Poetry

POETRY

The Worlds True End

If there ever is a day which all is at peace,
that is when life as we know it will cease,
things survive in conflict and pain,
making the circle complete again,
for each evil there is light,
for each darkness there is right,
and for each bad there is good,
this brings us all equally understood,
when the balance is tipped,
or the binding is ripped,
the scales fall and smash,
breaking with a giant crash,
we merge to the nothing as we began,
with never existence of any human.

 

To That Which

To love that which was lost,
to buy that which has the most cost,
to hold that which doesn't exist,
to keep that which you missed,
to replace that which is broken,
to dream that which becomes woken,
to remember that which is last,
to move on from a troubled past.

Distracted

Lost where i am up too,
the same as you,
was in the middle of it all,
but came to a stall,
had it all planned out,
now look about,
unable to remember a thing,
since the phones ring,
maybe it will come back,
but still the mind is black.

0618

The crunch came and went,
never knowing what it truly meant,
extended arms to give and hold,
the book is closed so remember it told,
caught underneath with eyes glare,
perhaps its fun to completely share,
never the game played by its rules,
learn by trying then creating fools,
truth is told but seen as a lie,
knowledge is never when we all die.

0616

Ever since the day i met you,
our love slowly grew,
times of tough,
sometimes rough,
but we stayed though it all,
and strong now to never fall,
i will always love you with my heart,
the whole of me from the start,
it covers us deep inside,
even so much we cried,
with smiles and happy faces,
i will promise to take you to these places,
through the thick and thin,
our life together will now begin.

The Brain of Pain

cluttered mind of bruised overheating,
memories of that thought just repeating,
nails clench into the forehead skin,
wanting to dig and pull out whats in,
squeezing pressure builds around,
hissing and buzzing the tension sound,
ready to snap and boiling over the top,
when will these thoughts ever stop,
pushing so much bringing out tears,
then with exhaustion it eventually disappears,
crashing down into a pile on the floor,
never again will this be a pain to ignore.

 

Groups Idle

A gathering of many people it brings,
until the moment an action stings,
a chain reaction starts to explode,
then a leader must carry the load,
in front of it all seeing the fear,
with a hope in mind for it to disappear,
bringing calm to the groups mood,
sitting down to eat some food,
tensions relaxed and back to peace,
wanting future problems to cease,
this is not what we want it to be,
especially for a new member to see.

Error

Error: there has been a problem too,
perhaps it was caused by you,
but how does it know,
by a screen unable to show,
just numbers and letters shit,
makes you wanna hit,
explained so nothing understands,
one line out of many million strands,
switch it off and let it cool,
maybe you have somewhere at tool,
for a while lost all faith and trust,
when all it is just a layer of dust.

0617

I saw it all take place from above,
soaring across over my future love,
with a rescue in mind and knowing what to do,
who ever knew i would end up with you,
swooping down and beating them back,
changing the level of the unfair attack,
showing anger and ability of pain,
while keeping it clear and no sign of strain,
defeating the evils that wanted to take,
she thanked me but it felt like a mistake,
my morals in place i wanted to leave,
but she looked in my eyes to totally believe,
wanting to see the goodness inside,
i couldn't look away with nothing to hide,
she saw a pure heart and good,
as finally now i was understood,
she looked at me and discovered me,
if only the rest of the world could see.

Cranberries

Ŋîῆ: give me a challenge
ἶოძყ: ok
ἶოძყ: cranberries

hmmmm

picked from the tree,
then given to me,
placed in a box,
look like red pebbles or rocks,
kept in the fridge for a while,
because they are not my style,
fermenting rotten and growing hair,
touch one if you dare,
remaining cooled for year,
a rotten touch turns to fear,
take them out during a spring clean,
their freshness remains to be seen,
tossed out before it they begin to stink,
never again will accept them i think.

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