Post by phoenixwildfire on Sept 10, 2009 23:15:14 GMT -5
I don't write poetry much, so bear with me please XD
my 'poetry' is really more like a very thoughtful and deep prose with a few rhymes thrown in randomly
Restorative jail
Time stands still as she remembers days long past
deaths filling her life until emotions overbear her
How do these things come to be
for someone who never asks for them?
It is a question that still haunts her,
as she looks out the window of her sanctuary
her restorative jail, a small cell in the corner
it looks like an ordinary room,
but it's really much more.
The chair you see by the window
the one as black as night
holds in it stories of sorrow and fright
a small notebook is nestled in a stack of papers
what it holds, the world will never understand.
A lone picture of a young boy,
a boy who could hardly stand
pale blond hair whisps on his head,
a small tube of sustinense his only tie to life
He smiles into the camera, accepting that this is the way
little did we know he would die the next day.
pictures strewn across the floor
telling of images people never see.
a young woman lets her hair down
for the first time in days
finally thinking it will be okay
that this day will be better
that she will get a letter
telling of her friend and how happy he is
but she will never hear from him again,
although she knows it, she still denies it.
She can't help it, it hurts her too much.
the blankets covering the windows
to keep away the world
the mirror leaning against the wall
turned backwards so that it reflects nothing but itself.
She screams with all her might
so that others will hear her and understand
but no one listens
because no one can.
Love
Few people know of love's truth
The people today make it seem fake
As if the world around us is but a memory of past lives.
The meaning of love is varied
Every person on earth having a different description.
But the love that I find truest is that of young love
For it is all that I know.
The love that seems to rip you apart
Until you know naught what to do next.
Confusing you, blinding you,
So that you do not know what to see or believe.
People often shun this love, thinking it naive.
But for me the love that I have discovered
Is lively, wonderfully fierce, and yet calm.
It starts with two friends, both cast away
And begins with them meeting after many days.
With one kiss forcefully taken began this tale
And one kiss happily given gives it detail.
One day after another, the torture takes its toll
As the two lovers are cast off into separate parts of the world
But they long to see each other, if not only in writing
For cupid's arrow has cast these two young spirits in chaos.
The world spins on, as it always does
But when the news comes, time seemingly stops
For a week she waits, knowing naught what will happen
For a week he waits, knowing he must do it.
They meet in a grove, surrounded by trees
They embrace in joy, to see each other’s face
But cannot say what they dreamed would happen on this day.
He stutters and glances, not knowing what to do
She sighs and paces, knowing that she must dare
Dare to be rejected, or dare to be embraced.
She finally says the three words, in a burst of sickly fear
And holds her breath as silence pounds down,
Like a great hammer over them both
He finally speaks, but not in words.
For he strolls over to her and takes his second kiss
Knowing he might live to regret it.
She returns her love, and they spend the day
Basking in sun rays, talking away.
About how they longed to see each other
How it was ironic to know
That they had both loved each other so for so long.
And to this day their love rings true
As love is known as by far too few
The clasp and caress,
The rolling of tides
The emotions beating
The mind's screaming
The day blackening into night
And the peace, tranquility that follows the storm
As the clouds roll away from the sun's bright rays.
Yet again they are cast away
Perhaps to see each other again soon?
But never soon enough, I'm afraid to say
As I watch the waning of the moon
Time passes by with such speed I'm told
As love progresses I feel I'm becoming old.
He knows I must see him, for he feels the same way
The aching and tearing of the heart, day after day
You must know now how desperate love makes the soul
Why some are afraid of its charm and toll.
But here's what I say: there is nothing more
In this entire world, save love and lack of affection.
Some people love, some people hate
It’s human nature to choose one or the other
But let it be known to all the world
I choose love in all its glory and light
Human Instinct
We all try to abide
to the wandering strands of time
the aching feeling of knowing you're slowly,
ever so slowly passing away...
The time that it takes from birth to death is so short,
yet people waste it with petty words
petty words that feed the lies
lies that twist souls and minds
lies that care not who they kill
who they forcibly murder by hate
time kills, it's true to all.
No matter how rich or poor, big or small.
While we live there is little time to waste
and no reason in hell to be weak.
Be strong and survive,
it's human instinct.
Built upon generations of death,
generations of tricks and deciet.
We all feel it, no matter how we deny it,
the aching feeling to belong,
it's human instinct.
But some have overcome their ancestor's fear,
falling from buildings willingly,
stupidly flaunting their body in crime ridden public.
Why bother protecting a society that
promotes starvation, killing for land and justice?
Killing is justice, that is a fact,
but it's crime that keeps us all in balance.
We all wish crime would go,
but if it did, so would human instinct.
Criminals are the closest to primal,
living off the thrill of lies,
obsessing over the love of killing
compulsively loving the way others are naive
to their wiles and hatred of those who are good.
Criminals are created by a society that hates,
and soceity hates them because they're criminals.
We all will always hate each other,
because it's human instinct.
Don't try to hide the fact that you've felt it before,
whether while talking to someone,
or looking at the one you love and craving.
accept instincts, they're part of your heritage,
they're what drives us to survive in a world full of lies,
and keep us from going insane amongst the concrete and smog
few learn to control their insticts
and are viewed by others to be strange and stupid
but when you see,
when you know,
you'll see that they are far ahead of you in time.
my 'poetry' is really more like a very thoughtful and deep prose with a few rhymes thrown in randomly
Restorative jail
Time stands still as she remembers days long past
deaths filling her life until emotions overbear her
How do these things come to be
for someone who never asks for them?
