These are not concerns I wanted
The so many of being alone
Shamed by pseudo-strength I flaunted
Humility weakens my bones
As I child I craved the love
that as a bride I thought I found
One with trust and courage enough
to be away yet stick around
The kind of love that makes you whole,
sets you free and builds you higher
To resonate within your soul
Illuminate the threat of liars
And for a while, by god, you did
From a world away, my soul complete
Now, broken down by the things you hid
This last piece is yours... while it still beats.
One year and three days ago, I left you in the desert
Praying my older-than-me car would make the trip
Gave my companion and dashboard every story I reserved
Told him how I only knew poison after taking a sip
from Hell to Arizona I just wondered which was worse
The odds against new love or lonely life
I wondered if the car or I would likely breakdown first
thinking years from then he'd be a scar or I'd be his wife
my car and soul were beaten and I wondered if he'd care
When we stopped in Bum-Fuck, Arizona for the night
I feared he saw only every sign of shame and wear
and yet he never did let on if I was right
I knew then this
certain shades of rose can blind you
make you someone's new mistake
whenever that old fire finds you
craving answers meant to break
feeling true love grow inside me
struggling for the words to say
pain is not the best at hiding
from eyes half a world away
The difference between alive and living by ms-kilroy, literature
Literature
The difference between alive and living
I looked the world straight in the eye.
You cannot abandon what stays at your side.
Maybe he knew I'd eventually fall.
Yet he created me with a desire to know all.
He knew that the child you held in your arms,
Was sick with desires no words could disarm.
He gave me two parents, two parents too young.
He must have always planned to be the third one.
They kept me safe, they loved me, they learned.
Even when they lost hope, he knew I'd return.
He formed a heart he knew inside and out…
He watched it break and he turned it around.
He saw pain in a life mistaken for granted
He watched as I recovered, flashed-back and ranted
When it
I promised every loving poem to the man I love
Each remark in every line intense with truth
I would never ask for more, he'd always be enough
But then, new love, I wrote one just for you
Just like the man I love, you've taught me so much
Each day together worth a lifetime on my own
Nothing quite as precious as your sweet touch
Feeling the proof that both of us have grown
Just like my lover, I can't wait to see you
I'm blessed because I know that you're the one
And sure, maybe my promise didn't come true
But I've made this one exception for his son
Some poems start for one man
Yet they all end for one that's real
The first brought on the madness
That the second tries to heal
The former haunts my memory
The latter owns my heart
Their only similarity…
Watching me fall apart
the first enjoyed diminishing
but that which hurts me worst
the real madness stems from wishing
that there never was the first…
Eyes closed, I pray the nightmare mistakes me for just a sleeper
For fear my mind cannot resurface if they drag me any deeper
I'm where there are no faithful rescuers, no saviors or redeemers
Just an end by means of genocide, a death for every dreamer
I get so tired of waiting for the fire
for that spark of inspiration to return
My muse thinks I know nothing of desire
and so I strip to show him every burn
I show marks from times I tried to keep him
yet another here, from pushing him away
A glow remains, but I can see it's grown dim
Fading like the scars of begging him to stay
A muse elects to love, destroy or damn you
He's the voice of all his artist has to say
God won't judge me by the things I can do...
Just by the fire I set while he's away
The sunshine smiled upon me
and the voice of warmth said aloud
as the wind's eyes twinkled fondly
"child you have made me proud"
Then I tried to beg with pride intact
so the elements would know
my desperation was no act
but my tears became as snow
the sun melted them quickly
the moisture dense with salt
was making me look sickly
thus causing rain to halt
"child no impersonations
I alone can pour"
then my sad hallucinations
brought on what disturbed me more
The sun was now as fire
and wind's eyes turned to black
so I knew I was in dire
need of time's hands turning back
I cried aloud "help with this choice!"
for once wind h
These are not concerns I wanted
The so many of being alone
Shamed by pseudo-strength I flaunted
Humility weakens my bones
As I child I craved the love
that as a bride I thought I found
One with trust and courage enough
to be away yet stick around
The kind of love that makes you whole,
sets you free and builds you higher
To resonate within your soul
Illuminate the threat of liars
And for a while, by god, you did
From a world away, my soul complete
Now, broken down by the things you hid
This last piece is yours... while it still beats.
One year and three days ago, I left you in the desert
Praying my older-than-me car would make the trip
Gave my companion and dashboard every story I reserved
Told him how I only knew poison after taking a sip
from Hell to Arizona I just wondered which was worse
The odds against new love or lonely life
I wondered if the car or I would likely breakdown first
thinking years from then he'd be a scar or I'd be his wife
my car and soul were beaten and I wondered if he'd care
When we stopped in Bum-Fuck, Arizona for the night
I feared he saw only every sign of shame and wear
and yet he never did let on if I was right
I knew then this
certain shades of rose can blind you
make you someone's new mistake
whenever that old fire finds you
craving answers meant to break
feeling true love grow inside me
struggling for the words to say
pain is not the best at hiding
from eyes half a world away
The difference between alive and living by ms-kilroy, literature
Literature
The difference between alive and living
I looked the world straight in the eye.
