Best Angstlove Poems
I believe prose is the devil,
The page is too large with detailed explanation.
A herring that is hungry for details and plot lines.
A parasite that taunts me.
I am in love with the poem,
The page is concise with word paint.
A butterfly kiss on a lilac desiring immediate nectar.
A lover that teases me.
For the verse is easier quest
For the moment bound
the present beloved
the feeling liver.
The solemn sinner.
I believe prose is the worthy prince,
The one with the page and the avid reader.
A well educated monarch on a lofty peak.
A soon king that rejects me.
I am in love with the unattainable,
The poem's black heart.
An ignorant fool who understands
A line left open.
For freedom is heartbreak
For the doomed spirit
the critically judged
the cursed be-er
The chosen loner
i keep holding on that letter she wrote
i can't believe that is the last final note
with solomn saddness each line is read
and constant questians fill my head
why did i love her and lead her on
she was'nt fooled by the love i'd shown
and my alter ego has been left alone
no one really to call his own
with this a history has been made
an alter ego with a failing grade
She knows how to stroke an ego
with heroin like indulgence.
Played with such precision,
the sucker swells with anticipation.
She parrots, “I love you!”
But she has three others on speed dial.
The truth does not know her lips.
Her mouth rotates to fit the situation.
She has many friends loved like brothers.
You will wonder where she is at night,
and lose sleep over the lineage of your offspring.
Are you raising another man’s child?
She is the puppeteer and you her toy.
If she’s caught, easy apologies hail downwards.
Don’t pray that she will change!
Players love the brutal game.
She never has enough from you.
Her cravings demand more,
as she looks to trade up,
while igniting the fresh flames.
She burned you, the blind love.
Take the kids, the gold, even my dignity.
Just leave me with my freedom,
and whatever sanity remains!
Deceitfulness and lies
its like everyone tries
to play the game and place the blame
on shelves on anyone but themselves
when deep down they know its all for show
because they cant take what God has dealt them with pride and love inside
they choose to hate, discriminate,
judge others for things they choose not to be its not up to you or me
its up to Him not us yet we still make a fuss
over this and that the little things that shouldn’t bother us,
phase us but we act as if they are monstrous they overtake us
but its our fault we give these people power by the way we cower
down except the few and the proud who say it’s true and say it loud
no more of this you cant control the way we think or push us to the brink
we have class we wont lie to you or them its not our place to tell you
how to live how much to give
so who are you to say the same when actions speak louder than words
you show no love just lack of faith and will you may not kill people
but their spirit is destroyed by the words you say and the games you play
one of these days karma will come your way
but im not here to wait to see your fate
ive got my own life to live love to give
so while you keep your fingers crossed behind your back
hoping no one sees what you lack
I proudly show my flaws and learn
that happiness is something you have to earn
Paperclip My Heart
I think we're all a little crazy
letting others bring us down
you're fine but I'm crying
my role is always the clown
yeah men treat me bad
always breaking my heart
I think of all the loves I've had
and how innocent they seemed at the start
so the next time I meet a man
and start to fall in love again
I'll pull out a paperclip heart
and pin it to my chest instead
paperclip my heart
since love is so temporary
paperclip my heart
treat it like a sanctuary
I'm always falling down and getting hurt
just like a little child
I was never taught to fear love
the Lord put His purity in my heart
I've never understood why people hate
they hit, they cheat, they want to hurt me
when all I ever did was try to love them
their love turns to hate and then they leave
I want a man to love me
as much as I love him
to take a vow and mean it
and always treat me like his queen
paperclip my heart
since love is so temporary
paperclip my heart
treat it like a sanctuary
No words exchanged
Within too many days
It kills me inside
As the blood tears
Roll down my cheeks
Who will wipe them away?
Not you
Not anymore
Not ever
How can you?
I never see you
You never see me
When we actually do talk
My voice revels nothing
Not to you,
The love of my life,
Not to anyone
I love you with all my heart
But then again
My heart hurts
It aches
Everyday that passes
What,
Who,
Will help yield this pain?
Certainly,
Not you
When I look in the mirror
it's like a whole other game.
I sometimes see potential
a human perhaps.
I see me.
It's for little want I am,
and I look at her and I feel pain.
I want to make it alright,
but to believe a concious at all is a daydreamy sight.
Other times I see a vapour,
non-existent or repugnant beyond belief.
I console myself not to look
and imagine my features else where for relief.
When I look in the mirror
I want people to see the side I'm coming from,
I'm so sad
and I truly believe I'm the runt of the bunch.
But why does everyone else have to think so too?
Can't you love me,
the way I prospect to love you?
What is it about me, why am I born this way?
And worse still how could I be designed inside
so difficult too?
I'm eccentric sure, I like to be too,
I feel right and happy until I catch
a glimpse in a mirror,
a stare from a stranger-
the reflection in their eyes.
How can I be so little, when to me
I am the centre of this repulsive little life?
I am not vain I just know
that this is me and all I ever venture to be will be
of the same consequence.
When all that is dear to me shall go freafully I shall be
the experienced.
How can you hate a soul you have no eyes to see in.
Why condemn when you can listen?
I still think about it.
Those moments when we were alone.
Stolen minutes spent together.
But now instead of joy.
Its just another slice on my heart.
From the blade of your memory.
Now instead of a smile.
Its a tear on my cheek.
Falling into the ocean I've made.
The passion I feel for you,
Is just another wound,
Inflicted on my broken body.
