Long poem by
Aa Harvey | Details
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Play Slipknot’s ‘Snuff’ song four times and use these lyrics:
(Do not use the official video clip. It has more than just the song.)
I still feel your pain within my skin…
Ripping out my heart again,
So I can’t let you in.
Silence only ever hid my truths…
The Book of Life showed us the way;
My fate is up to you…amen.
Never been one to simply move on!
Like to stay in wonderland; all alone!
It still seems to feel like you inside;
All it took was the death of love and suicide.
To find our paradise!
I saw the love within your eyes;
It burnt my soul to say goodbye.
Oh…So now I scream “I’ve changed my mind!”
But apathy has got a grip over me!
Death will surely catch up, eventually…
But if I have you by my side
And I have your love for the rest of time;
Maybe then I can truly say “Goodbye.”
But only once and never again, not in this life!
Happiness has gone from me again!
All I’m left with within my world; is my own pain;
But I never said to you, just what I knew.
Just know I only ever spoke the truth.
I just couldn’t do this to you!
You’re much too weak to take this pain,
I guess thought the crazy fool.
Oh…But picture me within your heart;
I’ll be your love light in the dark!
Woahh!!
I’ll be the one who cares!
I’ll be the one who is always there!
I’ll be the one you keep within;
I’ll be the one you let within!
I’ll be the one to teach you sin!
If you would only live again…
This bullet has your name on it.
Oh…I’ll bury it within my skin.
I’ll take you deep inside of me!
I’ll open up and I will live again!
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
Bury me with love within your mind…
Dig me up to play with me, from time to time.
Read what I’m so desperate… to say
I’m older now and people change,
If I hadn’t just walked away…again.
I’d walk straight up to him!
And punch him hard in the face!
Such innocence you have no right to take!
My psychopathic, unstoppable, rage!
Would have put an end to his days!
But those words I guess I couldn’t say.
I guess you wouldn’t listen to them, anyway.
Oh so shocked that I would let you go!
I hope you know within my heart; you were the one!
But these words that you must never know…
Are truly spoken only to…cleanse my own soul.
Now I know I had to let you go;
I just wanted to tell you that…You are not alone.
Just tell me that you will never go!
Bury me with love and death, deep within your soul.
Know your words are in my heart…
But I could never let you know.
I wouldn’t want to make you cry!
Your tears only ever, made me want to die!
I couldn’t be the one to save your life;
Oh But you will never truly know,
Just how much you have affected mine!!!…
Woahhh!!
The pain I never made you face!
I kept it all deep within.
I buried it deep with you, inside of me;
But I never did find any kind of release.
I guess I just couldn’t let it ever end up like this.
So pity me for all I should have said!
Lay with me once more my love, in our broken bed.
Oh Kiss me deep within your soul of light;
Stay with me and hold me tight!
If you still care I just want you to know…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
Together we will surely show this,
This loneliness, its death;
For I will never let you go.
I will only ever walk away.
For I have seen the death of love…
Once more in time, I should…have tried.
But these words of mine,
I guess I just could never say!
I miss you right now my bitter love!
I think of you now and then; sometimes other stuff.
But I want you to know, you are always in my heart.
I never truly left you; but I did depart…
I never told you how I felt.
Oh…I had to leave your broken heart;
But never weep because of me!
Never say…you are unhappy.
You will never be alone,
For you are buried in my soul
And if something I guess I could have changed;
I would have left you to your pain,
I would still have walked away
And hope to God, I pray! I pray!
That you would only ever have followed me!
My love for you shall never go away.
I feel like I need your love to breathe!
I think I need you!
Trapped inside of me!
I think I saw something in your eyes;
Oh…
I think I saw my paradise, but now I guess I’ll never truly know!
Woaahhh!!!!
I think I’ve hit an all-time low!
So come to me, I’ll embrace you once again!
I’ll speak to you with honesty, my beloved friend;
Let me pay my penance for my sin.
Let me tell your heart and your soul!
That you my love, shall always be kept within.
I keep you safe within my dreams.
Oh I offer shelter to your hurt and pains,
I only ever wanted to let you in!
I only ever wanted to let you in!!!
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
PLAY TUNE AGAIN…
So you can truly believe my words when I say…
I will never walk away;
In the distance I see your faith.
One last time you smiled at me and then…
You walked away then you felt my hand;
Land upon your hand again…
I love you, I always have!
I just didn’t understand!
But all these words I keep within;
I’ll never hurt you; I’m your friend!
I’m sorry I just couldn’t let you in,
But I believed you would be better off in the end;
If you never saw my face…
Oh if once more I had just walked away;
You would never have read your words and all of this would be a waste!
But if I were to tell you how I really feel…
I’d simply scream at you “This is for real!”
Let’s once more live in sin.
So I can show you my love within…
That you shall always be kept with me, deep within.
So save my soul I need you to care;
I need you more than I need air!
I need your love to set me free;
I need you to become one with me.
I need to tell you I love you my Friend,
I’ll never truly hurt you…not in the end;
I never claimed to be a saint.
