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AddictionA smile spreads across my face,
As the sounds vibrate in my head
Dance in my thoughts,
Flow through my mind.
A whole world is painted in my mind
As the words combine with their notes,
Colours racing behind my eyes,
Spinning, jumping, whirling…
How can I end this world inside me,
How can I stop before the final crescendo,
A wave of bliss racing, growing
Before it fades into the distance.
More, more, again, again!
I cannot stop, not now, not ever!
Don't speak to me now,
Leave me alone!
When I feel depressed,
It lightens my day,
And when it stops
I can't help but yearn for more.
What else is an addiction,
But that inextinguishable hunger,
That fixation on this feeling,
That never-fading desire for more?
My object of addiction may not be
Some strange grass I burn in my hands.
But, to me, it does just fine:
This is my obsession.
My music is my drug
SorrowRun, run, cling to your life!
Race from the past and escape from the future,
Fly towards the setting sun…
And think only of her.
Let the rain wash away your memories,
Let the wind blow away your despair,
Let nature replace your home…
And remember her last moments.
See only her eyes, as they swim in tears,
See only her hands, dyed in blood.
Recall the day that broke your heart
And shattered your dreams.
And then, when your lungs burn,
When your eyes have no more tears to shed,
When you’ve raced destiny and battled sorrow,
Slow your pace, and calm your heart.
Turn back, to embrace your past and welcome the future,
To release your grief and let go of your pain,
To return to your life, to accept your fate,
And to adopt hope for what is to come.
By Christmas...It's a miracle that I survive,
Stepping out of my hole towards you
Over the corpses of friend and foe alike.
Are you as sick of this as I am?
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother and child,
Holy infant so tender and mild…
"By Christmas it will all be over"
Or so we believed as we entered this hell.
But tonight's that holy night of December
And the torture has only just begun.
Leise rieselt der Schnee,
Still und starr ruht der See,
Weihnachtlich glänzet der Wald,
Freue dich, 's Christkind kommt bald…
What mattered just this morning
Is of no importance now.
Whether you're English, German or French,
Come join me, pray for better days.
Ah! Quel grand mystère!
Dieu se fait enfant.
Il descend sur terre,
Lui, le tout-puissant…
See the child on that picture?
It's her first Christmas this year.
But daddy won't be home tonight.
Maybe I'll never return…
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother
ExcusesAs I rise from my grave,
The place you had thought of
As my eternal resting place,
I see you turn pale with shock
Mumbling inextinguishable words.
Excuses flowing out of your mouth
As a river races
To leave behind the mountain
That gifted him with life.
Because you know the question
That rules my mind and heart,
That forces me to return
To the cold, bloody world
That I thought I'd left forever.
Was the fight worth my death?
Mine, and all those others,
Whose corpses still scatter the fields,
Unrecognizable skulls and bones
Soon to be buried without a name.
Of course, you answer,
Not once meeting my eyes.
The fight was important
To reach the aim, that big aim
We all struggled to reach.
Tell me, what aim? I ask
With an ironic, deathly smile
For we both know the truth:
There was no aim but war,
No aim but death and blood
Caused by revenge and hatred,
Feelings of those who never once
Stepped onto the battlefields.
Again your mouth opens,
Moving to your excuses,
Words that I don't want to he
No DifferentWhy do you stare at me with those eyes again?
As if I had a contagious disease
You back away as I come near you,
And refuse to shake my offered hand.
What do you see in me when you stare like that?
You look at me as if I was dying,
As if I was beyond your help,
So you might as well not bother trying.
Don't think I am as good as dead!
Rather, picture me like a bird
That tried to touch the clouds, but failed,
And broke its wings as it came back home.
Think of me as a deer, full of life,
That used to roam the woods and chase its friends,
But broke its legs jumping through the trees.
Now I am bound to the help of others.
I may not be able to walk, or jump,
Or run with you, as you live your life.
But my heart beats just like yours does,
And my lungs breathe just as yours do.
I may be bound to chair on wheels,
But my eyes see just as well as yours,
My ears hear exactly what yours hear,
And my brain works just fine, I am not stupid!
Look at me, not past me like all the others do.
I have ears
TreasureI found a treasure on the street,
More precious than anything I ever saw.
He was hiding in the shadows,
Unnoticed by those who never look.
But I saw him, filled with light,
With a heart of gold and calming warmth.
