-rearranging the stars-
How could we agree to separation?
If you were destined to be my soulmate,
Why would we allow the stars to change our fate?
They've written in a fresh verse
Sewing in a new song, soon to be sung
The Stars are not to blame
The fault lies deep within our hearts
Like earthquakes wondering through the years
separating silicone valley of tears.
Sweeping sweet dreams far away
What has become of my day?
Today the sun sets holding on to old hope
Tears fall down a sudden slope
Now my dreams are drowning down another road
Tonight I sit under the aspen cold
Alone, no longer in search of gold
Naming nights you whispered words of love to my soul
Your love no longer speaks
Without warning, the Midas touch slowly fades
In my chest - I find fault
The sound of heartache echoes every day
Rejuvenating every crack from display
In plain sight, I search for thee
The sun -The moon -The madness -The Salton Sea
My heart no longer speaks
Everything I dream of sinks like the night
Stuck in quicksand -- the aftermath
Healing scars the aftershock left behind
Finding ways to fill the gloom
Alas bridal curtains sit silently in my room
Setting boundaries between Earth's poetic plates
Like an earthquake passing through my heart
You left like the moon, moving mountains apart
IS THERE SOMETHING YOU forgot TO TELL Me, dear
Suddenly, San Andreas Fault looks tragic from here
Until then I will hold my breath
In hopes, our Plates will meet again
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
"Once upon a midnight Poe"
Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought,
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing
To sense and taste of sinful skin
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."
A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains
Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear,
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside,
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding,
From my heart, who needs a killing,
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!
Inspired by The Raven
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
Drained and defeated, his family finally retreated
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming
The doctors sent in spoke of hope and healing
The drugs they administered only made him more demented
Cemented is the feeling that his life is just an echo
Of an endless, timeless, all-consuming screaming
His best friend is a disproportioned bird, appropriately named buddy
Whose monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being
Though not potent enough to stop, the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stares into the emptiness of nothingness, contemplating the beauty
of its existence
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite
It’s hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles have fallen to the proper
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in the meticulous mastery of mindless tasks
Buddy was telling a troubling tale, of a dragon drunk off of some dwarven ale
Who through two days, threw up flames and burnt down the tavern and town
When the door to his room opened with a plume of plum perfume
In stepped an inept and unkempt nurse named Nancy
Her green eyes and fiery red hair caused his heart to flutter and flair with fancy
She had quite the quiet voice and was quick to trip over her own two feet
A bit naïve, she would easily believe anything she had heard or seen
He knew he would make her his, no matter the time nor energy
It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn’t save him
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prison and medication
Meditation and mantras had given him the sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming, and maybe even end it
Four years plotting and planning the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flamed fueled from an accelerant
It raced through the halls, up the walls, over the ceiling, killing all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what felt like an instant
Such little time to search through the bodies, looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth clinging to the bathroom faucet
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of Nurse Nancy
To his amazed mind, he was astonished to find, the screaming was silenced
just a note I cannot reduce the font so the lines fit without overlapping as they
do in stanza two
Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2014
Snow falls around us
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2010
Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone
Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist
Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies
Copyright © Fatima Bhopali | Year Posted 2007
Swaying through my life
Sang a sweet song.
Songs of affection,
Songs of challenge.
Simple songs of nothing.
Sweet nothings that mean everything.
Sang me another song.
Copyright © Andrea Torres | Year Posted 2016
I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,
My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,
But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,
Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,
For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.
Copyright © Charles Mulikey | Year Posted 2008
This doesn't belong to me
here you can have it back
i held it now for almost seven years
its getting heavy
you can take it anytime
i don't want to hold this anymore
why cant you take it
it doesn't fit
and it doesn't belong
it tears me apart
the struggle goes on
go ahead and cry
i can hold onto that to
just drop it in and go right through
i'm just a stop
a shoulder to need
and you can go on lifting away free
i'm slowly falling
i'm tipping from side to side
i'm not quite stable
but i'm only here for the ride
i'm not going to take charge
i'm not going to sit
and stare out my window of regret
my window is clear
clear as glass
and gets bigger with everyday we pass
its making me sad
tears run down my eyes
i cant let it go
that's no surprise
i tell you what i tell you
and hear what i hear
but what about everything inside
everything i fear
i got that to
right beside the picture of me and you
i know this is crazy
and i know i am to
but what about my secrecy
i have to follow through
Copyright © Brittney Rose | Year Posted 2007
I want someone to hold me,
But I'm the only one here.
I want someone to listen to me,
But I'm the only ear.