Oh in wonderland I love your soul,
It took her death to let me know, I love you so!
Woaahhh!!!
So come be with me or break my hope!
You My Love; I believe You could be the one;
I only tried to be of help,
But you are strong enough to help yourself
And I will pay penance for your pain!
I will not leave, I’m here to stay!
Angels like me fear our souls;
Oh for my love was banished long ago,
If you still care, just know I love you so!
If you still care, just know you are the one!
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
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Long poem by
Russell Banks | Details
Bright lights, big city...
bright lights, big city dreams...
please just take me away tonight
Let me rest on your elegance tonight
I have no energy left to spend in reality
so please knock me unconscious
just to be in the place that makes me...
I wanted to sing
so loudly, proudly of a heroine
put aside a feeling of haste, of hate
of Juliet turned Medusa
now my Medusa Juliet turning Rapunzel
Strange it may seem, I'll explain a different day
something betters my attention
begs my words to form a letter
Veronica...once my Veronica
in this play, in this scene
we were able to make amends, stay friends
20, we are both 20
Life is confusing
all these convoluted schemes it throws our way
How are we supposed to seize the day
how about she seized me instead
A story, a flashback inside another story
remember 'If Your Reflection Could Kill'
a memoir asking questions and banishing Juliet from my life
if only for a while
I just wanted answers but she fled away
from what she believed to be cancer
though it gave a chance for Veronica and I to be consistently happy
but there is no happy for me
We hit a cosmic rift, a cosmic shift
a month after a daringly rushed proposal
someone got lost, got scared, turned ghost, just shutdown completely
Months go by and we reconciled
you'd think there'd be a happy ending in silver lining
yet a month maybe three weeks from present day
arrives Juliet atop her steed of do-overs and repeats
a fresh start
I didn't buy a single word
I don't subscribe to politics but I know how hers works
still I couldn't banish her again
I couldn't, I can't
Myself, I've been running away
pointing if only an ounce of blame her way
knowing full well I fell in love with the girl for three years
who was just words across a screen
a voice from a phone
I only dreamed of who she could be
now I know
and in her eyes I still felt that same bitter love
I wanted to keep 4 years back
so Juliet wanted my audience
my ears and my eyes to acknowledge she was finally here to stay
here to play no games
I had no good reason to deny
so my answer was obvious
but Veronica, she caught wind of this
and there went my attempt to gain back what time has torn apart
Veronica, she tore down my walls so she knew
I could hear her scream with disdain, curse my name
What was she angry for
an entire year, she tried to see my face again
an entire year, I had a list of excuses to keep her at bay
It was never because I didn't trust myself
it was all because I couldn't dare stare in the face
someone of importance
knowing it was me that once dared to keep a promised
and succeeded in the quickest time to break her and it
making her cry
What made her angry
She believed I chose Juliet over her
and I tried to defend myself with armed words
justified explanations
but I had no explanation to give
I was unarmed in these verbal fights
I didn't know what was right
what to say
that day changed everything
Juliet took Veronica's place
as the conversationalist, the smiling heroine
as the one I could compliment
the one I could make happy
the one I could just be me
Veronica, she just spent two weeks
taking jab after jab at Juliet
taking jab after jab at me...till yesterday
a bad day turned nightmare
when I unbottled truth built up for weeks
I confessed my reasons, my seasons
why she hasn't seen my face, a long list of apologies
so the weight of my shoulders would leave
so she would know, so we could grow
as like me, you would hope for a naive understanding response
as like me, you would hope for a silver lining
hope she'd understand
but I know all too well
there is no happy ending for me
The deities all laugh at my scorn
never happy till they see me destroyed
never satisfied till they, in awe, watch me weep
Veronica, I think I may have lost a friend in Veronica
I called it fate, I called it destiny
since she made it all to be my fault
that I'm a liar
when she knows full well I just want everyone in the world
who steps in my universe to be happy
Forgive me for my selfish desire but it's true
I may now talk about myself too much
but it doesn't compare to how much I cared about her
or want her to be happy
Oh no
She pressed the button, she pressed the button
Did she really say that she doesn't know who I am
did she really say that I'm not her old sweet best friend
does she really have the right to say anything? !
She left me behind!
When we were kids, she left me behind
for the religious remarks of my cousin tore her apart
She could've came back at anytime
She left me behind
For years, I waited for her return with baited breath
though each time she came back
once to tell me at 2 in the morning that she got lucky
once to accompany me through my second tour of Juliet
as freaking spectator
she left and never said anything else
If it wasn't for a mutual friend
she would've never talked to me again!
She left me behind!
She wasn't there when I needed her the most
when I needed a friend the most
but that doesn't matter no cause oh I'm a liar
cause I have a selfish desire to be miserable
while I want the whole world who steps into my universe to be happy
All these words I never said to her, to Veronica
I just sat defenseless, sat stunned, sat fed up, sat done
tried to defend myself again but there's nothing to defend
told her good night, good life
hope to talk again
but if she was done with me, tell me so
cause I'd rather not spend another night
getting cussed out, getting yelled at
trying to muster up a defense case
for something I do that doesn't directly effect her
but in her eyes this friendship isn't worth it
I'm not worth it
freaking perfect...
