Graveyard
Flowers of grey rise from gravelly beds
Where weary travellers rest their heads.
The messengers cannot wake them,
In cloaks of black, they forsake them.
Darkness creeps in growing hours,
In amongst the granite flowers.
Footsteps echo on the ground
Of this forgotten sound.
Love's Devices
And in one look, emotion grows.
What is this that sighs causes?
Why should it make beating hearts tremble so,
When all else but emotion pauses?
And breath baits, waiting Her release.
What name is this that crosses brow?
Why is all that once was peace
Uplifted in some restless row?
And she touches, with gentle fingertips-
What? Potion? This that life offers?
This word that seldom reaches lips,
That often which poetry refers?
And Love sweetly kisses each set.
Why, yet again, the world is heard?
Why, when, of speaking yet,
Two are unassured?
And She takes hands as though given-
What madness is this that Love unfurls?
To what divine end is this driven...
With mere moments... viewed as pearls?
Playing Games
I wish I could find the song that has the words...
For me
I wish I could find the words to write the song...
For me
But I guess I'm clutching blindly in the dark
Hoping for some hope or a bright spark
Wishing you could see to light the way
Wishing for someone who's gone away
And I know.... that it hurt you
And I know... that it made you feel so low
And I know... I wish that I could heal all of your pain
I wish that I could play this game again
Man Doth Hurt Man
Wrap it up in chicken wire,
Check it beats with bullets and fire.
Hold your head high
Still reach up for the sky
Don't think of the pain
Ripping through your skin again.
Don't stumble - "Your heart!
Don't fall apart!
Just keep marching to this drum!
Keep singing, don't hum!"
This tuneless tune
As you shoot for the moon
And miss entirely on purpose.
They don't make a fuss -
"Keep marching! Don't cuss!
Back straight! Head tall!
You're aiming for the fall!"
This is the battle to lose.
This is the life we didn't choose.
It beats beneath the chicken wire.
It's writhing but with some inner fire...
For all is lost now...
For all is lost...
We don't know how...
Imagine the cost...
And with a steady flow,
The blood still burns.
On and on the soldiers go,
Though nothing in them yearns.
Now they only know to fight
Despite this endless night
That seeps in all around their tired forms
And empty, silenced, inner storms.
Man doth hurt man
As only he can
That way they both understand
As they both march in the same band
And if man doth hurt woman?
And with that the soldiers ran...
Sick
Just a little sick of you,
Just a little sick of life,
Just a little sick of everything;
So please don't twist the knife! |
Do Not Let This Moment Pass
Tell me, only if it's true;
Tell me you love me, too.
I won't hurt;
I won't break...
Just shiver
Just shake,
And those moments
May flash in my mind,
And those moments
May help us both find
Some solace in all of this,
Some attempt at earthly bliss.
What should I ask of you?
Hold tight? Stick like glue?
No; these things I cannot say.
I must let you go your own way.
And it would pain me more to know
That, although unloving me, you did not go
Seek one of deserving to this cause
One, whose imperfections, whose flaws,
Would be endearing to your mind
Another of your darling kind.
Tell me this.
Don't wrap your words in cotton.
Speak the truth.
Don't tell me that you've forgotten
The feel of that first kiss.
I know that lie.
I know it well,
And, with a sigh,
I must tell you that,
In that first moment,
I love you still.
That unwavering force,
You cannot kill.
If you do not love me,
Then tell me so.
If you do not love me,
Do not linger, just go.
And see, yet here you stand,
Flowers dried in your hand,
Your lies as dark as glass.
Do not let this moment pass.
I've Been Faking That Everything Is Okay With Every Word I Say, But Nobody Has Noticed...
My heart is beating double time
And I'm lying with every line,
Just to keep safe,
Just to save face.
And I know that if I don't hide my heart,
this pain is going to really smart,
So I'll say the things I don't want to say,
And keep on faking anyway,
Because I can't ask what I want to ask,
Because it is seriously too hard a task.
If only somebody could tell me what to do,
I'm sure then I'd be able to see it through,
Or at least develop some peace of mind,
That without the answer I certainly cannot find.
My heart is in my throat;
I feel like I'm about to choke.
Why can't I just die here?
Why do I have to live in fear?
And I really need to stop to rhyme,
Because this really is not the time.
And my emotions have all gone numb,
And instinct's answered the sum:
With two plus two equals five,
When barely breathing is still alive.
And uni is another problem
When your heart says go to neither of them.
Except Hull is quite okay,
But I still don't want to go anyway!
You see the stress I'm really under?
But I just continue to blunder,
Hoping I can see through rain and thunder
Hiding all the stress I'm under,
Because my tongue is really running
Faster than my heart is thrumming
In this weak chest of mine.
And I keep lying with every line,
Putting this mask in place
Knowing he can't see my face
And all the pain that runs through it
And every line I dig a deeper pit.
If I hide the stalling
And if I'm falling
He won't be able to tell
Because I'll put myself through hell
To spare every thing he's feeling
Though my heart is reeling
From the blood soaking through my chest
Where he shot all the rest
Of my sinking sanity.
And though he didn't plan it, he
Played a bigger part than he could see
Blundering like some stupid kid
To break the heart that is now hid. |
