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My love for you is wider than Victoria Lake
And taller than the Empire State
Now, I could give you more than that
So surely you want me back
Is it a crime? Please tell me, if it’s a crime?
That I still want you
And I want you to want me, too
I wake up at night with you on my mind
Your soul passes through mine all the time
When I realize that you’re not in my life
Warm, salty tears flow from my eyes
My life feels pointless without you here
Every night I manage to shed a few tears
I’ve been in love with you for a whole seven years
But I’m “All Cried Out” over you
The thing is, you really have no kind of clue
Though, it’s not hard to see that you don’t really want to
In my world, only you
What would I do for your love?
No, no, no! The question is
What I would not do?
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Cause I’m in a daze, from your love you see
I just had to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can’t let go
Reminiscing to “Have You Ever” by Brandy
I wonder what I gotta do to get you in my arms
What I gotta say to get to your heart
I wish you’d understand how I need you next to me
Trying to figure out why you don’t feel the same
Has got me losing sleep
I mean, I look in your eyes and lose myself
With you I always put my salt on the shelf
Cause I know that together we could be beautiful
But you’re not willing to let your feelings go
With each day, my love for you grows
But, you don’t care, I’m sure
You might just appreciate it in all but, I need more
Cause I wanna “Rock With You”
And maybe “Take It To The Top With You”
I just wanna love you, baby
Always thinking of you daily
When you come my way
You brighten each and everyday
With your sweet smile
You really are my everything
And you truly are my happiness
Something special I see in you
I can’t find in anyone else
You make my life complete
Because of you I can’t sleep
A special part of me
And only you hold that key
Though, I only want the best, it’s true
I can’t believe the things I’m willing to do for you
There’s no need to hold it back anymore
I find there’s nothing I won’t do for your love
“I Keep Holding On”
Cause the love I have for you runs so strong
SO PLEASE REMEMBER THIS FOR ME
When you think you can’t go nowhere
My front door, and love, will always be here
Or when life treats you unkind
Please feel free to drop by anytime
Form:
Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use words repeatedly,
repeat you see,
repeatedly.
We'll use that as the chorus,
it's easy and thoughtless,
lets build a rhyme fortress
with verse summersaultus,
not a word but I don't care,
eating apples grapes and pears,
seeking angles of praise from flair,
story starts now take a chair.
Out in public with clothes removed,
I've had this dream but now it's true,
a dude that's nude and on the move,
without a pube all in plain view,
swing it like a helicopter,
round and round 'til someone stops ya,
grab some weed and party poppers,
run down streets to dart from coppers,
drinking aftershock that shocks ya,
always after the shot has docked ya,
stick your head between some knockers,
wake up thick lipped at the doctors.
(Chorus)
Write it like a conversation,
it might give it a new dimension,
in that last verse you forced the rhyme,
of course that's fine in this rap rhyme,
'cus rap is rhyme it's rhyme they rap,
that is a fact a fact is that,
by it's nature rap is rhyme,
if it reads like a rap then it reads like a rhyme,
does that mean always rhyme is rap,
of course it isn't it's less than that,
now that sounds mean,
what do you mean,
rap rhymes are rhymes and rap,
rhymes just rhyme they're not rap,
well what's this verse then is it rap?
No my friend this verse is crap,
I hope they remember this is a conversation,
they're not reading you lost their attention.
(Chorus)
A third verse now this is long winded,
it's forced and pointless poets cringing,
get back to the story,
now you were knocked out,
yes and I remember nowt,
then what the hell's this rhyme about,
it's like a selfie with lips that pout,
no one cares except the poser,
that means no one notes the nose hair,
wrap this up it's going nowhere,
rap it up like you're a rapper,
this poem keeps on getting crapper,
no one's read as far as here,
in this worse rhyme you've wrote all year,
at least it flows like hip hop songs,
it flows with flow its flow is strong,
to flow like this use words not long,
here's the chorus lets sing along.
