Life

Life Goes On

heart in hand you'll never use my trust, times we spent because of lust
many memories to come, shattered all by times you run
distant future seems so close, never knew the thing you chose
to this day i wonder why, words we chose that made us cry
times we spent and times we lost, bond so strong our hearts were soft
rain came through and washed us down, erosion bitten to the ground
roots came out the days went by, time sent pain into the sky
Never knew the reason why, life goes on don't wonder why
faith shall conquer it never fails, you have a fate we can relate
Times of joy come to those, people wonder who it chose
All you need is faith in those, laughter's key to all those chose

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Rain

Rain

Everyday’s the same, working, working,..
wake up again…
I used to dream, I used to hope, I used to pray…
used to see clearly… all I see now is rain..

There was a smile that drifted away, pretty eyes
I looked into …hollow and empty, like a space in
an attic dark and blue….I laughed with happiness
happiness winked at me… was so happy… I couldn’t see…
all I see now is rain…

a hope, a dream, a prayer is there any difference…
..time passes away so does life …it passes like a river…
…like a river in the night… want to see a reflection in that river…
..a reflection that will shine… I used to dream, hope and pray.…
but now all I see is rain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pain in the rain...Rain of pain... Reign of pain...
or Pain Rains... I wrote this about life and how elusive happiness
can be..about pain and its different combinations, mixtures, sceanarios, and situations..
I wrote it Today...

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Pale

One: Heavens
The heavens I pray to are now draining of their glorious colours.
The washed out colours rain down me to drown the sins within me.

 

Two: Soul
The ravenous flames of inward hatred have bleached my soul of its blackened purity.
The life I had lived is at Lady Death's feet, and the rebirth child is within her embrace.
She spoons me closer to her bare breasts where I suckle new into my corrupted soul.

 

Three: Fire
The black flames like licking my impurity flesh.
The sins I sweat fuel the fire, burning all within its mouth.
Making bellowing clouds of ash to coat me and itself into the paleness of lost souls.

 

Four: Person of War
Birthed from battle,
Cried from clanging metal,
Boy of pale-gray ash colour,
With eyes fiery than the flamed arrows,
A being of a ravenous war wulf in search of peace for the immortal turmoil within.

 

Five: Eyes
All I see is blood and it burns me white of tomorrow's ashes.
All I see is white, and in my blindness I am humble.

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God's Clock

There are times I find it hard to go on. Who doesn’t? These times are special, however, and not moments filled with sorrow. Time slows down. Our reality shifts in directions unknown. In these moments a precious opportunity is offered us, the opportunity to see the adhesive that holds all moments together. You may have never noticed this proverbial glue, not for lack of effort, but because life moves at speeds that are not conducive towards the acquiring of this knowledge. In between these moments exists dimensions of time and space that calculate your every breath, and every thought that flows through the minds of all. This force guides all who remain blind to its presence, but acts as a well of nectar for those who stop and notice. Open your hearts and minds to the presence of that which lies beyond the senses. The veil of this world is sewn together by your senses in order for you to experience yourself.

Time, slow down for me now
Wait for me to catch up with you
Then who? To you I bow.

Rich with your whirlwinds
You take me away forever
Endeavor? Please wash my sins.

In your endless splendor
Wrap me in arms of that unseen
Clean? Only at my core.

Reflections parallel
Your visage is matter itself
Health? In my heart you dwell.

Question my second lines
Contemplate the facts in the first
What’s worse? Eyes that are blind.

Why?

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Fascination

I have learn to laugh,
I have learn to be human,
I have learn not to be a slave,
because it isn't right where I was.
Here I am now,
Living life to its fullest,
Why couldn't I have been here,
Long years ago.
Was it really a fact,
That I had to trail,
Through trials,
Of fire and ice,
of black and white,
Only to find gray and ash.
You always left me in the dark,
Someone has left me a key,
Left me a front porch light,
does not sleep until,
I crawl into bed next to her,
Why didn't I come home sooner?

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Life is Not a Journey

I take a step back
From all that I see
I stop thinking
Of things affecting me insignificantly

Towards the glowing moon
And the foreign mist
I turn my gaze

Of the unknown future and mystical past
I reminisce
How I have come to be
A piece of this wonderful world

One lifetime of chances
I have to behold all the earth's secrets
I cannot go wrong!
For all is beauty

This life is not a journey
It is, to all and everything...

The Journey

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just some thoughts!

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SAVING THE HELPLESS FROM PREDATORS

Dozens of sparrows
attacked a smaller one
in order to get a worm
snatch it from her.
Mankind is not alone
in selfishness and greed
lust and taking even that
which is others.
O, that I had been
not so sensitive
but then
I wouldn't have
saved the small bird
From its attackers!!!
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Copyrights to all poems on this website with the author).

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Coming Through The Static

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my fucked up head

Shh do u hear that...shes crying again n hes screamin to no end...shh do u hear that? Its nothing only distant memories comin through the static ... Its all in ur head its nothin but a distant memory, theres no need to hide ... Pretty little girl theres no need to cry, ill keep u save from the past ... Theres no need to get mad theres no need to tense up, little boy i'll make sure to never have u step up... Sleep sleep dnt let the silence make u hear the past theres no need to let static make u relive the sleepless nights ... All grown up yet still reliving the constant fear and the ever so silent tears falling from her eyes ... Nothing but a memory, plz remember to breath we made it trough the worst part so this should be a piece of cake .... shush little baby dnt b afraid im here to protect u from the night, shush little baby dnt make a sound just close ur eyes n let the sandman turn ur nightmares around....

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2-26-11

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Untitled March 24 2011

Suddenly the world around me is made

up of bridges and distant city haze.

I thought the traffic would be a thing

to dread in the early morning Spring,

but for the most part it has been

tame and aimless; without fault.

I haven't been anything but early since.

The weather has been friendly enough

to grant us a season aware of the month.

Things have been warm and wet, until

we endured small flecks of white in the AM.

They'll pass in a week or so, and

everyone will live.

And I'll still be glad to have gone

from a walking chemical spill

into business casual.

I'll monitor my heart and the hand

that's managed to grip it yet again.

I'll be cautious and maybe optimistic,

if not at least of a sounder mind.

And in time I'll change for something like

the third of fourth time in my twenties.

Somebody will come along from somewhere,

and for whatever reason, they'll get it.

Another age will occur.

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