Lovedeath26
Words of Hope
One night on graveyard of the angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying...
Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears...
She was lying on the cold white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate...
Angel stared me, I heard her silent cries,
pale little form on pool of so red blood,
angel, so fragile thing with beautiful eyes,
in rage I cried, volgende who dies will be god...
I took angel on my arms, kissed, loved, hold her near,
gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear,
god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear...
, I see mirrors of madness..
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My Eyes
I stare to the madness, I see just my pain,
it staring me back, drowning me in the sadness...
My tears flow, blinding me, just for vain,
for no reason, my mind falling to the emptiness...
I stare in the mirror, once again,
I see my eyes, I see mirrors of madness..
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I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red hart-, hart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two door fours and glue,
but even a home pagina
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a uithangbord
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
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Follow my tears down the road
You’ll find me somewhere at the end
Where all hope is faded
Happiness is overrated
Down the road
You’ll look and see
Everything I used to be
Scattered around
Battered up
Wasted
And fucked up
Don’t look down
Don’t look up
It can’t be avoided forever
The proof is all around
Down the road
You’ll look and see
Everything I used to be
Scattered around
Battered up
Wasted
And fucked up
I tried to turn around
But theres too many mess ups I’d have to re visit
I rather keep walking
Hope it leads to somewhere better
Somewhere…
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Just forget my face
u look at me like u love me but I see that u dont. u look at me like something u need. But I know its all a lie. If u really love me, when I turn around u will stab me in the back and let me die
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My happy place
I wake up in a dark cold room. It takes me a few minuten to grasp that this is my room. I wait for some one to come and get me but nothing. No email, no text, no call, not anything. It looks like every one has forgotten me for today. I decide to go to the volgende room, it is the same room as before. I keep running through all the rooms but they are all the same. At one point I see a TV. with two buttons under it. One says gun and the other poison. I hit the gun button under the TV it shows were it is. It is on the tafel, tabel in the volgende room. I put the gun to my head and I cock it. At that point I realize that I am like a lab rat being poked and being cut to see what makes me tick. I think of all the people who love me, my family, they don’t like me they despise me. My friends, phh, what vrienden they are loser’s like me that no one likes. With cut’s on my wrist’s and all dressed in black I pull the trigger, click.
I wake up, the sun is in my face. Maybe volgende time I can have a bullet.
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I’m standing up.
My eyes at shut.
Darkness is around me.
I can feel that their is some one in front of me.
I can feel their breath on me.
I’m afraid to open my eyes.
I can feel their eyes looking in to my soul
I’m afraid of what they will see.
My darkness, my hope, my dreams, my fear, every thing that makes me me.
I open my eyes and I’m looking in the mirror.
I’m afraid of myself.
Is life worth living if u are your own enemy.
I fight with my self every dag and I all ways lose.
I come home pagina bleeding and thinking of death.
I cant wait to death comes and gets me Ill greet it with open arms.
In to then ill just have to hope
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Words of Hope
One night on graveyard of the angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying...
Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears...
She was lying on the cold white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate...
Angel stared me, I heard her silent cries,
pale little form on pool of so red blood,
angel, so fragile thing with beautiful eyes,
in rage I cried, volgende who dies will be god...
I took angel on my arms, kissed, loved, hold her near,
gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear,
god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear...
, I see mirrors of madness..
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My Eyes
I stare to the madness, I see just my pain,
it staring me back, drowning me in the sadness...
My tears flow, blinding me, just for vain,
for no reason, my mind falling to the emptiness...
I stare in the mirror, once again,
I see my eyes, I see mirrors of madness..
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I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red hart-, hart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two door fours and glue,
but even a home pagina
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a uithangbord
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
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Follow my tears down the road
You’ll find me somewhere at the end
Where all hope is faded
Happiness is overrated
Down the road
You’ll look and see
Everything I used to be
Scattered around
Battered up
Wasted
And fucked up
Don’t look down
Don’t look up
It can’t be avoided forever
The proof is all around
Down the road
You’ll look and see
Everything I used to be
Scattered around
Battered up
Wasted
And fucked up
I tried to turn around
But theres too many mess ups I’d have to re visit
I rather keep walking
Hope it leads to somewhere better
Somewhere…
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Just forget my face
u look at me like u love me but I see that u dont. u look at me like something u need. But I know its all a lie. If u really love me, when I turn around u will stab me in the back and let me die
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My happy place
I wake up in a dark cold room. It takes me a few minuten to grasp that this is my room. I wait for some one to come and get me but nothing. No email, no text, no call, not anything. It looks like every one has forgotten me for today. I decide to go to the volgende room, it is the same room as before. I keep running through all the rooms but they are all the same. At one point I see a TV. with two buttons under it. One says gun and the other poison. I hit the gun button under the TV it shows were it is. It is on the tafel, tabel in the volgende room. I put the gun to my head and I cock it. At that point I realize that I am like a lab rat being poked and being cut to see what makes me tick. I think of all the people who love me, my family, they don’t like me they despise me. My friends, phh, what vrienden they are loser’s like me that no one likes. With cut’s on my wrist’s and all dressed in black I pull the trigger, click.
I wake up, the sun is in my face. Maybe volgende time I can have a bullet.
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I’m standing up.
My eyes at shut.
Darkness is around me.
I can feel that their is some one in front of me.
I can feel their breath on me.
I’m afraid to open my eyes.
I can feel their eyes looking in to my soul
I’m afraid of what they will see.
My darkness, my hope, my dreams, my fear, every thing that makes me me.
I open my eyes and I’m looking in the mirror.
I’m afraid of myself.
Is life worth living if u are your own enemy.
I fight with my self every dag and I all ways lose.
I come home pagina bleeding and thinking of death.
I cant wait to death comes and gets me Ill greet it with open arms.
In to then ill just have to hope
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A special world for u and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your hart-, hart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
As u know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and schapen (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, of mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, struik, bush ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the struik, bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", u know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the struik, bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", u know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
some amature suff
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But meer dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see u someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But meer dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see u someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired door sightless eye.
Words tainted, door the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do u guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired door sightless eye.
Words tainted, door the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do u guys think?
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, u know, money can't buy happiness and if u try to buy it your being ripped off... of something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do u think?
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry home pagina and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry home pagina and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.