I saw him, hiding in the darkness,
Hoping for some light to reach his eyes.
I knew what he was waiting for,
I knew how he felt, day for day,
Where hope seemed unreachable,
That boy whose life seemed worthless and dark.
I saw the surprise he felt,
When I stopped and reached towards him,
"What are you doing in that corner?
Look around, it's a bright and sunny day!"
Slowly he nodded and stood,
his large eyes finally turned towards the light,
his children's face almost too thin
to hold that rare smile, more precious than a diamond.
But as he stepped towards me
His smile wavered and died,
As doubt invaded his mind,
And happiness seemed just a dream.
"Why would you help me?
I have nothing to give."
I smiled and took his little hand,
Leaving behind the darkness he knew.
"Will you sm
RuinsWe thought that it would last forever,
Praising it would never break,
Now all you see are crumbled stones
Where all past strength today seems fake.
Once our dream of glory had come true,
When this place was filled with life,
The streets were full of laughter
And the houses full of golden light.
Now where formerly we lived and loved
Time has faded all our traces,
And the earth reclaimed what once we took,
While humankind forgot our faces.
But look carefully, search with all your heart,
And you might find a trace of past:
A shard of metal, a piece of stone,
The ruin of a home that lasts.
And faded memory will be remembered,
The forgotten tale retold,
As our city's ruins are uncovered,
And our stories you unfold.
And again out works will matter,
As you marvel at our skill,
And through your books we'll live forever,
As years from now we'll be remembered still.
InvincibleThey say that I can't last much longer,
Grinning as I scream in pain
And laughing as I gasp for air.
But they won't reach their goal.
"Daddy, you'll be back, won't you?"
Her words still echo in my head,
A piece of happiness I keep within.
"Of course, my angel. Sooner than you'd think."
Darkness embraces my consciousness,
And every breath becomes a struggle,
But still I hear her worried voice.
"Promise?" she asks. "Promise." I answer.
And as I lie here on the floor,
Beaten, bloody, and alone,
I feel my heart beating in my chest,
Fighting to fulfill my promise.
"But how can you know?" she calls
As I'm halfway out the door.
I smile as I bend down to hug her.
"for you I'll be invincible."
And though my world is made of pain,
And my blood seems caught on fire,
I draw one breath after another,
And know that I'll return alive.
AliveThey pointed and laughed at her,
Because she smiled between each second,
Because she laughed between each page,
Because she danced between each step.
They laughed, and they stared,
Because they didn’t understand
The jokes she heard in the birds’ songs,
She happiness she found in every note.
They didn’t hear the lullaby
That the wind sang with each breeze,
Or the stories the trees told
With every rustling leave.
The relief at having survived
Yet another night, another day.
The joy at being outside
Of the hospital’s gloomy walls.
They didn’t know the fear
And the sorrow she had suffered,
When her parents had prayed for her,
Prayed for what seemed impossible.
How could they understand?
The spoilt eye turns blind towards
The beauty of the daylight,
And the stillness of each night.
And yet she wondered how they could miss
The warmth within each heartbeat,
The joy between each breath,
The bliss of being alive.
learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencil
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.
i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.
trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.
every release from my
looks like smoke.
i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.
"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.
i imagine a tongue
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
unheard by angel,
my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
through a bright, moonlit summer's eve.
it's clear amongst cloudless skies.
here we travel freely, unafraid,
our souls speak.
no words will ever be enough.
Perfection is an IllusionPerfection is an illusion
As heaven is to Earth,
A painted cloudy paradise
Inspired by human dearth.
Flawless is the pole star
Leading man to fabled land,
Still distant the Polaris
From man's conceited hand.
Yet perfection's only flaw
That it will never know,
Perfection appears resplendent
Draped in fault's shadow.
Death's Lullaby.Life drained from its former passion,
hung on the thin thread of luck.
The rules are simple, comical.
Either you stay still or you die.
Sinking deeper, engulfed in unwrought nigritude.
Slate black faces,
buried inside shadows of hoods,
Bony fingers cruddle grinning sculps,
caressing fear as if it were an infant.
Hollow screams echo eternally like a melody
through unsought caverns.
As Death sang a lullaby.
Take the ChanceTake the Chance
The underrated heart secluded within a shell
Hungers for the components of life others are given.
Others tower above with their mighty limbs, casting down their jeer
Taking for granted what the little heart perceives as dear.