Bright lights...big city...
just take me far away from here
give me amnesia or just omit her from my memory
I'm sick of this
of everything inadvertently being the fault of me
Are you happy deities? ? !
Are you happy?
There is no happy ending for me
Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016
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Long poem by
Mutesha Lemana | Details
It was noon, he was in the bush, he enjoyed this type of living, he sometimes played with the animals just to make himself happy and spend some time, Leisure and embraced them all as one family. His name was Kili, with three closest friends, namely Cosmo, Momo and Tinky. Kili was a brave human being, respected by all Animals found in the bush, except one brown huge monkey by the name of Barley. Barley was a biggest monkey in the bush, he liked bullying other Animals whenever Kili is not around. Barley had a nickname of Mega, meaning Big or Massive. Barley hated Kili with so much, the reason for the hatred was unknown by almost everyone in the bush, but it was merely believed that Barley didn't just like people(Human Beings) or associating with them.
Barley was a leader before, he made all the choices of Animals belonging to the bush he used yo rule. And before him leaving the throne, he named the bush "Tipir", where no one had any idea or knew what the word means, Only him did. Regardless of them being blank, they liked the named of the bush without the word because.
Twenty Four years ago, Barley was just 2Years and 6Months Old. Back then he was kept as a pet by human beings, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Barley loved the people that kept him, because he was provided with almost everything he wanted/needed or could want/need. He wasn't kept in the cage or anywhere else, where he could be segregated or separate him from them. This made him more comfortable and warmth his heart without any fail. One night Barley was sleeping on his bed, it was 01. AM, then thieves broke into Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house, Mr. Jones tried to defend himself and the family, but he failed and he was beaten terribly and lastly he was killed including his family. Barley couldn't understand anything, he tried to scare the thieves with his moves, showed them him sharp tooth and did all sorts of scary moves, unfortunately the thieves weren't scared, instead they kicked him out of the house through the window. Barley was injured, he ran away with cuts all over his body, cause of passing through the window unexpectedly. Without taking much time, Barley ran and stood afar, to see what happened next to the house and the family he adored very much. To his disappointing view, the house was burnt and Barley wiped tears, felt lonely and Became disturbed. He climbed on top of a tree and shouted "WooooooaaaaahhaaaaWooooaaahaaab" which in their language means "What an Evil city this is, they will pay back".
After some years, Barley went in the bush and started his new life with a new family and new friends. By then a baby was born somewhere. Barley had a strange feeling about this, so he influenced his fellow animals to go attack human beings in a certain town near their bush. They did this with their mighty, but Cosmo, Momo and Tinky kidnapped a Baby without Barley knowing anything. Barley knew this after 4Months or so and felt disappointed and helpless the time he knew this. Kili was one year by then, Barley really tried and wanted to kill Kili, but he failed, he tried to poison him, but he was healed by Cosmo, Momo and Tinky with the help of their Friends using their Traditional fruits & medicines. Barley never liked this and ended up hating those major Four, Cosmo, Tinky, Momo and Kili with passion.
Years later, Kili was now 20 Years Old, when he knew Barley's plan and realised what was happening, he had already fought with him before, Barley was injured severely, he knew his tactics and some of Barley's moves. Kili consulted to other animals why he was being hunted by Barley, they explained to him, by then they a little bit knew him, he defended himself with words, to the fact that he's a human being, it doesn't mean that he's the same too, nor did he come to destroy their Kingdom. Barley denied that and Had his own ways and thoughts of viewing and thinking things. Barley letter on poisoned Tinky and lied that Kili did it, that he wants to kill all the Animals and remain with the bush by himself. Kili tried to defend himself, but at this point in time he wasn't understood, non of them comprehended and believed in Kili's words, except for Cosmo and Momo. He was chased out of the bush and he started living in trees. Sometimes being accompanied by Cosmo and Momo. Stinky suffered for like a month and some days, but before dying, he wanted to see Kili, unfortunately he was told that he was chases, without Tinky knowing the reason, he asked "Why?", and he was told that he is the one that poisoned him
Tinky analyse this and opposed to the sayings, they tried to convince him, but he still opposed and refused, Barley then appeared and told Tinky that Kili Was chases for poisoning him. Without any fear, Tinky refused and said "My fellow animals, I know that I am dying soon, you're here saying that you know who poisoned me, you all have the story that Kili is responsible for my death", then the animals started shouting and wondering, asking why he's saying this, "Kili did it!! Kili did it!!", then Tinky said, "I refuse to that saying, Kili did nothing on me. Me and Kili are like brothers, so how could he do such a thing?, he is innocent, the one that did this is Barley", and Tinky died there. Barley laughed and assured them how could he do such a thing to his fellow animal. Other animals where astonished and read the notion through the look in his eyes. And Kili appeared to apologize and convince them that he's not responsible, all the animals bowed down to him and apologized except for Barley. They were all happy and told him to chase the Betrayer Barley. They had an eye contact for 2Mins or so, but Kili said, "Barley, Run, Run and never look or come back!!".
