Lullaby of the Banshee (poem)

I don’t want to spend another moment
In the arms of which will one day let me fall
I don’t want to keep moving forward
Because I know one day we will stall
Please don’t look at me that way
Stop trying to make me smile
For now everything seems so perfect
But it won’t be in a little while
Don’t try to wipe my tears
Just let me cry
Because one day you’ll leave too
And it’s all I will have to fill an empty good-bye
Don’t fill my mind with hope
Please don’t tell me not to fear
I don’t trust in love
Just let me be stuck here
Just go now before it starts to hurt
I already feel it sting
I’ve already said it once before
Happiness my heart does not bring
I want to lock up my own heart
And throw away the key
One day I will mean nothing to you
So leave me to hear the lullaby of the banshee

FLEA (poem)

-_Flea  

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My heart starts to break
My feelings then unfurl
How can you tell me you love me
And then be with another girl
Since I’ve told you I love you
I’ve stood by my word
As time goes by I love you more
To the point where my vision is blurred
Night after night I lay alone
Wishing you were next to me
My desires leave my insides itching
Like an always hungry flea
I wish I could just run to you
And never let you go
But that’s just not possible
A sad truth I’m forced to know
I guess I should let these feelings go
But that’s something I can’t do
Like you, I could be with someone else
But I can’t, because all I want is you

Make Me Believe … You Can’t (poem)

Make Me Believe You

-_MAKE ME BELIEVE… (you can’t)
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Make me believe there’s gold at the end of the rainbow

Make me believe that my smile can make me glow
Make me believe that like the birds, I can fly
Make me believe that there’s such thing as a second try
Make me believe fairies dance in the moonlight
Make me believe everything is finally alright
Make me believe mermaids protect the sea
Make me believe in all the good inside of me
Make me believe I can have tea with a ghost
Make me believe to someone I mean the most
Make me believe that I can be immortal
Make me believe I can walk through the thickest wall
Make me believe it’s possible to heat the coldest stream
Make me believe reality is better than any dream
Make me believe Goblins run with the trees
Make me believe I’m weightless against the breeze
Make me believe I can be happy and it won’t fade
Make me believe there’s no reason to be afraid
Make me believe I can see in the dark
Make me believe it won’t burn if I touch the hottest spark
Make me believe some things never have to end
Make me believe none of this is just pretend
Make me believe gravity is gone and I can float
Make me believe this was worth being wrote
Make me believe there is someone watching me above
Make me believe there is such a thing as true love

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Take your pick from the list, but you won’t achieve
No matter what you do, I simply can’t believe
Now can you see?
you can’t make me..
You can try but you will fail
You can’t make me believe the tale
Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said?
My heart isn’t lost, it’s simply dead

A Sweet Cry (poem)

A Sweet CryA sweet cry I mourn
 

A cry that I will never hear

My arms feel so empty

For the new arrival will never get here

I’ll never see it take it’s first steps

Or call it by a name

I felt that it was in there

And now I don’t feel the same

I’ll never get to see it smile

Or look into it’s beautiful eyes

I’ll never get to sing it to sleep

Or teach it to be wise

I’ll never get to kiss those ten fingers

Or kiss those ten toes

I’ll never get to hear it’s heart beat

Or see how tall it grows

18 years I regretted nothing

And now I want to turn back time

There is only one thing I’d ever change

And It’s all within this rhyme

I am a mother

Of a child that will never be born

I lost my baby

So that sweet cry I mourn

 

 

 

Deplore (poem)

I sit in my room constantly
Unable to close my eyes
I sit here and wonder
How did I fail in all those attempted tries
I guess what people say is true
“Life isn’t fair”
Because the more I try
The more you aren’t there
You say that you are here for me
I have yet to see when
Every time things seem better
Things all fall down again
So here is another poem
This one about my only deplore
I love you so much
But I can’t take it anymore
I feel so neglected
When I see my feelings thrown
How can a house feel like home
When you’re always so alone
How can you say you love me
When you give someone else all your time
And you hurt me so much
That I can put it in a rhyme
The bond we once had
You decided to unfurl
How could you do that
To your only little girl