(Chorus)
it reads like a hip hop
POTD 17/10/2018
Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary
Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag
vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one grade to the next
how comprehension did lag
attributed to allocating, dag
gone nabbit budgeting, crafting... productive
time usage, plus an affirmative nod,
whereby yours truly did lallygag
evincing object lesson procrastination
study habits shucked off cuz mum did nag
obfuscation regarding illegible note taking
I moost definitely haint gonna brag.
Deplorable curriculum vitae
not hearty and hale
equals pathetic academic performance
now displeases me,
yours truly did wanna fail
no matter parents told me, I got smarts
severe psychological dissonance
affected this male
in retrospect,... a tell tale
sign everyday existence
arduous, horrendous, perilous...
lifelong struggle analogous to quail
caught between cross hairs
tis pointless foregone opportunities... assail
self pointless, hence no surprise
metaphor locked within jail.
Report cards highlighted
plethora weaknesses bred
teachers exhausted markers
especially black red
spent small fortune replacing
regarding this jughead,
who practically proved deficiencies
prevailed within his head
arising and undoubtedly stead
dully contributing living
antisocially he approximated
being gratefully dead.
Search for acceptance during harrow
wing during formative years absolute zero
earning michelin equivalent laughing stock,
where mummified pharaoh
each arose out sarcophagus (cue Thriller -
Michael Jackson), a hero
cash equalling cow Jackson 5 era
before disgraced pedofile,
now keeps company with Nero
roman around within underworld
plus disembodied spirit Clarence Darrow,
who scopes, karaokes,
moonwalks... with monkeys.
Sundry dead souls heave pens, gogol,
and trumpet like Donald duck,
their afterlife I envy mingling sui generis
versus yours truly down on his luck
dismal flying colors
analogous to mire and muck
no man iz an island, yours truly isthmus
squeezing thru narrow passing lane,
this bummer doth aimlessly truck
this late bloomer summoning forth
long suppressed pluck.
If it's meant to be, then it will be
All I know is that I'm done killing myself over a fantasy
The way last year's nightmare,
Can becomes today's reality,
In the blink of an eye,
All under the same sky;
Thinking about it makes me wish to be high,
To forget my feelings and the sorrow they cause me,
Letting them momentarily fade away and die
Thinking about how this is what it has come to,
Brings forth from me a melancholic sigh
I should try showing my feelings the door,
Out of my heart, so that it isn't shattered further,
From a thousand pieces into a million pieces patterning the floor
From this insane rollercoaster of love,
My heart and mind are already sore,
Being optimistic these days,
Feels like a strenuous chore
I just want to feel as light as a feather
Hopelessly waiting for things to get better
Impatiently waiting for the storm to clear away,
Knowing it will leave my heart impervious as clay
There's nothing more left to do or say,
Other than remember how our end was imminent, clear as day
It isn't a crime to flirt,
But the reaction it will bring will only remind me,
That my feelings are worth nothing more than dirt
That doing so is a pointless effort,
Whose result will only get me hurt
Who would've thought I'd be resaving her contact name?
Who would've thought she'd be doing the same?
Who would've thought my love for her would become a beast I had to tame?
Necessitated by her leaving, as suddenly as she came
Before she did though, I knew I was playing a loosing game
Damn, this life is crazy
One minute, there's nothing but bliss and magic
Dwelling in mutual feelings discovered to be platonic,
The next, these feelings are one sided,
At that point, to the owner, they become toxic
I want to say 'there's no such thing as magic'
Preceded by 'If I'm being realistic,'
But; there is, I experienced it firsthand,
And it would be an understatement to simply say it had me ecstatic
It just happened to end, in a way I'd consider tragic
I remember when it did;
In the flow of my thoughts, there was great traffic,
Millions of thoughts honking at each other,
Crashing either into each other,
Or obstacles of confusion and pain
I remember how it felt as though I was going insane
Most of my days after that hardly saw the sun,
Just storms of thunder and rain
Once upon a time
There was a man
Who lost his job
And his home
And his car
And he slept under a tree.
