In many days of evil,in many
ways i mingle,tears from
innocent minds in a riddle....a
morning days ar over,some
resting days we may
remember that many heart
may not live to see some
years to come
december...ma fears i morn
over,ma joys i set either,by
so many ways we fear the
rivers,tears fall like things
fall apart.....the joy in every
success,is not enough for
the broken heart of every
failure,but His grace happen
to save us all...in many ways
joys will run into your days,in
thousand ways sadness will
tear away from your life...so
he said a living dog is better
than a dead lion,so with hope
your numbered days will be
with great fortune.her soul i
morn for,her abscens i tears
for.luv,u may oneday morn
for,just like u wil b morn
for,yet your destiny many wil
read from.your stories many
wil sit for...a part you make,a
part they run through...legacy
counts in ma diary,so every
heart must be
countary.....alasss.KAYZEN.
Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain
hallow.
Hi my name is x, y do i continue
remainin a step behind z? A! B yourself c,
nothing could d e your self esteem, i
asked him f you think of the best in me,
g.. i never noticed my untapped potential.
Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain
hallow.
H i j k? L m i going to die lonely? Not
alone, i could grab a stone and hit 20
peeps before its even trown, n ill die
lonely in this throne, o i forgot that ive
grown persisant, more resiliant, more
resistant, im tired of p i need to get out
of this q!
Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain
hallow.
R you listening, my use to be low spark
is glissening, s i go to find my future i
hoped not to get lost in the present
becouse alot of things have past. T will
sooth my mind to never mind of things
that remind me of u v w. My name is x, y
do i remain a step behind z?
When the heart weeps
The whole body goes to sleep
Even the bright stars
Though very away, far
Turns of its light
And its the heart's night
When the heart weeps
The cut is deep
Like that of a ruthless butcher
Or a determined puncher
Sometimes we are too selfish
That makes us devilish
l° will just try
Not to ever again cry
l° must keep my eyes dry
I question my heart and wait
are you my heart or hers?
I am the heart that can't hate
I only will be the heart she prefers
Leave me I don't need a heart
I need only a soul to live
You are where my pains start
and where boats of my life dive
Dear, my heart you only need a heart
Last night ,
I start a fight,
Which I wont win
Because of my scenes
Do I love or ,
Is It just a feeling
Of well being
Sent from a star,
My heart want
Something to big
To look for, to hunt
That my mind cant feed
I think maybe ,
I’ll should leave ,
Set my heart free ,
Like falling leave,
Why fighting with my friend,
If I know that I’ll lose at the end,
So one question remains ,
What to do then?
Over all the mistake ,
I did in my life,
Maybe I should take ,
My tears and sink,
In the ocean of forgiveness,
And take God as best friend ,
My tears as a bless ,
And my pain to an end,
I never think about ,
The real meaning pain,
Now I know it’s the amount,
Of tears that rain,
My life is hell,
Which I choose to live in,
Can she ring the bell ,
And make me believe in,
Why do I exist?
Can my parent tells,
Or am I the beast ,
Who’s killing myself?
Suddenly,wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
Ate my perfumed flesh in glee
My manful cries went heaven high
That aunt Priscilla came running wild
That Wednesday night of 10 November
Began my song of painful plea
Goat burnt skin as soft plum peeled
Sneering scissors thrust stubborn gauze and
Red rain rush quickly out, then
When on it iodine oil is released
Tormenting pains my body feel it's when
I begin, my songs of painful plea
My mouth tore in anguished laughter
Myself been prisoner of frustrating pains
When my eyes beheld my white hands
And my skin embellished with ugly scars
My soul could not but raise that song
My song of painful plea
My song of painful plea
Echoes loud across the sky
For my heart made fragments
Of peaceful past, and a
Library of scars in each tiny half
My heart will take no more
For I've done no wrong
Let happiness be a distant dream
To them who adulterated our kerosene.
My song of painful plea.
Im sorry Lord
I cut are trust with a sword
and lefted without saying a word
My mistake start to burn
I look left and right
I dont know where to turn
Plz tell me why im in love with the world?
I still wonder why i gave it up for that girl?
Why em i against the world?
This hell like war zone
I rather die alone
because i was born with a heart that stays cold
I would easily trade your heart for gold
and spend it on the girls on the pole
What is sad that i aint joking
I got many probelms so can i start drinking and smoking?
I spent my last life token
and thats when i awoken
Im already dead so the dead just spoken
.