© Mutesha Lemana
Thank You For Reading My Story.
Copyright © Mutesha Lemana | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Verlena S. Walker | Details
INTRO
A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and it's growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond .” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb singing "evolution conception a world beyond - evolution conceives a world afar."
DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure, so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “ Mmmm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that .” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
Jack’s Next Adventure
As Jack planned he would make two weapons and use them if needed. He would take some food with him for his sustenance and a change of clothes for his comfort. He must travel lightly. He cannot be overloaded. This was an adventure to discover the beyond and then return home. He would set some landmarks as he journey within this other world to ensure that he could return to his beanstalk, therefore, assuring his returning home and thus, hopefully safely.
Day ten, after the discovery of this world beyond, Jake began to climb his beanstalk once again. Now know that this City that Jack was from had many beanstalks. Did Jack think he was only one with this discovery? Everyone had to plant their own individual beanstalk. Was Jack’s the only one with a world beyond or did he share this with others?
Secrets were known to be kept in City of the Bean People forever.
Well now Jack had arrived into this other world beyond via his beanstalk. It was a flora place and no one was stirring about. He walked and walked and walked until he came to a cellulosic world. Amidst these cell walls of plants and algae was a cave-like house. He heard loud snoring. He felt to see had he lost his weapons. He had not. Jake entered the house. At first he saw feet then legs. These legs were very long but finally he arrived at the knee caps about 6 minutes later. He knew then that this was a big, big person. He became afraid, but he tiptoed on. He discovered the Giant. He was not about to wake him. Jake decided it was time to end this adventure for now and return home.
It took Jack about 1 day to complete his journey home. Nevertheless, he knew he would be back to meet this big person. He had to so that he could discover this world beyond forever. Meaning, he desired the world beyond to be part of his constructed life; therefore, he knew he would fulfill his desire.
JOURNEY TO MEET BIG PERSON
Jake did not remove his landmarks on his journey home from his last adventure that took him into the world beyond. He would travel via these landmarks so that he knew how to get back to the Giant’s home.
Two weeks later Jake went on his third adventure. His plan was to meet this Big Person and become friends with him if this was possible. He knew his life could be endangered because he was a small man, but he had to find out if this Giant could be his friend. So Jake went on his merriment way singing: “ This will be quite an adventure. The third trip to what I will call Giantvillism. It’s quite a beautiful place to me, as I see life forming and then there’s this Big Person. Giant he will be call, quite scary after all; however, very much worth the adventure and a connection to his world .” Jake stopped singing and walked quietly, continuing on his journey, as he completed climbing his beanstalk.
As Jake continued on his journey to Giant’s home, he constantly discovered new knowledge about Giantvillism. Everything was cellulosic. But he notices that some of these cellulosic things may be able to take human life form. However, it seemed that they needed triggering. An evolutionary world he had discovered with biological means and after he met Giant and if they became friends, he would find this world’s trigger point because it was necessary and should be develop and this is the premise he would live by and also influence Giant to do the same through his instruction, if needed. Hopefully, Giant may know how to do this himself but needed a motivator. Jake knew well that he was that and more. Jake perceived himself as quite powerful.
Halfway to Giant’s home Jake felt aspiration and became aspirated and as usually, began to sing while breathing out. He continued his singing merrily and almost ran into Giant who was outside his home. Jake found himself no more than twenty feet away from Giant when he saw his legs in a standing position. Jake did a double-take and hid behind an object he did not have a name for but if he described it, it would be to him a big fossil plant or maybe an artifact of this world. Giant began to move and it seems as if he was humming. However, Jake decided he was singing in his native language, which words sounded like those of a hummingbird. Jake needed a plan of approach and while he was thinking, he fell asleep behind the big fossil plant.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
JW Earnings | Details
You see the pain in my eyes
And you erase the cruel lies
I see the pain in your eyes
Tell me something promising as time flies
Don't say your goodbyes
I say hello to our temporary highs
Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show
Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness
Verse 7: I'm sorry for being unfaithful...I've become this jaded fool
I'm sorry for the xoxo's I gave you that made you ungrateful
I'm sorry for being your inadequate tool...but I'll try to stay cool
I'm sorry for telling you something you already know - I'm swimming in my lament pool
Even in the creeping shadows,
Our love makes the night radiant, oh so radiant
Even in our deepest sorrows,
Our passion makes our days and nights so brilliant
I give up everything just to have you in my arms
So enchanted by your elegant soul, sparkling with charms
Kiss me before the dawn peaks it's head out
Don't forsaken me, you know what I'm talking about
I crash into you in a lightyear moment and I'm under your spell
Wondering if you're a hell in heaven's clothing...my mind is spinning, going pell-mell!
Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show
Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness
Verse 8: I see you in the darkest of night,
Douse me with your delight
Daylight is wasting away like fire
Led astray by the desire that I admire
Prove to me that you love me eternally
Make me believe you love me unconditionally
Are you telling the truth or are you a liar?
Are you the clever king and I'm your exquisite empire?
You invigorate me with your power of serenity
I crown you with vivacious prosperity
I implore you to not be carried away with your greedy ways
Because there will be days when you won't be showered with gaily praise
Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show
Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness
Verse 9: Do you clearly see what I see?
I gaze into your eyes with hope and joy
I look up to you in sunlit glee
So tired of being a tattered and torn toy on the kitchen floor, forlorning hopelessly
I happily give you my genuine xoxo's
Who knows where our wicked wind blows
I give you a gift from my young heart
It's something I haven't told you yet...
wishing it will bring us together instead of tear us apart
Tell me something I don't know - something that I won't forget
Something that I'll not easily get I bet
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
Verlena S. Walker | Details
Religious gatherings happen on Thursday as well in Bean’s Cathedral. The Scribes would read from The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest and the Bean people who attended would be blessed for a greater existence in which this would prepare them to covenant in Bean Town on Thursday night. Their partying was very diverse. They did not drink liquor but had many things to drink and a lot of food to eat. Those that did not attend would be attending to last minute business in which the Scribes understood and blessed them with The Smoke of Missing Hope during Bean’s Cathedral Religious Gathering. Once this was done all was well in City of the Bean People and Bean Town tinkled.
Jake’s Return to Giantvillism
Now Jake was quite ready to return to Giantvillism, however, he wanted to be prepared for whatever. So on the day of his departure, which was three months from the last; he gathered has weapons and added a flask of merriment. This he would give to Giant as a gift. As always, Jake begin to sing: “ I am going to give Giant a gift. A flask of merriment and he will enjoy this. Therefore, I’m on my way to Giantvillism and maybe Giant and I will travel beyond into his cellulosic world !”
Jake began to climb his beanstalk, which took three hours to the top. Once he finally made it to solid ground, Jake began to walk. He knew his way well now because of the eleven times he had visit Giant and this was the twelfth. Jake felt at ease and please with being here in which he knew that Giant awaited his return and that Giant knew he was coming [this day].
As Jake travel on to Giant’s cave, he discovered that some of the cellulosic life forms had evolved. He saw a little man building a house and stop to converse, however, the little man, did not seem to hear a word spoken so Jake tapped him on the shoulder and both the little man and the house he was constructing vanished. Jake walked on until he came upon a woman with four children and she spoke to Jake. “Hello, Jake! So, you return today.” Jake was overwhelmed. She knew his name, but he did not know hers. Jake responded: “What is your name my lady? I do not know yours, however, you do know mine.” “My name is Melody. I am a gypsy. Therefore, I know things that Bean People do not.” Jake became fascinated and asked: “How do you know that I am a Bean person?” Melody answered and said: “Well gypsies have insight into others’ lives or life lines and Jake with you, it is your height, which is the factor. I must go now with my four and maybe I will see you again to tell you some more.” Jake smiled and bid her farewell and not a goodbye.
“About five miles”, Jake thought “and I will be at Giant’s house.” Humming and then he begin to sing because he knew this would make time leave much sooner. This is the melody Jake song. “,My life is that of an ordinary man. I stand 5”6” and have such small hands. But if I need to be as big as I can be, I have another half of pint in me. My wife truly loves me and soon, yes I do believe, she be traveling with me to Gianvillism and we will make love in this cellulosic world as we did in Bean Town as teenagers. Oh, her name is Nefa!”
Finally, arriving at Giant’s cave house; however, Giant was not at home in which Jake knew he would wait because he was there to stay for at least five days, which his wife Nefa knew he would be gone for that long but no longer than fourteen days or two weeks. Jake fell asleep and was awakened by Giant’s return home. Giant knew he was there and came into his home with a loud bellow: “Hello Jake, glad of your return. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Some of the cellulosic life forms have evolved in Giantvillism and with me is my cousin Maddy.” Jake jumped from his mat and states: “I discovered this on my journey to see you, Giant. First, I met a little man building a house. I tried to talk to him, but he did not hear me and when I touched him on his shoulder he and his house disappeared. Next, I met a gypsy named Melody who knew me immediately by name and by my people. However, I knew nothing about her. We talked and then she had to leave. So, Giant I am not that surprised but I would like to know why do you call Maddy your cousin?” Giant responded: “Well, Jake you see I am from a cellulosic life form as well and Maddy evolved the same way I did. Being from a cellulosic life form one do not evolve as brothers or sisters; only cousins. Therefore, our family history in Giantvillism is based on the foundation of how we evolve. Maddy is the second of my evolutionary life form.”
