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An enigma, with a mysterious allure.
She had eyes as blue as the clear sky,
And a body as perfect as it could be.
With her coy smile and gentle words,
She bewitched the whole town.
They called her a good girl, a perfect girl;
The one with whom you should settle down.
But one fine day, she was accosted
By a cheap, unwanted drunk.
His words were filthy and dire,
He thought that he's got her without a doubt.
A fist to his cheek and
A knee to his loins.
And so, everyone found out that
A beautiful rose always has it's deadly thorns.
I hold a candle to find
the gloomy road which
will lead me to the underground
To find the source,I fear
I need to fill my eyes with tears
Time's passing by
like a feather that flies in the wind
Nothing remains the same,it's a sign
Only my love for you will be safe
Forever my heart will stay awake
Feeling happy and depressed tonight
it's not impossible,don't be uptight
You prefer another one
You're unreachable,I know that
But have you ever felt the fever of my heart?
Time's passing by
like a feather that flies in the wind
Everything changes in time
But my love isn't forgotten
Forever my words will be rotten
I only know that I'll always love you
Darkness fills the sky.
It's three hours after nine,
Secretly they cry.
She's all alone with her tears.
A broken heart that dies.
Empty rooms upstairs,
Those walls full of fights.
He's driving to nowhere,
Along an abandoned street.
Her decision is so unfair.
Wasn't this love concrete?
Chaotic thoughts in their minds,
Like a midnight lullaby.
A shooting star shines,
Marking their goodbye.
TEARDROPS IN ABSINTHE
She's spent the last twelve hours drowning teardrops in absinthe,
Stuttered vinyl mutes her cries, while her sweetheart's sound asleep,
'Cause breaking promises are easy if they are ones he'd never keep
LOCK the prison in her head; tighten up her insecurity,
What's the lowest he will go to disguise his immaturity?
His hopeless lover knows she's damned, but she slips back into bed,
To self-medicate an aching heart that he should've fixed instead
Oh it's so bitter sweet, baby's got a bad addiction,
He needs the kind of rush that will only be forgot,
A little something more to satisfy his poor attention,
An apology seems throwaway, but reality is not
Oh but it's so hard to sleep, to shut her eyes through all the friction,
Every rose may have its thorn, but his more sharp than some,
So she throws a bottle back, a kind of morbid self-infliction,
'Cause broken promises can't hurt you if your pulse is twice as numb
My time here's so binding
Nothing to say and nothing to dream
All is finally as it seems
Growing up and growing older
Feeling down and feeling lower
Standing up and falling over
Never wish to be sober
Peaceful thoughts from the harbor
Life slows down and just gets harder
Green light flashes and all hit go
Speeding straight in the unknown
Lifeless clouds on an empty canvas
Closed in space on an open mattress
Life's all around yet we're so alone
Nobody's perfect so why do we clone?
A Pirate's Heart
swaying in the wind
a storm brewing
with conscious despair
and yearning for battle
slicing through the fog
like a sword through your heart
watching with trepidation
for the attack that must commence
the creaking ship
majesty of our enemies
a flag with little meaning left
but below the bellows begin
a narrative so familiar
our battle begins once more
there is a beauty
in this steady fight
hearts pounding for the sea
but yearning for the dry land
a distant memory
of a quiet life
here is where our true calling lies
in an ocean of blood
sedated by rum
you may leave by a plank
but those grains of wood
that once supported you
would be your cause of death
when you join Davy Jones in his locker
The timer inside you is about to explode,
No meaning of life, like part of you's died,
The fuse inside you is about to be blown,
The clocks have all stopped and everything's in slow motion,
Your lonesome self-battle is coming to an end,
You're taking the leap, the big leap of faith,
The powers of freedom are your mighty defence,
Hear the beat of your heart, you're right at the start,
No-one can tell you that you can't play the game,
Just clear out your mind, and proceed with the climb,
They can't drag you down no matter what they say.
Yet She Rests Her Soul
to smell fragrances
of souls divine,
has her heart
molten stone -
weaving to eternal
burials - ah,
a morale, by choice
flanks to stars.
bounded hands are
of chains trapped
in gravity, like rings
bare chests; lest
to an escaping altar;
bare bones are innocent
in chestnut boxes.
steps arrange to owe
a glare beyond
red roses and white tulips,
grace slips to a delicate
lonely by day,
tired of loved souls
being swept away;
by far - her Heaven
is listed besides beauty
and such a curse
if blessed is
storied unto memory,
the same fate
by night until
I rest with
her gentle voice
wandering in tides.
In my mind, I’m on the brink.
Torn apart, sticks and stones.
No one cares, about my bones.
Days go by, I still feel used
Collected by my life's abuse
My anger side, pushed away.
Like a dog put out to stray.
I grow up, hate myself.
Hate these memories, on the shelf.
The story goes, on and on.
Then my life felt, like it was gone.
Daddy I miss your familiar touch.
I’m so sorry, you did this much.
Pain and sorrow, fill my heart.
Why did this ever start?
Bound behind those cursed locks, tragically, my words will die.