Can anybody hear me?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody even know
I'm dealing with despair?
There are voices in my mind
Saying I should die.
Will anybody even tell me
They're only just a lie?
Does anybody love me?
Would they shed a tear?
Would anybody even care
If I were to disappear?
The ones who preach friendship
Have left me all alone.
The ones who are not here
Promised not to let me go.
Can anybody see me?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody even know
The burden that I bear?
I've built up this wall
To hide who I am,
And now that I need help,
I'm alone behind it all.
Can you see the real me?
Will you even try?
Can you even tell I need
A break in the wall tonight?
I'm crying all alone,
Not sure what to do.
Please just let me know
That at least I still have you.
Copyright © ANDREW KELLY | Year Posted 2016
A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly
Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013
War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..
The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come
Copyright © Chandrasekar Singaram | Year Posted 2013
A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.
Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.
A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.
Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth,
yesteryear's eager youth.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012
They watch, they wait
to see my fate.
never adding nor subtracting
hauntingly and numb.
They wait in the wings
to announce my outcome.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
Your pleasant presence is
like sweet insence
Beautifully blessing my
nostrils in the present
Your sexyness switches
on and off my sexual
Beautifully balancing my
grains in all seasons
My love for you weighs
more than the entire Blue
My heart hamms more "I
love you hyms" with 10-
Oh my memories die hard
My brain bears faithfully
Please my dear dearest,
come back home
I'm lost without you
I'm yeaning to see you
I feel forsaken, and on my
None, nothing, no energy
left within me
I'm deeply drawning in
my own lake of tears
No mere strength is left
I'm writing my last
chapter, closing my life
journal till thy soft palms
return to wipe away my
Copyright © Godwins Piyo | Year Posted 2013
In the very very beginning
Our crazy crush was
Our love life deeply
depicted true love's
In the dark clouds coding
codes for love raining
Your lightining love
struck my love labels
Powerfully purifying my
doped eyes, clearly
Your bounding beauty
jailed my jaws, speechless
Perfectly proving your
Nothing none could
compare to thy heart's
Not numerals could count
thy hecta-million lies
Not even my
compasionate eyes could
confidently locate where
You cleverly cheated your
You cleverly covered your
little affairs to everyone
You severely struck a
pure heart like a sudden
I was once pure at heart
But now darkly dark
Let love be considered
My fellow folks say : "Le
My ex-dear dearest please
Pretty please hit the
Sadly LETTING YOU GO
Copyright © Godwins Piyo | Year Posted 2013
No willows weep along this craggy shore
Winter's unforgiving shock no test for
Pine trees and the barren Birch remain, their
Steely eyes glimmer with icy stares at Raven's
perch and passing Gulls
Bankers loan a timid step, the endless lake
a promise of frozen dreams
The wind stopped just short of my ears, bitter
news the breeze carried unable to fill my
I left yesterday's newspaper on the table
today's issue unwelcome
All I could think of was what will I be seeing
hearing or smelling when the wind resumes?
The smell of fresh flowers deposits me back
in that church 4 years old as I looked in at my
frozen face in the coffin at his funeral
roses and lilacs
© james marshall goff
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2015
I see the blood
You too know my thoughts
You ask me why i did this
I am ashamed at the sight
I did what i needed
My mind telling my soul
What my body wouldn’t do
Is this how it is
The satisfaction i never get
The reward of nothing
My heart cries just once
To see the hope
To feel the love it never has
To fill the gap its always had
You whisper to me
Tell me what i want to hear
But it's not what i want
It weakens me to think
All this time you thought
But never knew me
I doubt myself
You try to comfort me
The grip of your soul holds me
Tightens around mine
I feel your strength
The strength i never had
It doesn’t help me
Only makes this worse
The guilt I’ve felt gets worse
Burns in my chest like a fire
It will never die down
The pain is there
And it plans to stay.
Copyright © wow itme | Year Posted 2013
Their destiny, or whatever was left of it,
Was shown to them in black and white print.
Their property and earnings were neatly split
"You kids can't wait till we are dead, now isn't it?"
The old man's words were laughed off by them, although they were not a jest,
The words carried utter disappointment, and a dash of regret.
They would be carted off to a shelter for the old and weakened,
Live in separate wings and meet each other every second weekend.
As the kids and lawyers reeled off on how it was a wonderful opening,
They asked for some time to reflect on the dealing.
As the young blood left for their plush homes,
The lady scribbled something on a note.
The sunset silhouette of the couple showed them kneeling,
Thanking Almighty, even after everything.