Simpleton that he was,
He never gave thought
To asking the oak's permission.
But the majestic old tree,
Being wise in its great age,
Suffered the unlucky human
To lie there in grateful repose
Between two of its massive,
Outspreading roots.
And there were visitors,
Unseen and unheard
By the man but who,
For their own secret reasons,
Took an interest in him.
So these playful beings
Found a way to indulge
Their sense of mischief
Whilst helping the man
Avoid further calamities
To his person.
The woods where he slept,
You see, were privately kept,
And others like himself would,
On occasion,
Pass close by that spot.
Well, the man was of a mind
To sleep well past the dawn.
But the toilers began
Their day early, so it would
Be only a short march of time
Before their paths
Would finally cross.
So the task at hand
For the imps
Or the elves
Or the ghosties
Or the faeries
Lay in devising clever ways
Of rousing the man
Without ever revealing to him
Their own true nature.
Once, for example, they bounced a
Large, round, feather-light something
Off the side of his sleepy head.
It felt like a giant nerf ball but was
Nowhere to be seen immediately after.
On another occasion, they directed
A friendly little toad
To land with a thud within inches
Of his horizontal face.
But in other instances
They acted more boldly;
Tickling his hair,
Grabbing him by the shoes,
Or yanking on an elbow.
The only time he thought to ignore
Such a silent sort of
"By yore leave, yer slumberin' Grace",
He only just avoided a confrontation
With some early-morning workers.
But Serendipity finally intervened,
And after the passage of a fortnight or so,
This man's situation changed yet again,
And he no longer had to sleep upon the earth.
But a peculiar thing occurred, you see.
Being accustomed to regular attention from
His entertaining unseen guardians,
The man found himself unwilling to return
To the bland comforts of a regular bed.
And thus it was only by
Withdrawing their favors
That they compelled him to
Quit that place for good.
And then, reluctantly, with yet
Further pointless delays,
I finally said my goodbyes
And left that place as I found it.
Why does the Moon think she is obligated to hide her body from the Earth?
Does she not know her revolving mass entrances our eyeballs to her blueish, gray hue?
Doesn't she know that when she shows her entire body we all marvel at her simplistic natural beauty?
How can she expect us to continually pay attention to her when she purposely fools our light, feeble hearts?
She knows us,
She knows how to turn our emotions into her little play trinkets,
Constantly turning our minds into a pathetic mush forcing us to follow her graceful body around,
Does she think it is okay to show only a section of her texture while leaving the rest of her "confined side" in the bleak darkness?
It should not have to take a spotlight for us people too see what is behind the Moon's impenetrable black cloak,
What do you think we are going to do, exclude you from our existence?
Ignore you?
Did you ever think about how we are side by side with each other every night?
Do you think this is going to ruin our already convoluted broken-down relationship?
No matter who you are or who you portray yourself to be,
We are going to have to by you,
You have become such a big part of us that we could not even survive without your presence,
Are we nothing to you?
We realize, yes, you are all the way up there in the sky looking down at us as if you are on the top of this ghostly cast system, rotating around without stress, surrounded by immense amounts of beauty,
and us "below-class people" are down here in the ghettos of our planet mewling and battling each other in pointless wars,
But that does not means you can undermine us just because your feign personality believes she can,
We have to be able to know you,
How can you believe that this is fair?
You have been given the ability to climb the rocky walls of our true personalities and feeling,
But you have cowardly plugged up all your deep craters with ice and darkness,
We just want to see the other true half of your beauty,
We want to dive deep within those dark abuse marks of your's, scoop out the ice, light up a fire and slowly rebuild you into your original perfectly circular self,
Why can't you understand Moon,
We are trying to help you,
Please,
Reveal yourself to us,
Let us refill those beauty marks of your's,
And prove to us you are more than just a gigantic rock.