The love we shared,
Is just an illusion,
That we both pretend is gone.
And you still make my heart skip a beat.
But now the cause is pain,
Instead of excitement.
My sleepless nights,
Are spent thinking of you,
And wondering if your thinking of me.
My to bright days,
Spent pretending that I am happy,
With out you.
We act like we never existed.
Like our love never was.
But your memory is a blade to my throat.
And sometimes I wish it would end my life.
Those times when I catch you still looking.
And the times when I pass you in the hall.
Because those are the times,
When the blade of your memory
Cuts the deepest in my heart.
There are these things
These things that I see
Some times creeping up inside of me
Twilight’s fleeting memories
Memories in time
Memories in rhyme
Memories i"ve hidden
When I wanted to be blind
No matter how I try to suppress
Inside broken trying to repress
There’s that moment I reach
Deeply into the mess
Hide a ride a widowed bride
Hide forever together inside
I’m screaming can’t you hear me
I cried
Who is she?
This demon this woman my Bride
Why is it she haunts me so deeply inside
There before the crooked arrow
Cold winds blow
The moment has come
Where is the dawn
Where is the sun
I was there for a moment
I felt the caress
The sweet lovely softness
The taste of her breath
A minute together
In a wicker chair
Kisses soft and sweet
The moments we’d share
Holding hands tightly
I do
Together forever
We two
Why did I think it was a nursery rhyme?
A lifetime is a very long time
There are moments of high and deep dieing lows
But always I have to understand she’s mine
Close the windows
Lock the doors
Making love passionately
On the living room floor
Skip a beat
Clock chimes nine
How come nothing seems
To fall into rhyme
Again I’m looking
But oh can not find
A script that was written
A story that was mine
For two are a couple
And they don’t always rhyme
But in life it isn’t possible
To rhyme all the time
Love is the answer
Love is the rhyme
Love for the moment
Love all the time
She is love she is the rhyme she is the moment and she’s all the time
MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY
THE CHILD I DREAMED OF-
LONG BEFORE I HELD YOU.
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW DEEPLY
I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU,
FOR YOUR VERY HEART
IS A PART OF MY OWN.
INSIDE, I FEEL A PART OF ME
IS DYING
AS I STRUGGLE TO PULL YOU
BACK TO ME-
TO SAFETY.
HOW DIFFICULT
YOUR JOURNEY HAS BEEN
AND HER AM I
UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND
THE PAIN AND CONFUSION
THAT IS THE VERY ESSENCE
OF YOU.
AND SO-IN DESPERATION
IN DEPRESSION
IN CONFUSION
YOUR STRUGGLE HAS BROUGHT
YOU HERE
TO WHAT I'M TERRIFIED
MIGHT BE YOUR VERY DEATH
YOUR VERY DESTRUCTION.
I NEED TO SAVE YOU.
I AM YOUR MOTHER.
MY LOVE FOR YOU HAS ALWAYS
REMAINED UNCHANGED.
AND, IN THAT LOVE I HAVE
SO DESPERATELY TRIED
TO PROTECT YOU
FROM THIS VERY MOMENT
THE MOMENT I ALWAYS
FEARED WOULD COME
THE MOMENT WHEN I COULD
NO LONGER
SAVE YOU
FROM YOURSELF...
Tattoo arms,felony charges.
He found a woman after prison who also had a
nine year old child.
Spaz mother
tongue choker
saber rattler
thrill shooter.
she fell in love with a desert and was
thirsty forever.
he kissed her passionately in between
her screams and yells.
another brand of savagery flushing into
armed chivalry.
a cryptic bridge stood over her blood.
hunger floats the love abuse can only give.
welcome to the home
of the reliable witness.
amazement curves your every strength
interesting effects
you put upon myself
and thou i always dream
of you and me
forever be
you'll always want her
and enver leave
how foolish i had been
of hoping you'll love me
knowing she's the one you want
the one you need
fought to the finish
to realize my mistakes
of loving you
while you longed for another
while you held her tight
i cried all night
for the love of one
who loved nother.
I bid you stay my queen of hearts
Tarry here till morn
Take not your love and go your way
'Tis allegiance I have sworn
I bow my head in purest heart
Consumed by shameless desire
Quicken me with one last smile
Enough to quiet this fire
I press you please, consider fate
Let its spirit guide your path
Turn not unto your heart of stone
Lean not toward its wrath
Cast not aside familar dreams
Nor memories patiently earned
Douse this flame of your rejection
Where the fire of love once burned
Quench this thirst that haunts my soul
Heed my beckon call
Tarry here just one more hour
Lest our love should fall
that love flies by on silver wings
what hurts the most is how it stings
but rise we must for love it brings
us lonely little ding a lings....Don Johnson
time is slipping,
far away,
not convinced,
but begged to stay,
ignorant,
you have to be,
closed and alone,
to at last be free,
calling out,
a name so sweet,
playing ghost,
under a silk sheet,
evaporate,
and be thin air,
leave them empty,
and unaware,
razor nails,
cut my skin,
overlooked,
my heart can't win,
a love so fine,
it has to end,
join the past,
and sorrow send,
to those back home,
lost in fear,
shouting out,
so you can hear,
a desperate cry,
of bleeding heart,
tearing love,
and dreams apart,
chains of mind,
melted snow,
winters end,
flowers grow,
love will bloom,
and love take root,
out of ground,
to fill the sky,
with a sweet scent,
and such a sight,
as was meant.
sorry for spelling issues. @};~