Next, when the neighbors found the old couple sleeping forever,
They saw seven words on the suicide letter.
With a will stapled to give everything to charity,
It said," We chose our own dregs of destiny."
Copyright © Swarnima Mukherjee | Year Posted 2013
Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.
Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.
Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.
Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.
Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012
Sadly seated, head between knees
Madly gifted, hands hope for true skill
Red eyes leaking teardrops, an ill heart knows not to heal
Filling my deep dimples like raindrops in seas
Hurting while paying pain an academic amount as in school fees
Indeed inheritated sufferings you've taught thoroughly
And an heir of affliction, oh dear, i've been lately
For the lonely love of my life
You have harshly stabbed with a knife
Her bounding beauty slowly unchains as she cries
She carelessly cries day and knight
Worries and sounds of death roars,
My dearest fears for her life
My mouth curses this heartless cancer
Only oil of disapprovement can my hands anoint with or render
If you were a student in this 365 day syllabus
And i the 12 month principal,
I would unremorsefully expel you from this month of October
Let's work wisely together
Power to women forever
Carefully compute and execute a healthy lifestyle
Let's box and wrap this present and throw in hell
Let's stand and resist,
Let's battle breast cancer
Copyright © Godwins Piyo | Year Posted 2013
I sit at the window
and watch the rain fall
as the puddles grow bigger
and my heart just grows small
I pushed all my feelings
way too far down
so they can't be let go
and I can't make a sound
I wish I could cry
or just tell a friend
and maybe my pain
will all come to an end
but my eyes will not cry
and my mouth will not speak
the feelings that torture me
inside, so deep
I need a release
so I just watch the rain
that's crying my tears
and releasing my pain
forget all that hurts me
that I've kept all inside
and focus on the puddles
gathering rain while I hide.
Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2006
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!
Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!
Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!
Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Orgasm! Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primitive penis pants, within the woodland glen!
Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!
Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!
Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”
this is a true story,
I know, Peggy was someone's sister RIP
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2011
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two.
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
Through solemn eyes, sway sadness
of a heart, hurt, and a fading hue.
Diving within, dying drollness
lingers long with a lifeless queue
of stained crystals that shatter the spark
once mastered a merry soul
now a damp, drained, dark
humiliated honor in a self hollow…
Tired of being tainted by turmoil
for past years; purity plunges in pleas
it sinks within so deep in soil
of tormented shores, seas of tears…
Yet through years of yearning
and tears of torments through hiding
a breeze has brought belonging
to the swaying sadness of solemn eyes…
Dedicated to a special friend
Copyright © Yara Rouhana | Year Posted 2009
neurotic narcotics reared reason in rows,
plucked pith-fully from truth,
agile enough in politick to anesthetise the waste,
languishing amongst the cling-filmed choral-forms
of symbiotic silicone…
the future lay dormant,
adjudicating the agricultural status
of domesticated foreign policy…
Copyright © William Ward | Year Posted 2006
How long, how tough
This world, just war
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.
Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.
I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
I'll Saddle Alone all the Day
I'll Solve my Aches for Days
I'll Save my Appearance for Days
My Sight and Adherence shall be kept for Days
I'll sought for an August for days till august
I'll Sow for Abstract Deals, I know i won't even feel
I'll show what I Sow in my Aches and Drains, drawn from my pain
All to Show A Dose I use in order to be mute
I'll love to express my odds
And show the world my luck
Though it all came from a lock
Yet I'm unlocked to show the luck
My ink unlocks my lock and reveals my luck
Tough some try to lock my luck through unwanted odds
Yet my luck locks their lock!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2010
Promiscuous passions pretense
Promiscuous passion puts on a pretense
as he pridefully tries to prove his physical prowess
Promiscuous passion presumptuously pursues prey
by projecting his powerful persona on the perfect person
Promiscuous passions asks would you dance with me please
as he pours profusely personal admiration along with the drink
Promiscuous passion persistently says you are so beautiful
but it's only a pretense to persuade her to provide permission
Promiscuous passion promises perpetual devotion proclaiming
permanence of passion as a possibility (but remember the pretense)
Promiscuous passions pretense provides positive proof so she falls for it
promptly providing privacy... so predictable.
Promiscuous passions pretense plan works perfectly mission complete so...
promiscuous passion promptly puts on his pants and parts ways permanently
Leaving the pitiful prey to ponder what happened and how to proceed with this perfectly predictable predicament.
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.
Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.
Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.
Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.
Tilling your toils, for me you taste –
Conceding to my monetary embrace.
Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2010