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HandsI look at my handsHands by *BenHammonds
and wonder aloud
do these look like
the hands of a poet
These hands
once were young
tender and soft
like a kitten when you hold it
Later on in life
these hands grew adept
at writing down my thoughts
gripping the pen as I controlled it
Life allowed these hands
to know the feel of a woman
as I gained her love
and then explored it
And as I look at them now
they are old and worn
for the pursuit of money and a living
I have had to struggle to earn it
But still I sit
and I wonder
do these look like
the hands of a poet
They remember yet
a love
that is
no more
The HolocaustMy mind can't fathom, how this could of possibly happened 80 years ago from this very instant. It disgusts me beyond words, it makes me physically sick and I feel an immense sadness, knowing this is part of human history.The Holocaust by *yours----truly
How can there be people like this, as disturbing as it is to think of, they do still exist, just as they did a few years back. We are the only species that kills our own for nothing other than the self-proclaimed, sanctimonious pieces of shit ––that are so blinded by their own virtuous lapse, they fail to see love.
How could people have been that way, how could they have been so controlled by a notion, how coul
FilledLet me into your heartFilled by *BenHammonds
into your safety zone
I'm here to fill you up
with the joys of life
and the warmth of love
that I have for you
Let me into your space
I've been standing at your gate
waiting patiently
but you wont release the catch
you keep me at a distance
outside of your garden abode
Let me into your soul
for I hold the healing balm
that can secure your mind
and place your emotions
in that happy place
where we all wish to go
Let me into you
gently open up yourself
so that I may enter
with tenderness and passion
saved for you alone
so that you may be filled
Let me in and
I will fill you
until you can hold no more
of all the finest
Epiphanies and alike.The moments when you realise something so raw and real, it triggers an emotional train of thought, new to you. It is like waking up, in your waking life, from a dream segment you thought to be as true as anything else; due to perception. Respect and value it's importance, for it is who you were and what's real–– challenged by experience. Reality splits into what you saw, and what you see, what you felt, and what you feel, what you knew, and what you know.Epiphanies and alike. by *yours----truly
You hear yourself speak, and your own words, cause speculation, interest and satisfaction. Knowledge shows you a path, that always was, but was never tapped into; by you- the ow
Two am.Two am is not a time for lovers, I know this now. Two am is for the lonely. Two am is when the car starts on the third try, when the turning of the engine sounds like a tear in the universe. It is when the road opens up in front of you, bowlegged and bare, and you turn off your headlights to let the night air bleed in.Two am. by ~sirenseranade11
Two am is for jumping the fence and smoking cigarettes on swing sets from your childhood while somewhere in the distance the lost lights of airplanes blink at you, on and off.
Two am is when the traffic lights switch over to flashing amber beams and the memory of your ex-lover's curves burn themselves into your fingertips, in
RisksImages, frozen in time.Risks by ~shaboogamoo
Snapshots of you
Dance through my mind.
Your smile's infectious;
Holding me captive and,
Leaving me defenseless.
My heart pauses when you're near.
Thoughts of you leaving,
Suffocate me with fear.
Whenever we're together
It's pure joy, I'm wishing
The moments into forever.
Whatever this is,
I hope it's not lost,
To false promises.
25/04/2013 2:35 AM.25/04/2013 2:35 AM.25/04/2013 2:35 AM. by *KelaLewis-Morin
I didn’t get the chance to say good night to her before bed.
Instead when I finished writing I planted one on her forehead.
She shudders under the covers and smothers towards me.
The blind smile on her face shows me that she really adorns me.
I place my cheek on her cheek
And my hand on her sleek physique.
My other rests on her chest to feel her heart beat.
She clasps her lips and thrusts her arm over me
As I begin thinking this feels like how it is supposed to be
And how this girl can still inspire me to write poetry.
I lean closer to stare into her fluttering eye lids.
