Desolation Left emptiness, vacant room stark walls, lonely broom tilting table, checkered cloth coffee stains, lifeless moth human beings here once dwelt perhaps hope here once was felt but look around and see could it have been but misery desolation dwells Uninspired ornaments of alabaster molded scrolls of casting plaster windows smudged with coated grime wooden floors revealing time desolation dwells Left emptiness, vacant room stark walls, lonely broom tilting table, rusty knife reminders of the time this lonely place once was alive human beings here once dwelt joy and sorrow once were felt now shadows cast a silent spell and desolation dwells.
I have rendezvous with a friend, but never have I meet him Scarcely have I seen him in my own life and he meets with everyone in due time I have a rendezvous with a friend whom saw me enter upon the stage I’ve yet to meet this friend of mine but he tells me our contact grows with my age. I have a rendezvous with this friend not as a formality For my friend is said to suffer from his own immortality I’ve seen others meet with my friend, and so abruptly their lives did end He watched my birth unfurl and knew where I’d meet my end in this world He is not cold yet not kind; he judges the world through impartial eyes I have a rendezvous with death, and I shall not fail that rendezvous
You want me dead, you want me gone, and I’ll be your wayward vagabond See through my scratched lenses and cry out repentance when you see me unscathed You want me deranged, you want me insane, and you want me to cry, you want me to lie, do you want me to just die? Love is my hatred, without it I’m naked, but you’re the ones who made it this way. You want me complicate, you want me absolved, and you want me to be the victim when your morals fall? Livid fueled passion, your medial distractions of the tragedies that happen in this world today You want me censored, you want me cut, and you want me to give fuck about the lies you feed the youth? Diversionary tactics, plain and full of placid people who hold the reigns, power you promise me if I bow to your infirmity You want me conformed, you want me dumb, you want me to be mentally numb as I march to your god’s son I’ll be the fire of your rage, the maggot of your decay, the fear that you feel when I show what is real You want me dead, you want be gone and I’ll be your wayward vagabond, pugnacious I am when you try to grab my hand Conflicted and reeling from this hate that you’re feeling, you’re hopeless when knelling under a crumbling ceiling. You want me to fly, you want me to never again speak, and you know the secrets that I keep will bring about your end.
If you are hated, feel no pain, be that person who sings happily in the rain If you are lonely and have felt unknown, be warmer than those who left you out in the cold If you are rejected, misjudged or simply misconstrued, let your character reflect the true you. If you are bent, beaten or worn, get up and grow stronger and tend to what is torn. If you’re hopeless or given up on life, urge yourself to believe that peace will not come by way of the knife. If you are unwanted, treated as garbage believe me when I say you’re life will turn out okay If there’s one lesson I’ve learned from my turbulent youth, all it takes one person to care and give meaning to you and to save you from despair.
no it is wrong obviously, one must kill his ennemies first before being himself insisting on being positively away from evil and hate, would take advantage of u later enslaving u then to their lives one is stronger by hitting back right and kill what hitted it first
A haiku by wegs Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I like what I have read so far. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Here is my contribution...a haiku... Love leaves me aching For something I cannot have Love, why do you taunt? One more...edited to add Leaves, bright green and red Remind me of you and love Falling to the ground *i tend to write poems about things that are mysteries to me...love is a mysterious force to which I sometimes like, and sometimes not so much. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!love can hurt but it can also heal and move mountains. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Thank u for letting me share my work with u.
Little Snowdrop - Little Snowdrop - Author Unknown The world may never notice If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom, Or even pause to wonder If the petals fall too soon. But every life that ever forms, Or ever comes to be, Touches the world in some small way For all eternity. The little one we longed for Was swiftly here and gone. But the love that was then planted Is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty, Our hearts know what to do. For every beating of our hearts Says that we love you.
Sunrise from the Mountains by: Anna Katherine Green Hung thick with jets of burning gold, the sky Crowns with its glorious dome the sleeping earth, Illuminating hill and vale. O'erhead, The nebulous splendor of the milky way Stretches afar; while, crowding up the heavens, The planets worship 'fore the thrones of God, Casting their crowns of gold beneath His feet. It is a scene refulgent! and the very stars Tremble above, as though the voice divine Reverberated through the dread expanse. But soft! a change! A timid creeping up of gray in east-- A loss of stars on the horizon's verge-- Gray fades to pearl and spreads up zenithward, The while a wind runs low from hill to hill, As if to stir the birds awake, rouse up The nodding trees, and draw off silence like A garment from the drowsy earth. The heavens Are full of points of light that go and come And go, and leave a tender ashy sky. The pearl has pushed its way to north and south, Save where a line spun 'tween two peaks at east, Gleams like a cobweb silvered by the sun. It grows--a gilded cable binding hill To hill! it widens to a dazzling belt Half circling earth, then stretches up on high-- A golden cloth laid down 'fore kingly feet. Thus spreads the light upon the heavens above, While earth hails each advancing step, and lifts Clear into view her rich empurpled hills, To keep at even beauty with the sky. The neutral tints are deeply saffroned now; In streaks, auroral beams of colored light Shoot up and play about the long straight clouds And flood the earth in seas of crimson. Ah, A thrill of light in serpentine, quick waves, A stooping of the eager clouds, and lo, Majestic, lordly, blinding bright, the sun Spans the horizon with its rim of fire!
I read that. You intend to put me in my place you lack the certain type of lace pertaining to that type of grace those eyes stack not in their original space the cardinal rule of my immortal gaze is it stays within a portal haze virtue, justice, comes with age experience trust comes with a talk anger rage comes with a stalk pace the sage and we shall walk still I can't just turn the page wisdom with worldly wonders will try you ignorance not to be plundered
*blush* i wrote that poem (that i deleted) at a different time in my life...guess seeing it on the screen again felt weird. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! ^^ this flows well. i like it.
I wrote this poem a while ago, about love. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Summer love Sticky hot Steamy, and breathless Count the days 'til summer When I will be wet And glistening from sweat Writhing in glee, we will be wrapped up in love At least for a moment Or two