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Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.
It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
All Freedom Is LostWhy don't you take a look around?
See that silence is a lonely sound,
That haunts the echoes of an empty heart.
Is it all falling apart before your blue eyes,
Dismayed at all the damnation you will find?
Why don't you take a look around?
Hear that howl of a manic hound,
That breaks the voices in a vacant mind.
Is it all crumbling down below white skies,
Horrified at all the hate there is in your art?
Why don't you take a look around?
Feel that fear I've so eagerly found,
That steals the lies from a liar's face.
Is it all fading away under your vermillion sighs,
Mortified at all the money you will bleed?
Sick MachineIf you could cut deep into my bearable blood,
Would you see it as a circuitry of veins,
Madly manifesting itself across blackened bones?
But I won't forget when it rains all the pain,
Salivating from scarlet sides of that knife of wood.
If you could slash hard into my subtle skin,
Would you know it to be a mimicry of silicon,
Insanely invigorating itself over mildewed muscles?
But I won't forget when it snows all the blows,
Impacting from emerald edges of that dagger of sin.
If you could claw slowly into my pitiable plastic,
Would you find it more than a secrecy of nerves,
Wildly wasting itself under obliterated organs?
But I won't forget when it hails all the flails,
Singing from crimson curves of those talons of static.
The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?
To struggle through each day's heartache,
With all this stress and strife?
Nobody can answer this fundamental question,
How can we save the lost generation?
Is there meaning of conscious left for me?
To hurtle through every night's sickness,
Without any faith to be free?
Nobody will deny this radical emotion,
Where can we find the lost generation?
Is that suffocation of will ready to die?
To tussle through early morning's hunger,
Without the courage to cry?
Nobody shall crave this political flirtation,
Why can't we rescue the lost generation?
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
Two Sides to Every StoryCan't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if it happens again? | It will never happen again.
How can I call you my friend? | You are my closest friend.
I just want to be happy. | I want you to be happy.
Can I still be me? | Can you accept me?
LiarYour words are woven
Together so carefully
That no one could possibly
Find a single hole in them.
No one can see the emotions you hide,
Or what you really did last night.
No one can see the real you.
No one, but me.
Fake WonderlandA place where you want to breathe,
But you cannot get enough air.
A place that you want to leave,
But you can’t, you are in despair.
Freedom is something I wanted long ago.
They used to tie me up with a rope.
I am packing and now I am ready to go,
To rebuild, to change it all there is no hope.
In lies we have to swim every day,
To love we are not allowed anymore.
Anything you want you are not able to say,
They throw you in a room and lock the door.
A fake wonderland that no one can escape,
If your body is gone, your soul will stay.
The truth they can no longer shape,
They want to throw it to the sea away!
You freed me from this chain,
Now my soul can for a while rest.
I want to love you, but I am insane:
To alter this realm I try my best!
Nightmare, Nightmare!Nightmare, nightmare!
Lost and unaware.
Drowning in my despair.
Look me in the eyes;
tell me this is fair!
Shelter from these dark skies
is impossible to find.
If no one understands,
how can anyone care?
Tears fall as I stare
at my life,
a wasteland so bare.
someone hold me steady!
Help me escape this fate
before it's over;
before it's too late!
Sickness of the mind,
cruel and unkind.
no respite will I find...
Can't you hear the voices singing
of the death knell?
A Heart Worth BreakingTears fell, like drops of glass.
Splashed and shattered.
All we felt went up in smoke.
The only remnants of once-passionate flames.
I still don’t know where we went wrong.
You chose to run, instead of to talk.
I could have – should have? – stopped you.
Instead, I watched you go.
It was you who opened our door.
It’s simply fitting that you were the one to close it.
Locked it up, as tightly as you were able.
Buried the key, as deep inside as you could reach.
I mourn the loss of who you once were.
You, who were my friend above all else.
Yet our situation allowed no salvation.
No redemption, no resolution.
You still walk the roads of my dreams
And twist them to nightmares.
My mind is a graveyard.
Memories of you – the dead.
I wish I could have trusted you
But you’re the blade that cut me deepest.
So tell me, how did it feel?
You finally found a heart worth breaking.
One day ...
We'll find ourselves .
We'll smile , and mean it .
We'll throw away all those issues .
We'll finally 'fit' .
One day ...
We'll be happy .
We'll forget our pain .
We'll find we really do have worth .
We'll find our place .
One day ...
We'll find our strength .
We'll be whole again .
We'll finally find our place .
We'll finally laugh again .
One day ...
We'll see our hearts have healed .
We'll find joy there .
We'll have started over .
We'll finally ....be
... One day .
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mind
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Rise...From the depths of deepest darkness I shall rise,. Again it's a simple three verse poem, but this time it's about someone who's in a good place but they end up falling back to old ways because of outside influences affecting their lifestyle.
Climbing up to embrace the empathy of fiery eyes.
To grace the glory of the golden griffin who gnaws,
For in my heart he hearkens for me to harness him,
As I face the mirror of my own malicious flaws.
From the pits of palest pittance I shall rise,
Ascending up to seize the sympathy of harsh skies.
To bear the burden of the black basilisk who bites,
For in my soul he summons for me to strike him,
As I tear the fabric of my own fallible rites.
From the chasms of cruelest calm I shall rise,
Scaling up to clasp the calamity of acrid cries.
To ease the effort of the emerald eagle who erodes,
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