

The Sirens CallFrom tarnished lips I hear the sirens call Come and join us here In a warped suspended fall A separated world Where nothings ever real It would be absurdThe Sirens Call
To ever have to feel Just take a sip From the devils cup Enter this poisoned paradise We'll hoist you up Where you can dream Your existence away Without any cares Without any pain These are a paradigm Of what you can be These faces suspended Look so familiar to me The sirens call So deliciously intoxicating Please reach out I feel I'm falling So sca


The Great UnknownThese lethal addictionsThe Great Unknown
Need a pacifier Sometimes lead to a cliff Where I stand higher There I look down On the world below If I were to fall Would they really know Just how hard
I have tried to be free But at the end of the day I'm still diseased These weights and fetters That have held me down Are the same ones That could cause me to drown Into the raging sea Lying below this cliff All it would take Is just one slip But instead, I'm gonna spread my wings And attempt to fly Into the fragrant wind Of a we


The ChamberHer memory has been frozen In the sands of time Regarded as frail and weak But a strong fortress it has become Many have attempted To assail this dark castle And have found themselves Held captive as well Inside the chambers of this strong tower Where they watch helplessly As innocent bystandersThe Chamber
While the one they love Is tortured relentlessly
At the hands Of a faceless nameless ghost Who lies breathless And dead Her eyes are fixated and unmovable Thus the object of her torment Never ends Until her eyes are shut Will


The GiftBeautiful black metal wolfe Has sadly lost his way Alone in the forest he travels In search of a brighter day Confusion now surrounds Tears fill his wounded eyes For all the lives he's lostThe Gift
And love so often denied Majestic green forest Suddenly looks so strange With a pain and loss so deep Can he ever feel the same Drowning deep within Everything painted in shades of gray His soul needs to rest A healing place to lay All the forest creatures Begin to gather round Each offer him a gift For his mind to become sound Each gift


wilt thouWilt thou take this single flower For it's all I have to give Except my life, a vessel of love For you, while I will live.wilt thou
Wilt thou take this single promise That I solemn make to you I shall strive to keep thee safe In all the things I do.
Wilt thou take this single kiss Implanted with gentle touch With soft hand upon thy cheek Declare my love as such.
Wilt thou take this single heart To blend it with thine own Each make the other stronger Never more to be alone.
Wilt thou take this single path Walk with me, our l


BoyHe felt winter in the thin black ice that skimmed over ponds and caught in the rattle of bare trees. It was cold and clean and sharp, and reminded him of the Christmas Eve he hid in the root cellar among the pine boughs and turnips to count snowflakes and dream of the end of the world.Boy


Conversation with God IYou got mad at me that day I got high on communion wine and tied your rosary around my hips and told you I could talk to God. I could read the lines on his cheeks right through these calloused palms and I loved how his voice rose up tempered and clear like spring, not thin and waspy like you promised. He called me by name and while his coat was too long for me to see his feet, I knew he did not wear shoes and anger was not his road.Conversation with God I
He took my hand to walk and told me there was no shame in falling with grace &nb
| Ive been writing poetry since I was 14 years old.I really like the poetry Ive read on this site.Honestly the best Ive ever read.I would like some feedback on my own poetry.The poems Ive read here are inspiring new thoughts of my own which is always refreshing. |
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought Id depress you.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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If it's worth having, it won't come easy...
Unfortunately, most people these days don't know how to fight for what they want, and throw away priceless treasures by walking away like cowards.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought Id depress you.
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Elle Evans
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