Poor minute heart,
Such banter should make you give up.
The heart, refusal conspicuous,
Perseveres for its aspiration regardless.
The components, how great they are, then encase the shell and fill the heart.
The heart fights persistently against the shell,
Liberating itself from the confinement.
The air, the delightful air, lifts its little leaves as the shell fractures...
The air and the sun...Its first welcome.
Time will pass and come to know
How the heart has fought and seized its chance to grow.
Oh, how the others will abruptly end their mockery.
Oh, how they will all come to see
That even the tiniest and most meek of all lives
Has the potential to become a towering tree.
I choose to dedicate this poem to my best friend, K. E
My BelovedMy Beloved;
If words can keep us together, then this should mean something to you
The tides can wash away the cities, the wind can carry the world away
But nothing as long as we stand together can get in the way of us two
I promise this, each and every time the sun rises with the morning dew
There may be times where we annoy each other, cry and bicker till we pass out
There may be times where we are tested, and brought to our knees
But believe me when I say I will stay true to you, without a doubt
Every promise I've made, every smile I've felt and seen, I have not forgotten
The distance that can separate can be a huge obstacle at times
And that at times, feelings must be put into action more so than words
And these words may not be enough, no, these poets rhymes
Sometimes don't shine through, but the spaces between never last
If words keep us together, then this means something to the both of us
The people can get in the way, anything can try to put us apart
But nothing as long
Revenge Of AdamIt's not the heart that aches,
but rather the heart feels hollow and void.
And with every unwelcomed beat that mocks my acute misery,
the wanted hope for silence is destroyed.
The pain is within my entire core,
straining against the imprisoning cage.
As if the angel of my Adam is avenging the rib I've dishonoured.
pressing down with unforgiving rage.
Suffocating the breath that breathed life to deceitful lies,
is a punishing pressure.
It's a relentless weight that strangles and crushes my insides,
as if wanting the bone to sever.
With the shards from the broken unity;
shall the piercing of my ready heart finally come.
And only then will the avenging angel show mercy,
for Adam's vengeance will be done..
Rocks in Shoes Hurt the MostIt's the little things that embed into the skin that give us the most pain.
The tones and phrases that constitute affection or disapproval.
Slight flick of the tongue to turn a conversation one hundred and eighty degrees.
Bodies speak more than words do, spilling what you really think.
Arms pressed to your sides, toes pointed nowhere, eyes staring at my own toes.
Glance at everything that moves, focusing on everything but me.
Are the tiny blots of black really the windows to the soul?
Can that camera tell me what you’re thinking?
What your eyes notice and concentrate on is the true answer.
Your whole being, each aspect is like a letter on a page.
I just have to drink coffee with you to read you like a book.
But what I want to know is when can I start editing?
her name was never spoken of again.I saw a bird flying in the sky today,
The sky cringed with every beat of her wings.
She was the epitome of strength until one day her wings grew silent,
And she plummeted, plummeted to earth.
I reached out my hand and placed it upon those wings,
They were white and speckled with gold.
This is a special bird, I must not let it die.
So i took her in, this special bird.
She was a kind of dove, but not quite.
She was stubborn at first, always convinced she could fly on her own
She didn't know she would never fly again.
"They clipped your wings, young dove." I said, "The gods clipped your wings."
Her blue eyes stared straight back at me,
And there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she couldn't understand,
The shades of blue seemed to whisper, "Why?"
"Because you flew too high, little one. And even gods experience jealousy."
Never Ending CycleGrey in grey they rush along,
Hopeless, lifeless, old and worn.
And cowering in the corners sit
The poorest of the poorest.
They had no light, no hope, no future,
When suddenly out of the shadows
A lonely voice, soft but stubborn
Begins and new, inspiring song:
Colour fades and flowers die,
They won't re-bloom much as you try.
Forget the old, embrace the new,
And join me in my cheerful tune!
Ignored, unheard the song begins,
But confident it stays,
Singing softly, singing on,
Until another voice joins in.
See the light I will create,
A world of laughter, free of hate!
Join my song and share my desire,
Spread this song as fast as fire!
The movement spreads, the voices grow,
And soon in every shadow dark
The tune is sung and kept alive
And still more voices join the choir.
Old is old and soon forgotten,
This system to the core is rotten!
We want change and want it fast,
Come join us, or this pain will last!
And finally the change begins,
The fire spreads, brings
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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