-Corey Gordon, 14
I open my eyes
Don’t want to wake
I cannot face another day
I sleep as much as possible
Just to waste time
Dreams haunting me relentlessly
I wake crying for the life I once had
Everything seems bleak
No light at the end of the tunnel
No bright future for me
Just misery
Memories of the past
My face laughing
I barely remember it now
Every day is a struggle
I pretend to all I’m ok
I am not of course
Locked within my own dark world
Tears never far
I hate being alive
Being tortured day after day
I sit in the corner
Try not to think
But my brain is in overdrive
Thoughts travel through
At the speed of light
Nothing makes sense
It is all confused
Just jumbled is my mind
In my dark depressed world
The loneliest place you could imagine
It traps me and keeps me its prisoner
Sentenced to a life of pain and agony
Assorted thoughts merge into one
I can’t stand the noise in my head
Not wanting to speak
Fed up having to pretend
I don’t want to worry my family and friends
Some understand
Some don’t
I wish they did
So I don’t have to explain
Sometimes I don’t bother to get dressed
What’s the point?
I never go out
Sometimes I don’t wash
Or even go to the loo
I will sit for hours in pain
Because my bladder is so full
I abuse my body
In more ways than one
I have no respect or desires
I don’t live I just exist from day to day
I deserve it
I believe I deserve to die
Thoughts of taking my life
Drift through my head
I am a burden
A drain on everyone I know
No one will miss me
I am nothing to most
Just a frail frame that cries all the time
If you only knew what my existence is like
The isolation and hopelessness I feel
Fearing no end
Scared to speak the truth
I suspect the doctors know my reality
They learn from books but still don’t get it
Asking stupid questions I refuse to answer
If you only knew how cutting it is
To hear the words “pull yourself together!”
Do you not think I would if I could?
Do you not think I want the same as you?
My heart sinks every time I hear it
And it seems pointless to talk
If only you knew how hard it is
Talking for the sake of it
Pretending to be happy when you’re not
It is tiring
Both pointless and hopeless
Living with this torment night and day
No one understands
No one
All the words you say to me
I can't fathom the meaning behind all of them
I'm hoping you can clearly see
That I'm not the only one struggling with my problem
The problem of falling in love too quickly
The problem of calling on you so passionately
I'm so bewildered beyond belief...
What about you give me some relief?
It has been a while since I last saw you, boo
I thought you adored me to the max so true
I guess all you said to me was lies in deceiving disguise
I suppose I will take a bow and leave before you wave your goodbyes
I must say, I'm surprised that you abandoned me so easily
without hesitation, you shut down and took off without second glance
You betrayed me in many ways and you aren't even slightly guilty
Why didn't you just give me a second chance to enhance your elegance?
I can't fathom this sorrow I've been fewling for a long, long time
You squandered your time with meaningless love crime
You don't understand my side of the story
You won't even listen to me anymore sadly
I guess this is the end of our time together
Maybe it's better that we part our ways forever
Love doesn't last forever unfortunately
To our dismay, it didn't work out frankly
I can't fathom the tears I weep
I can't believe you called me a creep
You really hurt me extremely deep
Sorry won't cover it - I am not sorry
You filled my happy heart with worry
It's a smart idea to let go before I get reduced to fury
You're constantly bothering me
What about you never call me back?
You ignored my one and only plea
You and I were never meant to be and there were so many areas in our relationship that does lack
Potential in passion...
I miss your compassion
You once gave me satisfaction
But, you made your selfish action
Of giving up on me so heartlessly
I can't even fathom the way I feel as of right now actually
Now, I must retrace my steps of innwe success
I have endured this pain in my heart in excess
Believe me please -
I can't fathom the pointless, ungenuine peace that you left me with...making my heart pound with unease
I can't fathom
This feeling that leaves me numb
What have I become?
Yeah, I haven't a clue anymore
I can't stop thinking of the words you ysed to say -
The words that I simply adore
I can't fathom the dilemmas you put me through today
Its cold, clouds grey, no sun to guide me,
hands search for the missing eye that has long since past.
I hear them bicker and curse, do you know what they are?
Slimy slurping dripping muck, the snow has gone, but left my
world with black soot earth.
