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Eternal NightEvery night as I may sleep,
I dream a dream I never weep
And rise above the mountain steep
Every night as I may sleep
In my rest is always warm
Your heart beat still the last thing heard
And though I wish this may never end
I dread the waking mornings rend
In my sleep you still are near
And every night your voice I hear
And seek as I eternal night
Yet scarred anew by dawning light
Reminiscing nights gone by
As I would lay near by your side
To have those nights forever more
I'd sacrifice dawns golden shore
Each night I taste eternal bliss
And feel again your burning kiss
Yet stolen each day by waking light
I long for you and eternal night
Abuse of powerTo those who humiliate;
You forced him to the ground and you laughed.
You made him beg. You gave him no other option.
“Beg boy beg” you commanded
You were in power, and you knew it.
To those who are of influence
Why did you take from him his voice?
Why do you make it
So that no one could speak up?
So no one would WANT to speak up?
Do you think you are the law?
and above it?
Because it’s you.
You you you
You who are in power, yet you abuse your part
You had all these people, who would have followed you, who DO follow you
You had a kid who drowned under your authority, your negligence
He didn’t have to die
And his parents won’t press charges
Because it’s you and you didn’t hold him under.
He didn’t have to die
And yet he did.
Whispers in the nightI am a pianist in the shadows of mist and cold air.
Come to me, lost hearts, and drink my soul from the smooth leaves of sweet music.
Plunge into ecstasy from the cliffs of reason and sink into in my realm of dreams.
Savor the soft kisses of my pianissimo as I whisper my secrets closely into your ears.
Drink in the thirst quenching scales as I run down my fingers across your spine.
Feel the breath of my pedaling on the surface of your smooth skin as our legs intertwine.
Cringe in terror as I grab your heart with my thunderous chords.
Enter through the doors of perception and breathe in my desires.
Embrace them and carry to my grave your sighs of joy.
Lets smile and awaken from the abyss to the melody of our love.
Did TheyDid they wait for you
with galaxies at their fingertips
did they trace the universe with their eyes and tell tall tales
as they beckoned you closer
did they know you?
or did they drop you off on a barren planet
somewhere between who you were and where they wanted
you came up with a thousand excuses of
why they vanished from this plane
any sign they had loved you burned deep within your soul
the searing pain a remembrance of how they branded their names across your sky
Did they tell you why?
CuddlingOne of the best feelings in the world
The joys of having your arm around you girl
Just being with the person that makes you happy
That one person The makes you forget your troubles
And just smile
Looking in to her eyes
thinking she is a keeper
WordsTwice...thrice...is there a word for four times?
Let's just say that there's a certain number of times that I've kicked myself
Either for not speaking up or speaking out of turn.
I am not a spoken word poet.
In fact, I'm not a spoken word anything.
If it has the words "speak", "speech", "talk",
"Converse", "verbal", or even "greet",
I will have trouble doing it.
My ability to form words and sentences verbally might as well still be infantile.
I have to actually think as hard as possible about what I want to say and how I'll say it.
Even then, it's of little success.
My words cannot form unless they are formed from my fingers,
Or from my pencils and pens.
I write out my thoughts.
I type out my phrases.
I paint my sentences.
Almost every time, it comes out just the way I intended.
My writing speaks for me.
I could never express myself this much through just my voice.
It takes a certain power to make my words come out this way
(And sometimes lack of a certain power)
And to get as creative
Futility at its finest (Poetry)It kills me to see my
Friends in pieces.
I just wish that maybe one day,
A smile will be enough to whisk
All their problems away.
It’s wishful thinking, I know,
But my patience is about to
Implode ‘cause I pray constantly
And that will never be enough
Because I am to shame and
The rest of you are so lost.
So I think that maybe, if I keep my
Distance things won’t be so bad
But then I keep trailing back
To this point, where I look out for the
Downtrodden because I am a most
I can’t help it, it kills me, but I
Need to reach out to the broken and
I don’t care if I’m in pieces
Alongside the others.
If I can help, I can help, and
I’ll do it ‘til I’m rotten.
Oh, and I swear it’ll destroy me
And eat me inside like the
Parasitic complex that I’ll harbour
Until the day I die but at least
I’ll save another, and use my
Blood as an adherer and slowly
Piece a shattered people
And lo! That we know that the pain won't go!We live in pain untill the day we die
From our mother's cry
To our children's cry
Is there anyone who thinks it not so?
For lo, that we know that the pain won't go!
And it won't quit, till in our graves we sit,
And the ground-bugs hit, and are away with it
So don't fret dear child, you've felt nothing yet!
And I can bet that with futures threat you'll near those tears to shed over peers
So don't go drying them up just yet!
AdversityIf it wasn’t for the fires of trial and the hammers of difficulty then how could our will be as strong as steel.
SoundsLittle feet dancing around in my head,
Stomp, stomp, stomp, a parade is lead.
The little feet parade down to my eyes,
across my nose and down to surprise!
I hear them stomping in my ears,
Stomping, stamping, and little cheers.
Cheers of joy, cheers "Oh, fun!"
Little feet cheers for everyone.
The little feet stomp, having so much fun,
but then the little feet start to run.
Tippers, tappers, tipper, tap!
Thud, thud, thud, and slap, slap, slap!
The little feet running through my head,
Why are they running? What has been said?
Little feet giggle, little feet prance,
then again, they start to dance.
Dancing in a forest of hair,
peeking here and booing there.
I love the feet that dance in my mind.
Sweet little feet that are loving and kind.
Men in blue jackets try to take them away.
Make little feet run and in fear they stay.
"Little feet hide in the back of my mind!",
I tell them "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine."
They cannot see the little feet sliding,
in the back of my mind that they are hi
Thought DistilledThe music changes.
The dam before a river of thought breaks.
Emotions, desires and dreams escape down onto yet another page.
A brush stroke on a virgin canvas.
Raindrops in an ocean, they hardly matter.
The things I keep in my heart and in my head are both fluid and concrete, the stones as well as the river. Some break down as boulders into sand, while others flow onward...
to where, I don't know...
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