Giant, Maddy, and Jake begin to get to know each other. It seems that all the difficulty Jake was afraid of in getting to know Giant three months ago had been banished when the cellulosic life form evolved while Jake was away. Jake was learning about Giant’s life through him telling Maddy about what it meant to be from the cell of the Big People. It seems that this cell came in many heights because Maddy was not a giant. He was about 6”1”. Jake would say that women would think he was considerably handsome. Giant also said that The Cell of the Big People would evolve many more cousins within the next five years as adults in order for them to procreate and start families. Jake then spoke and told both that this is what happen in his world as well. Giant went on to say that many more life forms were in Giantvillism and their cells had the same capabilities and authorities. With all said, Jake thought: “Hmmm, every world becomes different but then they are all quite the same.”
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
Reshad Yahyaie | Details
Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person.
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before. After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious.
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams.
Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like.
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend… ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner.
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him. Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim.
Now they know each other and they love each other a lot. She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves.
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....
I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.
Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013
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Long poem by
Ngoc Nguyen | Details
Dear Euphoria,
Melancholia is one of the more destructive downfalls in existence that one can suffer. Once engaged, it is easily the most difficult humour to surrender, the most difficult companion to forswear or to repudiate.
It is thus no exaggeration to solemnly declare and aver to another that Melancholia—of all humours—is best when avoided at all costs; it is not to be courted or to be carelessly entertained. Whenever confronted with the opportunity to make its acquaintance, decline the offer through all means at one’s disposal—even having false hope would be better than to acknowledge its rude presence. When it is seen on some busy avenue approaching in one’s direction do not hesitate to quickly turn the other way! One’s judiciousness in doing so will be bountifully rewarded. And when it perchance deigns to entice one with a kind word where none will graciously offer any, promptly refuse it. For by not accepting its ruse it is discouraged from trying again. Furthermore, regarding Melancholia, the much-used truism that ignorance is bliss cannot be emphasized too much or to the point of triteness.
Melancholia delights in currying favor with the afflicted and the habitually morose. It gives false hope to the simple, and comfort to the bereft. By endless promises it lulls the unwary and the incautious, and seduces the dejected and disheartened. Through guile it wins the confidence of its victims and entices them with sweet assurances of its faithfulness, that there is none like it. With a false mirror, it deceives the weak-willed into believing in its deceitful reflection, an image of ostensible benevolence and goodwill. Through incessant reminders it precludes its deceived victims from forgetting the unwavering cruelty of this world, and to religiously recall the superabundant kindnesses and generosity of none other than it. Through deceit and half-truths Melancholia erects and builds its crestfallen lovers into a false picture of security and unconditional, positive regard; only to watch them fall headlong from the precipice with their hopes and false sense of safety dashed to the hard, unforgiving ground below forever whenever the mood suits it. Throughout all this orchestrated tragedy Melancholia works insidiously, conscientiously, employing and using methods that it knows only too well and always with a single-minded goal to destroy.
Be forewarned, therefore, that Melancholia employs several principles for mental siege of its hapless prey.
The first principle of Melancholia is to prefer falsehoods and prevarications over truth. Where a true friend always tells a companion what he needs to hear, Melancholia tells that soul only what he wants to hear and thereby does him a great disservice. Though Melancholia beguiles with relish, it is of the mind that every iota of knavery goes the distance, that a trail of breadcrumbs entices as much as a meal of mutton. Unending weariness and a listless look invited destruction, but Melancholia protests in abundance that ennui and boredom are “health to thy navel and marrow to thy bones.” As Jonathan swore his faithfulness to David in the Old Testament, so swears Melancholia to them who would give ear to it; and feigns as a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Melancholia is in reality friend to none and an unchaste blight and scourge to all. It counsels against chastity and good sense, and delights in causing the young bride to abandon the husband of her youth. Melancholia dances to the music of psalteries and harps and cymbals and entices one to drink and be merry when mirth is in the house of fools and when deliverance is in the house of thoughtful only. When vigilance is required, it makes an exception for a little sleep and a little slumber. By bearing false witness against one’s neighbors, it works discord and strife where there is only peace and harmony. And through theft and fraud, Melancholia reaps where it did not sow.
Melancholia’s second principle is to spread belief that all is not for the best in the end. It contradicts and overrules master Gottfried Leibniz’s dictum that we live in “the best of all possible worlds” is absolute rubbish. Melancholia would have us all believe that we quite literally live in the worst of all possible worlds—in a Hell on earth, in fact! Melancholia blesses those cursed souls that heed Pessimism; and curses those blessed souls that instead heed Optimism. It deceitfully declares that all of God’s benisons are really curses, an onerous loan to be repaid in the future at great interest. “God’s blessings are essentially usurious!” protests Melancholia. Also, it would coax and canoodle everyone into the belief that Hobbes is right about the state of life and nature—that we all are condemned to lives that are “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.” To hear such dark tidings is rude when one is feeling merry; but to hear the same woebegone news is bane when one is already crestfallen and morose. Indeed, to heed Melancholia is to reject all hope and to embrace the abyss. Even a happy death is preferable to the delusions of Melancholia. A caveat to all that it is better to immediately disown Melancholia upon its birth in the homestead of one’s mind by surrendering it to the wilds of your mental forests where the cognitive wolves can devour it, rather than let it grow to adulthood and take root in your psyche as an arch-rival to the throne of your psychological “kingdom.”