These creatures seem to thrive on it, thrive on my shallow pit
of existence.
I gather myself, I crack my knees as I bend to pick a limb,
what should go first? Of course my feet to carry me.
With such effort for a pointless quest I begin to think that
there is nothing but death scraping at my neck, hinting at
my demise.
Ages since my trumpets call, they call me home from a
nightmare of cry's and vomit.
My mind begins to flash with imagery beyond comparison,
a child I see inside my heart, is naked, blind, sick and pale,
OH GOD!! Where is the source for this madness.
I have gathered my pieces and attempt to walk, but see
that I have gathered more than my own share of flesh, there
are those that belong to men,the men thats beneath the soil,
the creatures are red inside my nails.
My color is that of a ruby stone, as cold as one and as hard
no doubt.
CRACK! BANG! Lighting and sound rip through the sky, this sound
is not of guns or drums.
The dark sky is fat with victory, it spues out its fill upon me, it washes
my world around me only to reveal my horror.
My comrade, my friends, my enemy's and alas, the child of whom gave
such sadness.
Did I die too? Looking at my broken self, was I tricked to war, yes, this was it,
the price to pay, to pay the earth for its company, it seems we were guests that
outstayed our welcome.
Ha! If we were ever welcomed, I don't think invasion is the same.
So clear now, the rain making sense of it all.
My knees don't crack as I begin to fall.
Cant you see me?I have been killed.
So you can keep your stomach tanks filled.
Thank you all, your prayers are gone.
To feed the horde there victory's won.
Is the memory gone from them?
The world is sane but our race is thin.
Is this world so leaderless?
Mankind is lone, the world is fearless.
Must we die before they see?
No, die but twice before you free.
Do you have the answer?
With blood in hand and gun in holster?
No one has the meaning or an answer to a thing.
Just that they are happy with there life they have to bring.
Lose the clichés of life and love,
no happy ending, no sad ending, no ending at the end at all.
People smile, they don't frown,
people frown, they don't smile;
they curse, they don't listen,
people listen in belief and curse the sky,
when love walks out the door.
Confusing I know.
Poets don't know what the hell is going on.
Writers smoke and never finish a book.
Music is died, the hippies are politicians,
and the past time was never here.
Earth burns slowly,
as wickedness grows quickly,
and greed eats us all alive.
We all die in the end... with no ending at all,
we still go somewhere,
some in the ground,
some in the sky,
some in another.
We all lose,
so don't give up,
don't try either,
don't mope,
don't hope,
don't slouch,
don't feel,
don't cry,
don't laugh,
don't work,
don't drink,
don't smoke,
don't grab ass,
don't stay a virgin,
don't pray to this god,
don't pray to that god,
he's right,
she's a whore,
lost for words, speechless,
full of words, having nothing to say,
politicians win in the end, they always get their way,
to tired to say,
when that day comes,
"I love you."
There is no love between us, never was,
never will be.
You love him, he doesn't love you,
he's with another,
and you're all alone, too dumb to realize,
I was there the whole damn time.
Tired, I am tired,
Lose the Goddamn clichés,
and just die already.
I am tired of losing,
never wining,
always aching,
never smiling,
always frowning,
don't give a damn anymore,
don't give a damn for you,
or him or her,
nobody anymore.
I am not depressed,
you just don't realize what is killing me.
Lose the clichés,
you dumb, little girl,
lose the damn clichés, and work that damn corner,
show some leg,
while I write this poem for you,
pour my heart out for you,
give all my time for you,
lost for words when I'm around you,
all for you,
all for you, all for you,
no girl matters,
no girl counts close to you,
if only you weren't so dumb and stupid to realize
how much I'd give up for you,
how much love I give to you.
They say you're not for me,
but I say no, she's just young and a fool,
yeah, that's right I went there.
A fool, always a fool.
So cut the clichés baby, you don't love him,
and I'll never love you again.
Cry those pointless tears, go ahead, I don't care anymore,
I'm though.
.6.8.2014.
"For that one girl I used to love..."