Never will my words be free to gaze upon the morning sun.
How horrible it is to be bereft of all that’s said and done.
For who has waged a bitter war on words that never fell a man?
Who has declared my words a scourge, and buried them before they began?
Like hounds to every beck and call, my words are servants to thine will.
For broken words aren’t words at all, but shattered dreams of the unfulfilled.
Our books are burned and torn to shreds, a genocide of malcontent.
No word is safe from an early end that disobeys the establishment
For who has written on the wall, the hallowed words of the status quo?
My words are victims to the fall of everything we’ve come to know.
Rise up, young men and women, now! To scatter bomb the “thought blockade”!
Head up, my soldier, don’t look down! For freedom is the price to pay!
We’re brave, courageous, catastrophic authors of our destiny.
We’re the bane of the autocratic despots peddling tyranny!
For who has thrown the gauntlet down to cast a shadow on our rights?
The ones who force us to the ground and punish those who won’t comply?
My words—amplified throughout the land—shall never be confined again
To corrode like carcass in the sand, and wither away in the desert rain…
It’s the saddest wait I have to make between the times that I kiss you
All those days taking trains, all those nights taking flights; it’s all worth it in the end
‘Cause they remind me that I need you
All your tears when I’m not here;
All these never ending fears;
It’s worth it all in the end.
Now, I know you’re not my first love but you make me feel new;
I thought I’d had it all until the first time that I wanted you
The smell of your baking recalls my childhood home,
Now my greatest fear on Earth is you being alone
There’s nowhere as safe as wherever we are
There’s nothing that feels as raw as being apart
You gave your innocence
It was innocent
It’s worth it all in the end.
Just starting out was the biggest leap we ever took -
Now I can’t forget the first night and the way your body shook
You haven’t changed your sheets for two nights since I left
‘Cause they smell like me and you can’t bear to forget
When we are far away
It feels like yesterday
But it’s worth it all in the end.
She's searching her soul now
for love at the end of the verse
She bleeds for the system
That brands her a victim
In fear that the pain would get worse
Her heart is so tender
In silence that scattered her thoughts
The shadows are creeping
And voices are speaking
In nightmares she hasn't forgot
The legend unfolded
A story untold was
A story she took to the grave
She hung from the gallows
And fell in a shallow
Plot in the end never was saved
She cried for a savior
A species endangered
She ran far away from her home
Her wrist told a fable
Of a mind so unstable
She never found somewhere to go
With IVs in my veins.
(And pain in my brain)
Hospital food and doctors pumping blood
To keep me alive for another month
And I can’t remember my name
(And everything is changed)
It’s not too far away
We’re all just empty shells of faded memories circling the drain
And who we are will quickly slip away
And everyone who loves us will watch us be scatterbrained
I must admit I’m terrified of waking up at 69
To a family I can’t recognize
(With tears in their eyes)
Choking down fistfuls of Physostigmine
To make me who I used to be
But there’s nothing that can help me
(Cause my brain is just debris)
I must admit that what scares me is waking up at 70
At the end and on my knees
(No semblance of dignity)
Praying to a God I never believed in
Trading senility for sins. The last step to giving in
(Is this how it was meant to end?)
But I’m leaving knowing
That I’m never coming back
After all I’ve been through
‘Cause of things that you do
I just can’t keep up the act
Took too long to notice
You’re the one who showed this
Darker side of me to the world
Something never felt right
So I’m leaving tonight
I really need to be heard
You’ve been living in denial
You never made me smile
And tonight you stand accused
Thought you’d swept me off my feet
But you danced a different beat
I was only there to be used
If there’s one thing I regret
It’s that it’s not over yet
It’s just the kind of thing that you do
Took me far too long to know
It was time to let you go
I’m better off without you
I won’t play your games anymore
Because we both know that’s not what my heart’s for
And though I can’t forget what you did to me
I’m getting out now
I gave too much of myself away
But I’ll take it back tonight
And tomorrow’s a new day
A young Green found at Barr’s Bay.
His shell intact and covered
in paisley patterns and algae.
His face, encrusted with brine;
his minute carapace,
small head lolling on its side,
marble eyes half-closed.
you saw his throat move,
animate, to take another rasping breath
and then slowly realize the finality of his death.
You remember your first time:
the charm of a mosaicked head
breaking the surface,
the rushing to the edge
of the bridge in spite of yourself.
Again up the foamy tide’s reach,
you shuffled along the beach
searching for the shaved sand
that would lead to a
nest of ping pong ball eggs,
but they were never quite found.
You think of the time you
thought yourself a mermaid,
when one raised its small mouth
to huff at you,
curious marble eyes peeking
above the waves,
but then, disappear as they broke.
You remember the release,
the biggest you’d ever seen,
the fantasy was gone;
at last tagged and set free,
white flat bottom scraping
against the sand
and growing tired of using its
flippers upon the land;
pulling itself back out.
Finally, remember the shrunken carcass
like a prune of the sea;
the body of a hatchling
that never made it off the beach,
and then, it seemed, left to be
baked by the sun.
Never to return
to his mother’s shore,
A turtle died today.
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