KEEP THE TOXIC AWAY
SWEEPING UP MY HEART,
PUTTING THE TOXIC AWAY.
LIVING IN ECSTASY,
KEEPING MY BODY SWAY.
SING MELONCHOLY STRAIN, REMIND ME OF ALL PAINS
MEMORIES OF PAST MAY COME AND GO,
BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN FLOW.
NOW CESTEN MOTIONLESS STILL,
AND MOUNTED UP THE HILL.
MUSIC IN MY HEART AND I DANCE,
KNOW THAT IT WAS NOT BY CHANCE.
Endless thoughts swirl, of that girl with endless ardor,
Without remedy, my spirit slowly fades.
Urging to feel, with fervor growing harder,
This mindset pulling me deeper into shades.
Feelings break down both mind and soul,
Morale crumbles, and you lose control.
Involuntarily, you start to accept,
Anything, just to feel, to reconnect.
Here, in this place, peril finds its home,
Broken, yet standards must not roam.
When this arises, decisions are swayed,
Shrouded in misjudgment, choices betrayed.
Companionships dissolve, like mist in the air,
From kinship to strangers, the pain is unfair.
Misguided attempts to tether and bind,
And misplaced blame, so unkind.
Catalysts cause this rift to grow wide,
But don’t blame yourself, don’t let it slide.
For this separation, don’t let it worsen,
It’s not all yours to bear, not a curse to burden.
Because the sun SETS
is no reason for MELONCHOLY.
The moon comes not to PROTEST,
but to raise heads and make JOLLY.
The moon beckons a host of STARS,
offering us more than enough of LIGHTS.
Together, pleading our cause, releasing from BARS,
and making our pathways bright, retaining our SIGHTS.
And before departing, heaven's hosts remind us of the sun's RISING,
rendering hope, giving cause for new seasons, new reasons for LIFE.
And the sun rises, beams renewal; and afresh, reenables our THRIVING.
Nay, there are friends aplenty, full of life and light, and ever so NICE.
010822PSCtest, Who Am I, Unseeking Seeker. 4p
Rymes in caps.
Thinking of every sad song i ever heard
Meloncholy waves displaying the heaviest words
Knowing daylight will break the spell of my nightmares
No hazy overtones to mask the putrid odor of clean air
Feeling labor of tomorrow, i hide under covers
I sacrificed the warmth of burning trees for a lover
Selfishly, I apologized for those dark days of demons
Cause guilt was eating me alive, like a sin
So I journeyed to distant lands full of splendor
With sad souls remembering last november
We wasted a high for the lost days of peace time
Instead, I was burning my friends with false lines
With the weight of expectations, i sing
Releasing cracked foundations of spring
Those shallow graves we dug, filled with rain
Summer skies whisper “we all feel the same”
One more day tells the story of what we had lost
With serenity, accepting what chaos has cost
Courage to give us the strength to face the truth
Hope for the future with stories of wasted youth
To live with the meloncholy sea I’ve created
The poison designated to seep out of my pores
To know that the blame could never be debated
Residing in the chaos that I created before
The sentancing lead to a cage that I built
Seeing so clearly, what’s left in the wake
I can’t lash my swollen back with pity and guilt
Nobility views the disease rather than coloring it fake
Instead of believing their equations were wrong
I reconciled lies that were shaded by the dark
Piercing my ears were the tones of a siren’s sacrificial song
To honor the weight of the flood over the coward’s lost ark
She stands next to me; the horizon displaced
To hold a sinners hand, and the damage it made
How can I tell her why I fell so far from grace
The strength to save my heart from these urges to fade
If the evidence shows, so above as below
I make a desparate vow to see her truest dawn
Cause she will see me smile where only love will go
Knowing that her muse may be lost, but never gone
Drugs
Falling together
falling apart
So close to heaven
we set to depart
Living the right way
Keeping to the plan
Life is a show
Baby, i truly know
No cash for our salvation
Inhaling tickets for vacation
Dripping desparation of our pores
We need another meloncholy score
She’s a crazy b**ch I know
But so am I; away we go
Lets leave this simple town tonight
Or maybe stay and waste the light
So we breathe together
We breathe apart
Two wrongs in the right way
She way too straight; i’m far too gay
One more idea; and its the best
Lets get real high and make a nest
This life of lies; these honest times
Lets take a smoke and write some lines
By Laura D
October 16, 2016
Staring at the sunrise above the city below
I search to find cause for the things that I know
The laughing, leering faces that line up at the door
The ones that told how to find love from before
Before innocense was lost and eyes lost their glow
Before I found myself, with nowhere to go
Determinated little lies through steel beams; a sunrise
Comprised of dated voices that speak freely and wise
Discarded, is the place where lonley souls embark
Too afraid to witness me; the way I scream at the dark
Its just a meloncholy place I daily lay to waste
The sunrise feeds the last of me; where everyday I find a taste
Happiness, I am long on waiting...
it is all I have left to do as
a paper bird slowly unfolds;
in ink are words that free a
songs fluted throat of heart.
Or a cloud's passing into
a meloncholy cup of rain,
with the weight of thunder
breaking free it's sleeping
and transient persuasions.
Did you not see me there,
dressed in aspiration...
breathing in each and every
breath that beheld my being
in anticipation of your arrival,
My bantum desires expelled
and reduced to a beggar's
hopes of treasured freedom,
I am naked without you, one
single raindrop released.
