The opposition of love is to hate, for the sake of life for life is to create.only to debate a crushing blow to your everyday life, a moment I the night, for what's life worth, only to sleep like the birth of a child, in a world gone wild. The simmering lives of wives who dispise their husbands, may life stays above them, when love turns tragicly, mysteriously uncommitted, the submission of love has been uninvited, delighted by the nature of life, only to live as plants, only to stand like ants. The proposition of what's inside me is not to be taking forgranted, my life stood slanted, on this planet called earth, for may the sun rise on top of the moon, in a life of hurt. So may I feel pain in the shadows of the darkness, defined by evil, no place to live for life to be equal, the last sequel to surrender to god for life is hard. Only live inside of me, I challenge myself to be, one with dignaty and pride, to be ashamed with everything to hide, only to disgusied, what's deep inside, may live through great tragedy, the anatomy of me, only deep inside may my life is meant to be.
Categories:
tragicly, angel, anxiety, bible, blessing,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Two years have past
time flys by so fast
this pains still strong
and your still gone
i miss you still
this feelings unreal
i need you here
but your not comming back
my sadness grows
as days come and go
im stuck here alone
with nothing but memories
how can this be
that you were taken from me
you left so tragicly
it hurts me so bad
just to know that my tears
have been falling for years
i remember the day
the world took you away
coming back from the mall
thats when i got the call
you died at the sight
i cryed the whole night
when sebastian is said
memories fill in my head
they remind me that your dead
and that your never coming back
when i saw you i couldnt believe
i kept watching your chest waiting for you to breath
but nothing moved and i knew it was true
that now you were taken from me too.
-Spencer Coggsdale R.I.P ROXANNE LYNNETTE VELA
Categories:
tragicly, death, depression, devotion, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
All these brilliantly shining currents
Of memories
Of words.
Of memories
Like waterfalls gushing out the earthen vessel.
A tragicly equipped troubadour tantalized
By living, at the movies,
Nodding just so.
Dangling above it all nearly.
The vision is almost pristine
The way the muses' hand stroked cross wise.
With every notion of that mysterious pen,
Horizons appeared
breeding for purity.
Creating direction!
The stammering presence of
His voice conquered worlds,
Til the ink became blood;
The precious muse poisoning 'til the pen was like a needle crawling
Over the skin of existence;
Leaving an honest, filthy trail
of bruised dreams.
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march 23,2010
Categories:
tragicly, nostalgia
Form: Free verse
To the end my friend!--- Caesar says
My lord this is as far as we go, --- Brutus says
To the end my friend!!! --- Caesar yells
This is as far as we go --- Brutus whispers
When the east meets the west,
And the beast meets the best,
When every issue is well addressed,
There still stands a test,
Friends become unholy angels,
Family member exist as strangers,
TO THE END MY FRIEND!!!!
When the storm sings,
We'll see the envious ones concern brings,
In the mist of things,
Seems like the fist for things,
Words are precious,
Put your hands together,
And see how far trust can stretch us,
I am your blood, your, Adam, your Eve,
Excuse me madame, excuse me please,
Pleasure is hate,
When treasure is confiscated to soon or late,
In my palms I hold your hope,
Tragicly my necks rope,
A bar of murderous soap,
I am Caesar,
Cry with me mother,
I am Caesar,
Die with me brother,
To the end my friend,
My lord this is as far as we go
Categories:
tragicly, mystery, people, sad, song-time,
Form: Free verse
tragicly i trace my steps
in this i wept and wept
there is only one way
and only one thing to say.
i plead with rodan
his thinker sits still
thinking of humanity
as i lose my sanity.
here i sit thinking too
weary and strained to listen
the wind whips by me
and off toward the sea.
plead for me my Rodan statue
as you have done for years
sit and think upon my fate
before its everlastingly too late.
tragicly i trace my steps
in this i wept and wept
there is only one way
and only one thing to say.
Categories:
tragicly, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?