ever, just lost Zhya: Posted: June 27 2009 By: Just_Scars Feed the fear that cripples you Watch it turn you blue Choke on the pain you create Feel it tearing you in two Tied to your own terrors bloody tears rolling down your cheek Soft hand touches your face Whispers, there now don't you weep Displaying false concern and care Creating a sense of relief only to turn and beat me Steeling my innocence like a thief You love me not, and hate me so Grip my wrists with rage in mind Feed the demons with yourself Its only a matter of time A regret to you I must be As you slowly take my life One last breath leaks out as you remove the knife Zhya: The Cheshire's Smile Posted: June 28 2009 By: TheMoo You know me on the inside You know me on the out You know how i feel You know how i think You know what im about You know my best side Something i try not to hide. You even know that darkest part The part that all the while Knows the darkside of my heart You know my Cheshire's Smile. While all the world may swoon and sway You know the way i think And slowly they all fade away As once the Cheshire blinks Inside my world you've been and seen You felt the Cheshires glare It makes you feel rank and unclean But you have hung in there While all the world may swoon and sway You know just where i've been And slowly they all fade away With a simple Cheshire's grin. You've faced the Cheshire yet unscathed And still you choose to stay While the Cheshire may blink and grin He knows you're here to stay. You seen the darkness and felt my heart You've stayed here all the while While we may be worlds apart You've tamed my Cheshire's Smile. Zhya: PAIN!! Posted: June 30 2009 By:screamingeagle93 Pain hard reality that strikes the soul as i weep endlessly in the trail of sorrow.Emotions running wild through my brain.Do i cry or get angry. Should i forgive and move on. It hurts to much like a stab deep in my back the pain pounds me into the earth mercilessly. The throbbing death of veins and the artery of my soul being clogged with dark thoughts thoughts of hurt and disdane will i ever feel free i dont know. Zhya: LOVE Posted: June 30 2009 By: screamingeagle93 Love is patient and kind they say. But love can be a wild emotion running like a river through ones soul permeating the being of ones heart.The feeling of being light in the head and weak in the knees and yes even breathless. It should and can be tamed but the rush sometimes is to great to desire the one ya love the one you long to give your all to even to give your life for. All your strength and time and energy into this one person the person whom you want to see the first thing in the morning and the last person ya see at night. Love is a many splended thing sigh. However we must control our emotions so we dont hurt the person we love for they might not feel the love we do.  ♥♥ Јϋѕт Ŝсаяѕ ♥♥: MY HALO: Well rested, but still worse for wear the lies I fed myself, still rip and tear Feeding the chaos isn't it half the fun Blood shot eyes, and a half missing face All that I've become leaves a bitter taste these SCARS remind me, I am one! Falling just as fast as I'm falling from grace Trading in my halo, I don't need it these days but feeding the chaos isn't it half the fun Go on and get going, don't let me keep you here Left to drown in my manifested fears You can't save me! I've done this to myself, I've tied my own knot I chose to take a chance, I knew that cost You can't save ME! oooooo hhhhhhh... ohhhhh oh oooooo hhhhhhh... ohhhhh oh Trading in my halo, I don't need it anymore Puttin down my EGO, It's time for me to go oooooo hhhhhhh... ohhhhh oh oooooo hhhhhhh... ohhhhh oh Trading in my halo, I don't need it anymore Puttin down my EGO, It's time for me to go ____________________________________________________________ I'm fine: Just a wolf , in sheep's clothin, that's all you've ever been Here to take what you wanted, but yer not leavin with my skin I'm tired of hidin, baby ..so tired of this fight... I'm over you now darlin... time to call it a night...... I don't wanna see you anymore, OHHH I don't wanna contemplate I don't wanna think about the lies Baby or the hate Your just a dead end, full of promises disguised ohhh GET THIS WOOL OFF OF MY EYES leave the pieces of my shattered pride alone.. I"m fine Hurry up and go now I don't need your empty eyes Don't smile....Don't cry......oh baby.... OHHH DON'T YOU BLINK AN EYE just get it over with, OH and give me back my life... and when you go, Be sure to take your memories Don't leave behind anything we used to be Wash your self out of my heart, oh and baby take the rag I don't need anything to remind me... oh of what we had leave the pieces of my shattered pride alone.. I"m fine Hurry up and go now I don't need your empty lies leave the pieces of my shattered pride alone.. I"m fine Hurry up and go now ... you don't' NEED to sympathize Don't smile....Don't cry......oh DON'T YOU BLINK AN EYE just get it over with, and give me back my life... |