My heart aches when I behold
my blood trading me for gold
So is it when a friend of foe
contributes to my woe
Even those I confided in
I was shocked to
see them as Judas
who bartered christ for silver
Now I know humans
They are like cactus tree
If you lean on it
It will drink your blood
His heart is serpent
disguised with a flowering face
If you see a man
and a beast
Spare the beast
Kill the man
The snake that tempted
man might be saved
Let tortured be man
He is a rat
Not a friend of cat
Alas! You are a traitor man.
Sitting still in the dark,
Not looking for love,
Yet so eagerly yearning it,
My heart is calling out,
I can't stop these feelings of pain.
Around all those with love in thier life,
Trying to stop them for my own,
Feeling selfish, yes, but needing not,
Not of my own will but of the will of my heart,
My brain is screaming no while my heart pushes on.
Annoyance to others to avoid,
Everything seems so dark and lonely,
Rejecting chances at love,
For fear of being hurt and tortured,
Seeing everyone else prosper.
Why must everthing fail with me,
Everything hurting and aching,
Feeling sick due to my emotions,
Love has no plan for me,
Left to die on a cold rainy night.
-Shane Bennett
I wish I could forgive you
My heart melts at the despicability of the crime
But you just won’t confess it
Wont prove it, you are wrong
My eyes lunge for your apology
My heart’s soul is so pure
It’s the reason it goes easy on you
And I try to remember
Yes you have screamed
Yes you have not cared
Then I think again, another pitiful excuse lies ahead
And I breathe and breathe and wish
Will anyone come?
One with such quality and fun
Such purity and coolness to never be gone?
No, I won’t kill hope
But I’ll strive towards the forsaken end
With the broken heart beat, just to
Just to see it again, a friend
Love bites because it ends in heartbreaks. Love stinks because of the emotions being
played with. It seems that when one male individual breaks up with a female individual or
whatever, his or heart starts to break. It makes everyone sick just thinking about it. No
wonder why love makes people do stupid things. Maybe two couples were never meant to be
together. I hate it when love doesn't keep both couples together. It's like someone
plunged a knife into one's chest and yanked his or her heart out, killing one of them
instantly. Love also leaves all of their feelings destroyed, bruised, and hurt. And if the
hearts of every human being keep breaking and breaking, then there won't be any whole
hearts left.
You see a bird of broken spirit,
that, no longer can sing.
Trapped within an aging cage,
with a lock, that will not spring.
Fed only seeds of self contempt
and water of isolation.
A single stick to rest upon,
holding on with desperation.
Once the bird had feathers bright,
a heart of the mighty Hawk.
With the will to fly and soar,
Never to be grounded and mocked.
But being wounded deep inside,
where the spirit dwells,
Left the bird a mere shadow,
trapped within an empty shell.
The cage, that now, surrounds the bird,
drained all the color from its life.
Stolen every thing she is,
cut out her song like a knife.
The cage grows new bars each day,
so that all that the bird was, is gone.
There looks as though there is no way out,
as it has been building for so long.
Somewhere, there is a key,
that will one day, click the lock.
Then perhaps, the bird, once again,
will fly with the heart of a hawk.
ALWAYS
Every time I open my heart up it seems to get beat up.
Every time I try to love you more, my emotions continue stored.
Every time I want your affection, it seems to have protection.
Every time I want to spend time with you, there seems to be a reason to leave you.
Every time I see you, my heart beats faster but when I’m with you there is no
laughter.
Locked Inside
the real person is affraid
to face all the lies
and scars that i have made
lost and betraid i walk alone
my muted thoughts become unknown
i hear a voice the piercing words which linger in my head
my heart is beating but there is no pulse and i feel like im already dead
with a razor i connect the stars
which leaves the patterns of my scars
and the pain in my heart
kills the desire
to love as i watch myself burn in the fire
my heart starts to ake
as i lye there awake
and the memoreies replay
as i slowly decay
the fire burned out and left nothing but coal
as they cast the power of death on my soul..
-Spencer Coggsdale
The Road I Travel
The road I walk,
I walk alone.
Only my shadow,
Hears my cries.
My heart is empty,
Empty as the road I walk.
My blood pumps cold,
As my heart becomes heavy.
I search my soul,
Searching for some amount of faith.
People ask me how I feel,
I tell my truth as it is real.
Naked as though,
I had no clothes.
Unseen as though,
I did not exist,
Unheard as though,
I had no voice.
Abandoned as though,
I was not wanted.
Numb as though,
I had no emotions.
This is the road I walk,
The only road I’ve ever traveled.
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