Verse 1:
I know that these words
Aren't quite true.
Ringing in my head,
Your voice becomes an echo,
An echo in my heart.
Chorus:
Now, I know it may seem
Strange or even crude
But I want you to know that
I've let you go.
I've let us go.
Verse 2:
Watching my expectations crash,
I silently wait on you
To notice me.
To notice the silence in the air.
You've now become an echo in my heart.
Bridge:
I wonder if you think of me
As I think of you at night.
It keeps me up at night..
Your intentions become clearer
As time goes on.
Last-Chorus:
Don't play me for a fool.
'Cause I can play the game.
It won't end well
For the both of us.
We both become echoes in the night wind.
She stepped out into the night
From out of the Nightmare came a cry
The creature's somber humming ever so quiet
luring the unsuspecting into a frenzy
She is all that stands between
a world of ire and a world of light
The shadows writhe in horror;
their ghastly creation a pale abhorrence
She was to be their Chosen One
A warrior angled to live more
than just a hollow existence
The souls were as bright as the stars
But unearthly blood stained the
tips of her hair, her sword, and her solace
Drop by drop it tinged the ground
The beastly burden of loss
The last chance to take a final breath
And all of it- gone.
No second chance.
However, the silence hungers and from
the fires she wakes
She steps out onto the plains
A blizzard creeps down her spine
The Demon Ruins she must bide
One last stop to sharpen the blade
Fill up the flask and check her Faith
The fool she may be
But bathed in blood, a kingdom undone
She will walk the unknown, let her story unfold
To find the truth
To end the curse
...of Winter Blood
I feel like every single thing is like a mind game, played and laid out for me
I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see
What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?
Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?
I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon
What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong
and now there is blood all over my hand
But I have no idea why, I just don't understand
This is a complication called the human mind
Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind
To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame
For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame
Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose
It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.
So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor
I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door
And you can echo your goodbyes
as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..
a dark shroud
of gloom
covers him.
his past eats
away inside
clanging words
of redemption
that fly from lips
like hope made
of tin cans.
noisy, shrieking
like the clamor
of a lamb
slaughtered.
a money tree,
his fanatical dream,
the truth
is masked
in paper bills
with smiling faces
but none belong
to your jesus.
promises clenched
in bloody fists
from former years,
lies loom
and seal doom.
apocolypse
only happens
in the mind
Hello everyone hope your day is going great!
So I have been thinking of doing a poetry "game". I was thinking of creating poems about different object such as rain, roses, etc but I (through poetry) describe the item. I will be trying hard to create an image of the object and you the audience will have to guess what you believe the object is! It is just an idea but any feedback, negative or positive would greatly be appreciated!
Thank you,
JP
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Life
Is
A chessboard.
Most people play the game
As one charcter, because
They have little character
To speak of, they are
Like a child that
Has never been able
To learn how to skip, and
They miss out on so many joys
Of life, locked into the same role all the time,
Not realizing, that in the game of real
Life, in order to win,
You must see beyond
The rules of game, and
It is not so much about
Each person having a
specific character, but
How flexible we choose
To be in each circumstance
That life throws at us in order
To achieve the outcomes we all want.
Some circumstances call for us to make
Ourselves a pawn in order to win the game.
Other circumstances require the knight, the rook,
Or the bishop, and there is no telling when the need
Will arise to play a given character for the betterment of all,
And that is the clincher when it comes to real life. People tend to
Look at things in a 'fixed' way. They limit their own opportunities by doing so,
And without realizing, they limit the opportunities of everyone in their life.
Being a Queen in real life, in the eyes of a pawn, may appear to be the best character to be,
But the truth is, this is the job of a real life Queen if she indeed wants the greatest
Good for all of the characters, which in turn, will be her own greatest good, she must, at times,
Be flexible enough to play the role of the pawn. And that is why, in all honesty, she is the QUEEN.
June 19, 2013 2:27 PM
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I am a powerless pawn
In a dangerous game
I am only a victim,
With no reason or name
I am his captive
He holds my fate
My future looks bleak
As he closes the gate
No one can see this
No one but me
My bonds are invisible
They think I am free
But loving him
Is not a choice
It’s demand on my heart
It strangles my voice
I live in terror
I fear the worst
And although he assures me
That I’ll never be hurt
I don’t believe him
He’s said this before
Once I had faith
But I don’t anymore
Worthless, a word with common speak interlaced,
Describes me so well in a fashion so perfect.
I have no meaning, no use, no love or place;
I want to be displaced; from life be erased.
So come and end me, come slit my throat;
Come suffocate me, and watch me choke.
Don't hesitate, I wanna prolong this pain;
Have no mercy, just play it like a game.
Tie my arms, my feet, restrain and throw me;
Into a tank of boiling tar you'll force me.
Scattered inside are razors so gleaming;
So pleasing is that music of me screaming.
Take serrated blades, rip my wrists apart;
Carve out my eyes, like the hopes in my heart.
Drain my blood, drink it like a fucking wine;
So sweet, delicious; it's the end of my time.
Rip out my fucking heart and tear it apart,
There's no love left in me to give anyways.
Carve out my chest cavity, it's divine art;
Hollow me, use me like a fucking ashtray.
Hold down my hands, tear off my fingernails;
Hang them as bloody ornaments so pleasing.
Screaming agonized joy, my heart now fails;
Just kill me now, this wish so diseasing.
So take a hammer, smash in my worthless face;
Stomp on my remains, now but a disgrace.
Digest my flesh, make me part of your soul;
Feel my corpse, touch the walls of my skull.
Lock me in a chair, force my eyes open wide,
Make me witness the horrors of real genocide.
My screaming only intensifies this pain;
On the floor is a growing red bloodstain.
Take my corpse, throw it in the sea's midst,
With anchors tied tightly to my rotten chest.
Let not one piece or memory of me remain,
So I'll be forgotten and all will be the same.
I don't care how, just please end me quickly;
You know, there's a reason for my death plea.
I'm sick of hurting others, sick of being me,
Sick of being the one to cause all the misery.
It's not that I would normally wish to die,
But at this point I can now seem to find,
I've brought this unto myself, can't deny,
So please kill me before I change my mind.
Stuck in this chaotic madness,
I can't tell wrong or right.
I'm yet to see an end to this.
I'm yet to stand up and fight.
They held me down and made me hurt.
They showed my shame until it burned.
I cannot stop their hateful game;
they won't stop until my last day.
I'm so far away from home.
I'm trapped, desperate, alone.
It can't stay going their way.
I'm done with being lost prey.
I tear the key from their wretched hands,
I unlock my shackles and break free.
My heart's breaking, you leave it in strands.
All that's left is the shame inside me.
I stand in my prison cell, ready to fight
for my pride, my lust, my simple human rights.
I'm a person, deserving freedom too.
I am disgusted by the one they call "You".
I raise my fist, my rights, my pride;
I strike down the foe that deny my life.
I erase you from this cold society
in hopes you'll see that I've set you free.