aerithluva69
01-05-2005, 02:35 PM
...and I did. These are a few poems I wrote. Be aware they ramble a bit at points and one was originally a song
Figure It Out
Blind my eyes,
To what's happening,
All around me people crying,
Nightmare screams,
Destructive dreams,
Damaging drugs,
That make you better,
Crimson blood,
Shed with each letter,
Kill the people,
That improve our lives,
We're moving backwards,
They're telling you lies,
Belief is kind,
But does you no good,
But no-one knows,
'Cause no-one could.
Dream away,
And every day,
Your lifestyles fade,
And your world degrades,
Can you figure it out?
Starved
All the time,
I think that I deserve,
You,
Is the time,
I think my mind is curved,
From you,
And I think that all I ever say,
Would be "hello" and "bye",
To you,
And I wonder if ever,
You should think of me,
And maybe you don't deserve,
What you've got,
Or what you had,
And nothin' you ever had,
Is worth my love,
And if you can't,
See what I can,
Then I think,
That I don't need you,
But in all,
There's nothing in this world,
That means what you do,
To me,
And I'm starved,
Of the love I need,
From you.
The House
The dark, dank rooms,
The high walls,
The feelings of gloom,
I feel as if I can't express,
What I want to,
What I want you to know,
The doors that won't open,
The floors,
Warped and broken,
I feel as if I want to cry,
What I want to do is,
I want to smile,
The broken window paynes,
The dusty furniture,
The musty smells,
There's no way I feel,
I can tell,
What I want to do,
The blood sweat and tears,
That went into building this house,
And look at it now,
I feel so sad,
I need to cry,
Need to feel,
Need to try,
The crumbling roof,
The creaking stairs,
The faded stained walls,
This used to be so beautiful,
Now it's Just,
My mind.
Feel
I want to steal the pain,
That hangs inside of you,
It should be my pain,
Dream of life without me,
Scream, you must scream,
I can help you with your dreams,
That you feel deep inside,
Dreams of nothingness,
Dreams you can't take,
Some call them nightmares.
Help me to help you,
Dream of something real,
Dream,
Of what you can't feel,
For me,
The love inside is real.
Bloody Rivers
Bloody rivers run,
Through forests of black,
The darkness in shades of beauty,
Lacks,
The light it needs,
To thrive,
To feed,
Nothin' is wrong that I can fix,
Nothin' is right,
When you're alone so long,
Bloody rivers run,
Filling fields with red,
The sun glistening down,
On millions dead,
Flax,
The fields so golden,
Love flowing out to hide in hate,
Of you,
And nothing glistens anymore,
It never rains but it really never pours,
Something is not right in my world,
Bloody rivers run,
Through Skies of blue,
Filling fluffy Clouds,
With the crimson colours,
Sinking the hearts,
Of our joy filled brothers,
Disgusting them with all they fear,
Surprising them with everything here.
Well there you go. All criticism welcome, be brutally honest. I appreciate any feedback. =)
Figure It Out
Blind my eyes,
To what's happening,
All around me people crying,
Nightmare screams,
Destructive dreams,
Damaging drugs,
That make you better,
Crimson blood,
Shed with each letter,
Kill the people,
That improve our lives,
We're moving backwards,
They're telling you lies,
Belief is kind,
But does you no good,
But no-one knows,
'Cause no-one could.
Dream away,
And every day,
Your lifestyles fade,
And your world degrades,
Can you figure it out?
Starved
All the time,
I think that I deserve,
You,
Is the time,
I think my mind is curved,
From you,
And I think that all I ever say,
Would be "hello" and "bye",
To you,
And I wonder if ever,
You should think of me,
And maybe you don't deserve,
What you've got,
Or what you had,
And nothin' you ever had,
Is worth my love,
And if you can't,
See what I can,
Then I think,
That I don't need you,
But in all,
There's nothing in this world,
That means what you do,
To me,
And I'm starved,
Of the love I need,
From you.
The House
The dark, dank rooms,
The high walls,
The feelings of gloom,
I feel as if I can't express,
What I want to,
What I want you to know,
The doors that won't open,
The floors,
Warped and broken,
I feel as if I want to cry,
What I want to do is,
I want to smile,
The broken window paynes,
The dusty furniture,
The musty smells,
There's no way I feel,
I can tell,
What I want to do,
The blood sweat and tears,
That went into building this house,
And look at it now,
I feel so sad,
I need to cry,
Need to feel,
Need to try,
The crumbling roof,
The creaking stairs,
The faded stained walls,
This used to be so beautiful,
Now it's Just,
My mind.
Feel
I want to steal the pain,
That hangs inside of you,
It should be my pain,
Dream of life without me,
Scream, you must scream,
I can help you with your dreams,
That you feel deep inside,
Dreams of nothingness,
Dreams you can't take,
Some call them nightmares.
Help me to help you,
Dream of something real,
Dream,
Of what you can't feel,
For me,
The love inside is real.
Bloody Rivers
Bloody rivers run,
Through forests of black,
The darkness in shades of beauty,
Lacks,
The light it needs,
To thrive,
To feed,
Nothin' is wrong that I can fix,
Nothin' is right,
When you're alone so long,
Bloody rivers run,
Filling fields with red,
The sun glistening down,
On millions dead,
Flax,
The fields so golden,
Love flowing out to hide in hate,
Of you,
And nothing glistens anymore,
It never rains but it really never pours,
Something is not right in my world,
Bloody rivers run,
Through Skies of blue,
Filling fluffy Clouds,
With the crimson colours,
Sinking the hearts,
Of our joy filled brothers,
Disgusting them with all they fear,
Surprising them with everything here.
Well there you go. All criticism welcome, be brutally honest. I appreciate any feedback. =)