Imagining an occupied hand crafted crib i
| "Out of my own great woe I make my little songs." - Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)(German poet) |
Fate Breathed Me A DreamThe world was breathed into existence by a dreamer. A vision of how life & how people should be, is indeed a dream. I have felt alone in my dream for so long.Never able to picture myself with someone for more than a minuscule moment. Just a moment before that world rang down like a curtain on a show that never spoke to its audience. No redemption. Just an empty clamor of deceit by an actor, whose falsity fervidly rended my looking-glass wonderland & shattered it into shards of a life that slit my faith to ribbons. Yet, despite my shortcomings, my bruised pride and brokenness, grace has sent me the truth my soul thought it would never find: aFate Breathed Me A Dream by ~Karafan-heap
Best Friend or NotI'm talking to you, yes you, the one that's staring at me right nowBest Friend or Not by ~SingerOfTheNight
And I ask you if you remember me
Then, as I expected, you shake your head 'no'
You know, I'm that blonde girl you used to hang around
The one you used to call "Best friend"?
Still nothing? You've got to remember, you left me for my sister
You were my best friend, we used to be so close
Then that summer came, the summer that was more than a bummer
Well, for me anyway
You know, the one where we stopped talking?
Well, it was my fault I guess, I was going through a lot
I wonder if you would have cared
I tried to talk to you again at school, but I guess I was still ups
I triedI tried to count my scars,I tried by ~Dawnmoon13
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
MistakesI'm not sure how to tell you,Mistakes by ~MaestosoMaestro
I was never good with words.
I think that I'll just write it,
I'll put it into verse.
I think it started last year,
No wait it was long before that.
It started when I was a little girl,
When my best friend called me fat.
I didn't think much of it then,
Didn't realise how deep I'd been cut.
I bet she doesn't remember it,
But now I'm in a rut.
That wound was left to fester,
It was left to grow much worse.
I didn't realise how bad it was,
Until the day it burst.
I remember that day so clearly now,
It's burned deep into my mind.
I placed my feet onto the scales,
And feared the thin red line.
It ho
Staring out at the window...Staring out at my window at nightStaring out at the window... by *xXxEmoGothicFairyxXx
thinking about everything
thinking about the past
Staring at the shining stars
calming me
and seeing if i can hear God
But all i hear are random voices in my head
telling me to go die
telling me that i dont belong here
Staring out at the window at night
tears rolling down my face
and crying to myself
The pain deep inside
that no one see
crying for help
No self esteem
no life i want to live
just crying myself to sleep every night
I stare at the window
staring at the stars
hoping to disappear someday some how....
Looking into the mirrorI look into the mirrorLooking into the mirror by *xXxEmoGothicFairyxXx
and see a reflection
of a girl i use to be
A reflection of myself
a reflection i hate
as i fade away into the night
I see ghosts all around
all about the dead
and this darken life i live in
I look into the mirror
and see myself as a hideous human being
a darken life that i live in
Wating to kill
wanting to die
and wanting to feel pain
A life i wasnt suppose to life
a life that shouldnt be here
as i will fade away into the darkness and whisper
"I will disappear soon, so dont care about me anymore!"
DeathWhen i think of deathDeath by *xXxEmoGothicFairyxXx
i believe that i will be in a different life
a life that i want to live
a life that i will love
I believe that my soul will take me
to a better place
a life not like this one
a life not as cruel
When i think of death
i think of being in a different place
where my soul knows the happiness within me
where i will love and never hurt
When i think of death
i believe that i will be gone
to a better place than here
that my soul will take me away
Cause in reality
i live two different lives
my soul
and this actual life
But when i die
i believe that i will be happy
that i will live a different life
than the
Im not perfectIm not perfectIm not perfect by *xXxEmoGothicFairyxXx
i dont try to be
but when it came to you
i always thought of being perfect
I thought i was perfect to you
that i was everything to you
but it turned out
i meant nothing to you at all
Im not perfect
and i am not beauitful
but when it came to you
i believed i tried way to hard
I tried too hard to forgive you
i tried too hard to forget
and in the end
it left me with a miserable life
Im not perfect
and i dont plan to be
but i alway thought of it
each time i said i love you
Im sorry i wasnt good enough
im sorry i wasnt beautiful
and im sorry
that i wasnt perfect, like you wanted me to be
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