(to be continued in, "From Laetitia to Euphoria An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: Part II)
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Poet M.e. | Details
CONVERGENCE OF THE TRAIN
Act I..scene II, fade,
Second floor, English Comp, Eleventh grade
There was a girl who sat
Three seats in back of me
For the sake of this poems
And to protect her privacy
We can call her Jacqueline or Jackie
They teased her everyday
Cause she had body odor,
Cuts on her arms and acne
No one at Ridgemont knew
She lost her father when she was three
Two years before her mother Od’d..
She sat on a highchair watching
Her Shooting heroin in her veins
But what does all this have to do
With a Train?
I refrain
Her Auntie didn’t want her
Her Auntie’s boyfriend did
Quite a lot for an eight year old kid
So inside of herself she hid
Four Foster Homes
Ten therapist later she finally
Felt as if she was winning
Her first day at Ridgemont High
Her fifth High school in all
The medications were working
It was her new beginning
After third period English class
She placed the small Hamlet book
In her purse, grabbed her headphones
And bobbled her head to Lady Gaga
As she walked down the hall
She didn’t know that
Samantha and Amber
And two other girls
Waited for her in the bathroom stall
And five others hid behind the wall
Samantha unzipped Jackie's purse
And what they did next
Will make your heart burst
They snapped pictures of
Her medications
Lexipro and abilify
They smeared feces on her Thesis
Tore her bracelet to pieces
And told her to go back where
She came from and die.
Her only defense was to cry
But a hundred episodes of Oprah and Dr. Phil
And a plethora of pills
Taught her how to be okay..Just a bad day.
Therapist had taught her how to be
Self assuring
Jackie cried on the bathroom floor
Shaking, aching, soaked in her own Urine
Enduring...
Act II Scene two days later in the gym
Regina pulled Jackie's bra off
And threw it to Kim
Who wrote Slut on it with her Black pen
Then Nicole socked her
Laughing as Jackie fell against the locker
One by one they slapped her like actors
Her cries were not as loud as the laughter
Jackie confided in her Biology teacher.
Who told the Principal
Jackie felt like Oprah, invincible
Samantha got suspended
They all had a meeting
And she was so sure this would end it
Enter Donnie 6’3 and charming
Jumped off a White horse and
rescued her like her Savior
He told her she was beautiful
And apologized for everyone’s behavior
And you should see the locket he gave her
He lettered in track and basketball
And was headed to UCLA in the fall
He taught her to laugh again
And brought all the bullying to an end
For the first time in her life, a friend
Took him six weeks convinced her to have sex
And kissed away the insanity
Only she didn’t see the camera
Between the books over the vanity
As she put her clothes back on
He told her he would always be with her
She didn’t know however
Was that everything that happened
In the last two hours
Was already on Facebook and Twitter
Ten minutes before the school bell
The kids started laughing
And checking their cells
It was hard to believe that kids
With human parents
Could be so rude
Until I grabbed my cell phone
Saw videos of Jackie in the nude
They saw all the bruises and cuts
Yelled run home you slut
And they laughed at her pain
But I divert again
Why am I talking about a girl
In high school
In a poem about a train
11:46 PM The train stopped at Washington station
The driver collected his fares
And people shared current events
And engaged in Political Conversation
12:10 Jackie sat in the office
pleaded for a transfer
From the school administration
“They are going to kill me she pleaded.”
12:20 The Vice Principal says,
Absolutely“No more transfers.
Running is not the answer
You have to learn how to solve them.
Ma'am maybe you are the problem..”
Jackie’s Foster mom never made the meeting
From ten feet away
You could hear her heart beating
It took two therapist and a nurse
To stop her from crying
The Principal told her
“You have to understand we’re trying.”
Jackie ran out the door
A mile away
The Train reached Jefferson station at 12:34
Eight passengers entered, then six more
They grabbed their packages, their Wall Street Journals
Their Prada, their Christian Diors
12:48 Jackie stood on the Platform
Of the Train station
Trying to weigh her worth
Pressing rewind on all the hurt
Then Play In the cinema of her eyes
The Therapist, the judges voices
All the promises, all the lies
She was all alone and
She just wanted to
Get on the train and go home
From a hundred yards away
Jackie saw her TRAIN
They exchanged glances
Like Bogart and Bacall
Like Whitney and Costner
Like a scene from the Oscars
And all she needed was one dance
She walked onto the tracks
Refusing to look back
And the dance was sublime
The Train put his arms around her
And promised to have her home on time
And then the music breached
The breaks of the TRAIN screeched
The driver of the train only saw the back pack
He hit the breaks as fast as he could…
He tried to react
The Hamlet book leaped from her backpack
And lay open on the edge of the track
Under the blood on the pages
An irony of the ages
As tragic as Hamlet on his final stage
“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing
That I will more willingly part withal:
except my life, except my life, except my life.”
