Best Angstsong Poems
The beauty of lies,
Between your eyes.
The song of drugs
I find in your veins
Is never ending.
The stream replies to a song of redundant tides,
How will I hide all that you have brought to me
In these gifts of disease?
Let’s sing them out in melodies.
The flow is mixed in nicotine, and a pinch of coca
Leaves. A variety of alcoholic drinks you
Gave to me, with a smile that just whines
“Please.” THC and so many leaves, why
Couldn’t you love me?
The hand of a white goddess touches mine. I will
Address all that you have meant in these eyes.
The pain of your subtle lying smile, it
Stings,
Till I cry.
Life is only a jar of ashes,
And ha-ha,
The body as a temple…
Let it burn,
For the lies of Christ
Are dull and pathetic,
I’d rather prefer
My long drawn out,
Season in Hell.
Form:
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But I know men who’ll attest to the fact that she sang it to more than a few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you men there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
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A simple song is easy to remember,
It flickers like a flame inside your brain,
The melody is like a burning ember,
It even smolders through he rain.
A simple song is yesterday returning,
A ribbon wrapping up your dreams and fears,
A fantasy of ecstasy and yearning,
A symphony of smiles and tears.
Simple songs are always seeming
Nothing more than idle dreaming
Lost in the air.
So listen to the simple song I’m singing,
And listen to your childhood when it calls,
And hear the faint and distant ringing
Of bells along the castle walls.
A simple song is good most any season,
In summertime or winter or the spring,
You sing it sad or happy for no reason,
It doesn’t have to mean a thing.