It's a shame the things you hide behind it
Let 'em go
Give it up for a while
Let 'em free and we will both go find it
I know there's nowhere you can hide it
I know the feeling of alone
I know that you do not feel invited
But, come back, come back in from the cold
Tell me how you really feel
Tell me what is on the inside of you
All the somethings you conceal
Only keep away the ones who love you
Step away then from the edge
Your best friend is life is not your mirror
Back away, come away
I am here and I will be forever
I know there's nowhere you can hide it
I know the feeling of alone
Trust me and don't keep that on the inside
Soon you'll be locked out on your own
You're not alone
No, you are not alone
And don't say you've never been told
I'll be with you 'til we grow old
'Til I'm in the ground and I'm cold
I'm not sitting up here on some throne
Like a dog you can always come home
Dig up a bone … look around
(jude)
Torn and featureless.
Jaded words tangle.
Her worlds have been destroyed, mutilated.
Lifting from me, she sees no shine.
Just a morbid hanging light.
Blood coils around her wrists.
Struggling to emerge.
Calling out, but not even an echo.
Her mirror is my mind.
Seeing the outside.
She decides to stay a prisoner.
In My cell.
Her malice never seen.
But the darkness have witnessed the fangs.
Wanting to say she is careful and sane.
The beast is right under her skin.
Laughter is distant.
Now, it is forever tarnished.
You see and I see the neglect.
My untamed beauty.
i listen to the heart beat hit my roof
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent grass that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that heart of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to hare this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those questions
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent grass that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that heart of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to hare this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those questions
this is just some free writting i did a month or two ago
i'm tierd of waiting for you to tell me how you feel
so i'm not gunna wait for you any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares more then i think you ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for you
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what you think is it any good??? or is it no good??
i'm tierd of waiting for you to tell me how you feel
so i'm not gunna wait for you any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares more then i think you ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for you
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what you think is it any good??? or is it no good??
And the mountain disappeared
If the seas ran dry, turned to dust
And the sun refused to rise
I would still find my way
By the light I see in your eyes
The world I know fades away
But you stay
As the earth reclaims its due
And the cycle starts anew
We'll stay, always
In the love that we have shared
Before time
If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side
The north star may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always
Lit by the love we have shared
Before time
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made
Dissolve away
One shining light will still remain
When we shed our earthly skin
And when our real life begins
There'll be no shame
Just the love that we have made
Before time
(wonderfully performed by CoCo Lee)
told you there was a clown~!
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.
Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do you find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.
Some poems make you cry.
Some poems make you fly.
Others can make you smile.
While some can even make you feel quite vile.
I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if you don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse you so~
This is what I want you to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
Hey look! A picture of a clown!
don't pick up your purse
dept can be quite a curse
When your sad and wishing you were dead
then remember these words.."I love you"
and let it smack you over the head.
And even if its not from your chosen one,
at least its from someone. You can never say
that your not wanted. nor will you ever be forgotten.
And as I'm writing this poem, I remember something
you once said as you sat in bed.
"I'm not wearing any socks"
......As I get a nose bleed now, has anyone got a tissue? Its very much in need.
~*~Fire and Ice~*~
~*~ A Poem By Robert Frost~*~
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I love this poem.What do you think of Robert Frost's Fire and Ice poem?I remember reading it in the English classroom in school, I absolutly fell in love with it.Robert Frost happens to be my favorite poetry writer.My friends, however, don't care for poetry, while I think it's beautiful writing.What do you think?Of the poem, and his poetry?
~*~ A Poem By Robert Frost~*~
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I love this poem.What do you think of Robert Frost's Fire and Ice poem?I remember reading it in the English classroom in school, I absolutly fell in love with it.Robert Frost happens to be my favorite poetry writer.My friends, however, don't care for poetry, while I think it's beautiful writing.What do you think?Of the poem, and his poetry?
A poem inspired by Linkin Park's Numb. I hope you like it. Enjoy. :)
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I’m scared, my heart is racing.
That hand is coming closer.
It’s going to get me…
I can’t run, I feel pinned.
The serpent of fear is coiled around me.
It’s getting closer, that hand.
I try to stop it, my last effort.
It’s too strong, violent, merciless.
I scream, as tears flow down my cheeks.
I grit my teeth, my head pounding.
The hand is almost to me now, it’s reaching, stretching, tensing.
That hand…
That hand…
That hand… is going to get me…
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I’m scared, my heart is racing.
That hand is coming closer.
It’s going to get me…
I can’t run, I feel pinned.
The serpent of fear is coiled around me.
It’s getting closer, that hand.
I try to stop it, my last effort.
It’s too strong, violent, merciless.
I scream, as tears flow down my cheeks.
I grit my teeth, my head pounding.
The hand is almost to me now, it’s reaching, stretching, tensing.
That hand…
That hand…
That hand… is going to get me…
We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.
Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.
Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;
And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.
THE SADNESS OF THE MOON
by: Charles Baudelaire
HE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
by: Charles Baudelaire
HE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