It is a question that still haunts her,
as she looks out the window of her sanctuary
her restorative jail, a small cell in the corner
it looks like an ordinary room,
but it's really much more.
The chair you see by the window
the one as black as night
holds in it stories of sorrow and fright
a small notebook is nestled in a stack of papers
what it holds, the world will never understand.
A lone picture of a young boy,
a boy who could hardly stand
pale blond hair whisps on his head,
a small tube of sustinense his only tie to life
He smiles into the camera, accepting that this is the way
little did we know he would die the next day.
pictures strewn across the floor
telling of images people never see.
a young woman lets her hair down
for the first time in days
finally thinking it will be okay
that this day will be better
that she will get a letter
telling of her friend and how happy he is
but she will never hear from him again,
although she knows it, she still denies it.
She can't help it, it hurts her too much.
the blankets covering the windows
to keep away the world
the mirror leaning against the wall
turned backwards so that it reflects nothing but itself.
She screams with all her might
so that others will hear her and understand
but no one listens
because no one can.
Love
Few people know of love's truth
The people today make it seem fake
As if the world around us is but a memory of past lives.
The meaning of love is varied
Every person on earth having a different description.
But the love that I find truest is that of young love
For it is all that I know.
The love that seems to rip you apart
Until you know naught what to do next.
Confusing you, blinding you,
So that you do not know what to see or believe.
People often shun this love, thinking it naive.
But for me the love that I have discovered
Is lively, wonderfully fierce, and yet calm.
It starts with two friends, both cast away
And begins with them meeting after many days.
With one kiss forcefully taken began this tale
And one kiss happily given gives it detail.
One day after another, the torture takes its toll
As the two lovers are cast off into separate parts of the world
But they long to see each other, if not only in writing
For cupid's arrow has cast these two young spirits in chaos.
The world spins on, as it always does
But when the news comes, time seemingly stops
For a week she waits, knowing naught what will happen
For a week he waits, knowing he must do it.
They meet in a grove, surrounded by trees
They embrace in joy, to see each other’s face
But cannot say what they dreamed would happen on this day.
He stutters and glances, not knowing what to do
She sighs and paces, knowing that she must dare
Dare to be rejected, or dare to be embraced.
She finally says the three words, in a burst of sickly fear
And holds her breath as silence pounds down,
Like a great hammer over them both
He finally speaks, but not in words.
For he strolls over to her and takes his second kiss
Knowing he might live to regret it.
She returns her love, and they spend the day
Basking in sun rays, talking away.
About how they longed to see each other
How it was ironic to know
That they had both loved each other so for so long.
And to this day their love rings true
As love is known as by far too few
The clasp and caress,
The rolling of tides
The emotions beating
The mind's screaming
The day blackening into night
And the peace, tranquility that follows the storm
As the clouds roll away from the sun's bright rays.
Yet again they are cast away
Perhaps to see each other again soon?
But never soon enough, I'm afraid to say
As I watch the waning of the moon
Time passes by with such speed I'm told
As love progresses I feel I'm becoming old.
He knows I must see him, for he feels the same way
The aching and tearing of the heart, day after day
You must know now how desperate love makes the soul
Why some are afraid of its charm and toll.
But here's what I say: there is nothing more
In this entire world, save love and lack of affection.
Some people love, some people hate
It’s human nature to choose one or the other
But let it be known to all the world
I choose love in all its glory and light
Human Instinct
We all try to abide
to the wandering strands of time
the aching feeling of knowing you're slowly,
ever so slowly passing away...
The time that it takes from birth to death is so short,
yet people waste it with petty words
petty words that feed the lies
lies that twist souls and minds
lies that care not who they kill
who they forcibly murder by hate
time kills, it's true to all.
No matter how rich or poor, big or small.
While we live there is little time to waste
and no reason in hell to be weak.
Be strong and survive,
it's human instinct.
Built upon generations of death,
generations of tricks and deciet.
We all feel it, no matter how we deny it,
the aching feeling to belong,
it's human instinct.
But some have overcome their ancestor's fear,
falling from buildings willingly,
stupidly flaunting their body in crime ridden public.
Why bother protecting a society that
promotes starvation, killing for land and justice?
Killing is justice, that is a fact,
but it's crime that keeps us all in balance.
We all wish crime would go,
but if it did, so would human instinct.
Criminals are the closest to primal,
living off the thrill of lies,
obsessing over the love of killing
compulsively loving the way others are naive
to their wiles and hatred of those who are good.
Criminals are created by a society that hates,
and soceity hates them because they're criminals.
We all will always hate each other,
because it's human instinct.
Don't try to hide the fact that you've felt it before,
whether while talking to someone,
or looking at the one you love and craving.
accept instincts, they're part of your heritage,
they're what drives us to survive in a world full of lies,
and keep us from going insane amongst the concrete and smog
few learn to control their insticts
and are viewed by others to be strange and stupid
but when you see,
when you know,
you'll see that they are far ahead of you in time.