You cannot abandon what stays at your side.
Maybe he knew I'd eventually fall.
Yet he created me with a desire to know all.
He knew that the child you held in your arms,
Was sick with desires no words could disarm.
He gave me two parents, two parents too young.
He must have always planned to be the third one.
They kept me safe, they loved me, they learned.
Even when they lost hope, he knew I'd return.
He formed a heart he knew inside and out…
He watched it break and he turned it around.
He saw pain in a life mistaken for granted
He watched as I recovered, flashed-back and ranted
When it
I promised every loving poem to the man I love
Each remark in every line intense with truth
I would never ask for more, he'd always be enough
But then, new love, I wrote one just for you
Just like the man I love, you've taught me so much
Each day together worth a lifetime on my own
Nothing quite as precious as your sweet touch
Feeling the proof that both of us have grown
Just like my lover, I can't wait to see you
I'm blessed because I know that you're the one
And sure, maybe my promise didn't come true
But I've made this one exception for his son
Some poems start for one man
Yet they all end for one that's real
The first brought on the madness
That the second tries to heal
The former haunts my memory
The latter owns my heart
Their only similarity…
Watching me fall apart
the first enjoyed diminishing
but that which hurts me worst
the real madness stems from wishing
that there never was the first…
Eyes closed, I pray the nightmare mistakes me for just a sleeper
For fear my mind cannot resurface if they drag me any deeper
I'm where there are no faithful rescuers, no saviors or redeemers
Just an end by means of genocide, a death for every dreamer
I get so tired of waiting for the fire
for that spark of inspiration to return
My muse thinks I know nothing of desire
and so I strip to show him every burn
I show marks from times I tried to keep him
yet another here, from pushing him away
A glow remains, but I can see it's grown dim
Fading like the scars of begging him to stay
A muse elects to love, destroy or damn you
He's the voice of all his artist has to say
God won't judge me by the things I can do...
Just by the fire I set while he's away
The sunshine smiled upon me
and the voice of warmth said aloud
as the wind's eyes twinkled fondly
"child you have made me proud"
Then I tried to beg with pride intact
so the elements would know
my desperation was no act
but my tears became as snow
the sun melted them quickly
the moisture dense with salt
was making me look sickly
thus causing rain to halt
"child no impersonations
I alone can pour"
then my sad hallucinations
brought on what disturbed me more
The sun was now as fire
and wind's eyes turned to black
so I knew I was in dire
need of time's hands turning back
I cried aloud "help with this choice!"
for once wind h
Change And Adaption by XxLiViNgZoMbEexX, literature
Literature
Change And Adaption
Time passes me by,
But has no affect upon me.
Appearing how I appear to you,
Is only how you wish to see me.
I have been here for too many era's I wish to not repeat,
But I cannot leave.
Not without leaving a mark or two,
And that will later be done.
But for now,
I shall go about and continue,
Meeting new faces and enjoying their presence.
Making new enemies,
But not lay a finger upon them.
I have no reason to hate,
But Hate has a reason to hate me.
I have vexed many times,
And filled so many with lies so that I may go freely.
Changing day to day activities,
So that I may blend and be invisible among the rest.
But I, someh
Poetry is her escape
Her key to another world
Her free fall
Her thrill
Her dance in the rain
Her kiss under the stars
Her dance without music
Her laughter
Her spark in the eyes
Her sleep on a cloud
Her bloomed flower
Her dreams
Her adrenalin rush
Her beloved teddy
Her warm summer night
Her pillow
Her favorite song
Her most read book
He trusted friend
Her Adventure
Her safe secret
Her map of her mind
Her key to her heart
Her fascination
Her sun and moon
Her shining stars
Her amazing winter dusk
Her heart
Her poetry is her (way to find herself)
A broken causeway is all that stands,
Since the day I left your hand,
Misdirected hurt and confused claims,
And I only have myself to blame.
As dark as the night my heart does weep,
And the fondest of memories are all I keep,
The days I spent so ignorant to you,
And you were the one who pulled me through.
A shattered dream lies before my feet,
And for you my heart still beats,
A tainted tear lines my cheek,
But your happiness is all I seek.
My first love but not my last,
I'll remember you as you graced my past,
You came to me and when I met you,
Every feeling I had was new.
Time to move on and feel again,
And don't you blame