Contagious (poem)

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I have a morbid sense about me. Often poems are written involving death, or the desire to die. Due to this fact, I believe that some literature is to be rated PG-13

long irrelevant poem to postpone passion

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I CAN SEE (poem)

This poem I also created as a teenager (pretty much all of them are) This one is also slightly morbid (as most of mine are) The inspiration for this poem was based upon a dream I had involving my late aunt.

PG 13

THEY (poem)

I have a slight morbid sense about me.. And due to this fact, I believe some writing is not intended for people under the age of 13

sycophant slave snakes up leg of movie actress dictator

 

slave is someone who does not have authority over their own lives slave is someone subservient controlled dominated by somebody something slave works very hard for little or no pay slave is property of somebody something slave is someone forced to obey

sycophant is someone servile who overly flatters more powerful individual for personal gain sycophant is bootlicker brown-noser fawner flunkey doormat lackey lap-dog yes-men parasite toad-eater (pause reposition) somebody possessed of excessive vanity may cultivate sycophant swarms

side by side they stand clothed in black not quite similar the one slightly taller possibly because the other suffers poor posture perhaps they are related because in odd way they appear alike or of same ilk yet upon closer scrutiny it becomes apparent they have very little or nothing in common the taller one with troubled sad eyes the other smiling obsequiously the taller one more muscular erect from working menial labor the other with curved spine slumped shoulders because of undue bowing and crouching while blowing smoke up other people’s asses

sadist is someone who attains sexual gratification by inflicting physical pain shame to other people sadist is someone who delights in excessive cruelty degradation to others

masochist is someone who achieves sexual pleasure from being hurt humiliated abused dominated punished often self-inflicted masochist is someone who enjoys being harmed misused mistreated ignored by others

sadomasochist is someone who gets sexual gratification by alternately or simultaneously enduring hurt causing pain to somebody else sadomasochist is combination of sadistic masochistic tendencies in someone who obtains sexual pleasure from inflicting submitting to pain cruelty

sycophant slave snakes up leg of movie actress dictator who gains pain through pleasure 2000 miles from equator IED cell phone detonator sycophant dilettante sucks up to sadistic art critic or publishing editor on escalator while below on main floor of shopping mall ice rink figure skater pirouettes bows to nominator surreptitiously bribed by infiltrator mutilator

Another Bad Night

 

I took a sleeping pill last night.. I was tired of tossing and turning all night thinking about you. I wanted to get some sleep finally for a change.. It seemed like a good idea at the time.. Until I fell asleep..

It was there I found you… I wasn’t up all night, tossing and turning, thinking about you. I was passed out, still tossing and turning, dreaming of you..

I used to enjoy those dreams.. I used to want to sleep forever, for it was my only way of being with you..

But I cannot fool myself any longer.. Not even in my sleep…  For when I dream of you I know now that I am dreaming. It’s agony..

I shouldn’t have taken that pill… That dream was taunting.. Mocking me.. Making fun of me.. Showing me a world I long for so bad, a life I would give anything for.. if only you would have me.. But you won’t..

and no matter what I do, no matter how well I know this.. I cannot shake this feeling..  I wanted to wake up so badly.. But I couldn’t… and when I finally did, I woke up here.. Alone and crying..

I love you so much, so much more than you can ever see.. and it still kills me that after all this time I still love you.. I still need you. I still can’t believe you are gone, and I should be fine by now, but I’m not.. How can I be? If I could let myself believe in soul mates, mine would be you… but I cannot let myself believe because I cannot have you..

The funny thing is.. When you read this, I am not even sure if you will know that I am talking about you..  I suffer so much without you, so lost… Trying so hard to keep myself together, but forever being torn without you.. and I don’t even think you realize it.

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