Poet Michael Ellis
poetmichaelellis.com
Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Cyndi MacMillan | Details
HEROES
Near somber guards, units of children heap
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.
Firefighters bow heads in silent paean,
while polished trucks stand at attention.
Families have again answered the call
to attend this festival, so uncommon.
Here, laughter rings around the memorial
for exuberance must never be doused,
Gloriously wrought, a sculpture of angels
commiserates with each mourning house.
You say, I see valor in lives that inspire.
I see heroes and their lines of fire.
*For Craig
NEW DALI
Surreal, the way a contortionist knots
himself as the escape artist breaks free.
Uptown, buskers beckon with what-naughts,
drawing thousands. Candyland, sighs New-Dali
at its epicenter, his true element,
and he takes it in: the sword swallower,
blindfolds, jugglers, clowns miming laments,
fire-fed gals, stilted-men and tots taller
on shoulders. This carnival can endear,
turn heads, but only one with a seer-heart
studies the music box dancer, then swears
that she spins perfect webs with street-smarts.
Mirroring that swivel, awed by his entourage,
He becomes centrum to his own collage.
*For Chan, fully alive in Heaven.
SNIPPETS
Your brows are up. The Princess Cinema
is not your choice. C'mon, I don't fit here,
you snort. You, with all your charisma
and kindness, stand in a short line, fearing
boredom or worse ... pretense. Promise me,
that we aren't about to wallow through
subtitles, you sigh. Give me clarity,
a story, something that I can relate to.
But the charm catches you by surprise,
a star-struck atmosphere, the seats are new
and the popcorn is still warm. Friendly eyes
laugh, then amusement streams from you
for these Global TV spots simply delight
like each snippet that you joyfully write.
*For Andrea
TARTANS
There be Scots as farrrrrr as the eye can see.
Brawn calves and bright kilts delight lasses
while pipers swagger out of the pub, tipsy.
Your smile broadens as a caber is tossed
end over end. Then, across the glen, highland
dancers in ghillies beckon with hearty flings.
Auch, it’s hot yet heather dare no’ wilt. Clans
gather, roguishly rib each other, as wool spins
in wheels. Aye, the romance can fair overwhelm
e’en the sensible. Worse for we, the fanciful.
Come, here’s the tea tent. Let soft fiddles calm
as we nibble oatcakes. Tartans and tunes pull
heartstrings. We sit raptly, lost in Brigadoon,
put pen to napkin to let wee thistles bloom.
* For Francine
TESTIMONIALS
Rustling maples break vows of silence,
naturally. As pleased, spears of hyacinth
worship breezes with such soft reverence
that we give pause in this living labyrinth.
Nothing here is still; wood thrush reverb
good news and cicadas buzz testimonials.
Nearby, a creek mumbles, Word-Word
while squirrels glorify their bounty. All
is abuzz with joy, save for the shade
under a weathered cross; it’s emptiness
resurrects veneration. A butterfly wades
the sudden hush, lands on your hand, nests.
My friend, you lift it to wood, sympathizing
on bent knee, speechlessly evangelizing.
*For Brian
ON THE FRINGE
Your eyes drink the hues of the Shisha Lounge:
art on walls, art brewing over charcoal.
This coffee ceremony is on the fringe,
far from the pallid and staid. I’ve marveled
at these dear blends, how culture can transcend
barriers and ignorance. We order too much.
Tibsy, zignie, timtimo.. injera bends
to each spiced delicacy as our plates touch.
Gone is this haven where pleasure was shared.
Still, I’ll bring you there. Scribe, man of integrity,
sit with me. Exhale poetry. Imbibe tribal air.
Mine, this moment and mine, this memory
but that mystifying brew, that receptive floor,
the smoke refined by deep respect… each are yours.
*For my cuz, Scribe
SUMMERLAND
A warbling vireo hops from oak to elm.
Your gaze wanders, too. This amphitheater
hosts the lyrical, almost overwhelms,
for beyond the mill ruins, the Grand River
is deep in thought, reflecting. It’s as though myth
lives; Summerland has come to the hillside
where weathered fieldstones beguile the impish
to dance. They do or else tin flutes will chide.
Though cozy the spot, the world's at our feet.
Tanned toes can not help but tap. Strong is the lure
of pipes and those songs that dulcimers keep.
When night softly falls, one group brings rapture.
They sing until stars tire and all are hoarse
like poets rousing words to supplicate verse.
*For Carrie
WORD ON THE STREET, 2009
Pure pageantry, how publishers' banners
wave over tents. Flocks of readers graze
on glossy trades, leaflets, hardcovers,
chapbooks. My friend, a true gent, stays
his ground. Maybe, it is the press of page;
Its forthright weave petitions for slants,
favors unique fonts, yet gilds no edge,
sees no need for illustration, just verdant
language. I did not intend to read
over his shoulder. He grins good-naturedly,
tweed makes an allowance. Each line, poetry,
he praises and I still my chatter. We feed
on gems, unrushed, but their brilliance spurs
a verbose woman and a man of his word.
*For David
Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2014
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