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Please do not mock, these words are from the heart and they are my emotions. rambling words the man fallen she glides afterward
Rambling words
Quit speaking, words lost in air Quit yelling, words fallen on deaf ears Quit whispering, words shall hide themselves Quit Rambling, words will cease in the end End of your life, after my last nerve is devoured by your erasable disillustional thoughts spoke aloud have no meaning if they are not wanted regardless. Even if they speak of love, hate, or passion. My rage will start then, after my nerve is cut From then on, till the end of your life Your torture will begin, from my endless wrath of toxic pains given to your soul. So if you don't mind quit speaking all together!
The Man
Pondering a path that strangely turns annoyed by a blister that still burns The boy grew to a man Lost in a world of hate and demons He became the Phnom triumphed over the burning torch of love and tenderness Destroying the realm into a solitaire and desolate place Trapped in his own creation of evil Stuttering in lines of poetry Its his only release from his soul. As the unholy remnants of his past tore at his time worn soul, His poetry proved the rock in his ever-present storm In the depth of his blackened memories evil cascaded down the walls of the stomach of the beast, It's terrible hunger devoured men's very intelligence, existence, and will power But he wrote, he read, keeping his head above water, Was the beast made of himself? He opened his soul to a lifeless sheet of paper. The words shielded him from the hands which reached to rip at his flesh. He is no longer lost in the world but in contrast he is lost in himself Searching for his humble heart in his homeless memories wishing for his peace he once had in a heart of rage and torment He never thought about being lonely and homeless as happiness But even that seems like a hopeless dream Screaming out "death to us all" for one simple reason It gives him a sense of hope a hope that on the other side he will be at home... in his heart To weak to kill, and to strong to die He goes on with out any change Seeing his chance, he lets it pass To take it means surrender Unfortunately, thats not his way his power grows till his power is that of god himself looking about at his faithful peons he sees no way out If blood is shed, they will say it was in just God forbid they let him step down Running has fast as he can to that path of growth he knows what he must do He runs away to a far off place He grows cold and his stomach curls with hunger Searching for life and none is found He again is lost In time he sits, and sits, and sits And he realizes he is at home Being released, he smiles He found his dream He has found happiness For the last remaining breaths he has he laughs and cries with a heart of love And with a gleeful sigh his life passes and he stands with god
Fallen Fallen fast, on a unbroken pain of glass. Scared to open, used to being closed heart and soul die to escape laughing sighs of grief, surpass my lips battling the cold crisp morn in a frenzy fog Heart not black, evil is not near But heart is cold and hard, from loneliness and pain Vulnerable when open, protected when closed Whets the difference, pain gained either way A silent walker, walker among demons, artist of death Yet no evil in heart, only in mind The blood pusher is full, if warmed it might be love, Most definitely love Pains follows in a gasp, a heart beat If pain didn't follow, I'd be free But a wise man once said, and I quote "There are none more helplessly enslaved than those who think they are free." And so be it, for all is lost, this soul will ponder the snow, and roam the cold for the rest of its restless and desolate life.
She glides
She glides on air as if a goddess in travel, her glistening beauty leaves my baffled sweet innocent eyes of caring adoreness, fills my heart with a gentle breeze, she smells of love and spring her skin smooth and flowing, keeps my head rolling Once was mine, but I let go. Now fallen in love and she is gone Not out of sight, touch, or mind Gone from the love she once had for me that I now endure for her Never felt pain that I didn't want to extinguish But this pain feels like home, for it is of her The essence of her voice trances me to her command What I would do for her is unknown, undecided and never be shown though my head begs to move on, my heart lingers for a glimpse of her love. It was shown to me, but as foolish as ever I looked away I am at a loss of words when her lips move, jealous of that reddish flesh for being part of her. My heart trys to sing but it is out of tune Confused and dazed, I look for a sign She carries herself on a level I can't define She is gone from me, and I shall perish slowly If never I should have that life and love again
Afterward
Pain passed, scars remain across my heart this is the place where it all starts the start of the endless misery of love If not returned it stings and takes your breath from your soul And so be my case Before, my heart was guarded and not let out After, there is just nothing left In the end its all the same releasing my rage and anger, by filling the lives of these poor pathetic sheets of paper Allowing them to know my fury by pressure of my pen Letting them know my sorrow by my tears falling into their skin. Unfortunately, they can't feel the emptiness in my heart Still confused about what happened I follow my unpredicted love, rambling on and on till she gives in But do I want that? Cause then she is there for obligation not choice If I leave it alone, she might open her eyes and come back My heart is so restless that I can't do that Only time will tell of my travels and experiences And in confinement I will wait with a heavy heart
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