One lightning bolt, one feather
away from torment I, beneath
the canopy of your absence,
waiting...the thin soil at my feet
feeding my fear of loneliness.
(March 21 2016)
Such a grand memory I set aside,
Passing time in the French bucolic countryside
Passing lazy days away
Sipping sweet, sweet wine.
Lifting spirits, jousting melancholic ways
Experience expunging naivete
The Louvre, or the opera
Blessing a bravura shrine
Seeking serenity, here and now,
I long to stay, this place mine
I’m looking for the world,
But the world isn't looking for me.
I thought I had the answers, sitting by a tree.
Like Newton did when the apple came suddenly.
Everything to me is just a big meloncholy.
I wish I could make myself feel something else.
But instead I just feel like ice that will melt.
Nothing in my life makes any sense what so ever.
I go about life as if I were actually clever.
Nobody cares to listen, whatever.
My words are pointless, and you never cared for better.
I have created a trap in my conscious, stitched like leather.
It's permanent and I feel like I can't change my stormy weather.
I have learned to deal with the reality that was given.
But I refuse to let go of my story, how unfitting.
I am not surprised that I am failing so miserably.
I almost had it all, yes, almost in synchrony.
One piece at a time, like parts of a Christmas tree.
Decorating my life, ever so slowly.
As I see myself in the mirror, so lonely.
I put on a smile and say "forget you, Jeromy."
I was given every opportunity to advance.
But God didn't save me so the Devil took his chance.
And won.
Sometimes smileing is the hardest
thing to do
Knowing what I know, seeing what
they do
Sometimes I think my smiling is the
thing that makes things worse
It"s hard hard to think my smiling is
the cause of my curse
Sometimes I think by divine design
My best plans are twarted
My hopes and dreams would just
unwind
If something was what I wanted
If I could give my smile away
Joy would be disburst
My smile would try to fill the day
With the happiness it rehursed
My smile wants to smile
But instead tears they burst
Tears that come unwillingly
But from a natural birth
Tears that tell the secret
Tears that reviel the fears
Tears of untold sorrows
Tears from all the years
A million and one things
Could be hidden with a smile
Is a smile worth giving
With heart breaking all the while
Who would suspect the smile
The master of deceit
Smiles they go unquestioned
They make the deal compleat
But this day a day I did not choose
A day for my soul to sorrow
Today my smile I will not use
But save it for tommarow
A smile unabused a little less used
Ready for the world
But while this meloncholy stays
My smile will go unfurled
Woman of Valor Original
Oh sweet voluptuous queen
So many night of making love
to thee
Invited the uninvited angels to
weep
Upon your golden breast
You are like a lamp of passion
Your beauty goes deeper than
deep
You are like a friendly morning
bird that sings
With vicious, joyous meloncholy
This is my kiss to your bright
cheek
Cherish it!
In this Folly!
Robert
Timid, bold, foolish, and wise.
Brother of four sister's and two guys.
Lover of music,honesty and great buys.
Who's meloncholy, reflective and glad.
Who fears he doesn't know what to fear.
Who'd like to see Jesus one day.
Resident of Albert Lea, MN
Johnson
THERE LAYS A LONG AND PLAIN ROAD
NOONE KNOWS WHERE IT BOARD
THE SUNRAYS LAID AS A SLIT
CROSSING THE FENCE MY FOOT TOUCHED IT
TIME DOESN’T FIND A PLACE IN MY TRAVEL
MY HEART FELT LIKE I WAS OUT OF HELL
IT’S SPRING TIME AS THE LEAVES FLEE
THE DAUGHTERS OF TREES ARE AT GLEE
THE CUCKOO MADE A MELONCHOLY
WHICH I ENJOYED MYSELF SILENTLY
THERE COMES THE ROAD’S DIVISION
FOR MY MIND TO TAKE A DECISION
THE RIGHT TAKES ME TO LIVE MY PASSION
THE LEFT TAKES ME TO LIVE IN COMPULSION
THE LEFT GIVES MY LIFE A GUARENTEE-BUT
THE RIGHT GIVES MY SOUL A HAPPY TREAT
A GUARENTEED LIFE MAKES ME WEALTHY-BUT
A HAPPY SOUL LIFE MAKES ME HEALTHY
I’M TRUE TO CONSCIENCE BASICALY
AND MAKING UP MY MIND FINALY
I BELIVED MYSELF AND KEPT FAITH
WITH A STRONG HEART I TOOK RIGHT
IT CAME TO LIGHT NOT THE BURDEN
BUT A BEAUTIFULY SPREADED GARDEN
EVERY GRASS IN IT SAID TO ME
IT’S YOUR LIFE,YOU FEEL AND SEE
LISTEN TO YOUR HEART WHAT IT SAYS
BECAUSE IT’S YOU WHO WILL LIVE YOUR DAYS……
A poem is a song that our souls need to sing
Written to the music our emotions bring
The meloncholy tune that our spirit dreads
Cause the words to sing that's inside our heads
Through the poet's quill a poem finds its voice
His paper made a stage for it doesn't have a choice
The poet, just an instrument for the songs to play
His muse writes the words, telling the poet what to say
The poet finds the rhythm through the beat of his heart
While doing his best to perfect his art
The letters all audition while the music is made
Praying to be the star when the song is played
As the meloncholy tune starts to slowly die
The poet knows the ending is now drawing nigh
He lays down his quill that he's held so long
The poet's finally finished with his poet's song
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