Rachael Aislynn Musgrove
(5/10/2013 10:26:00 AM)
MAYBE I'M WRONG
I thought I could find a different line of work.
Thought insanity was something I could quit.
With Cryptic little riddles,
You play your little fiddles.
But I'll be content with this.
Maybe I'm wrong.
I tried to straighten up.
Couldn't fill my tip cup.
Couldn't make a living with my beaten old guitar.
Shouldn't have listened to my mother, when she said " You're gonna go far."
But Maybe i'm still wrong.
Allian Bern Fuentes
(5/9/2013 1:26:00 AM)
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WHAT I HAVE BECOME
Questions are running in my mind
Should I look behind
Sinking slowly from my tears
Facing alone my fear
It's too late to turn back now
It's so hard to let go somehow
It's too late to wash what you've done
You don't even know what I've become
You promise me a thousand lies
That you'll never say goodbye
But you left me without much reason
So in this empty room I'm alone
Tell me what's left when the edge reaches the end
I'm feeling like dead but in front I pretend
I have a few bullets left for a second to breath
Should I aim this to you or pass this to my head
Cause your name is poisoning the thoughts of my brain
All I hope right now is to forget everything
I won't take any step to erase your mistakes
I hate you more than me and I got nothing left to sayReplies for this message:
(5/11/2013 4:25:00 PM)
some how some where you will find yourself ask for a wish from your deep heart in your pray to get out of darkness but to turn to white heart is your own question... revenge is the weakest part inside ... more
John Paul Cosato
(5/9/2013 2:24:00 PM)
Allian - I really like your DARK poem. I either like poems that are really dark or uplifting. I do not care to much for anything in between. Keep up the good work. If you want to read a dark poem of m ... more
- Gogo Amin (5/11/2013 4:25:00 PM) Post reply
(5/8/2013 3:50:00 PM)
I Don’t Know Jack
You think I’m a waist of space,
Attention seeker and disgusting.
However, did you ever think I just could afford my place?
I didn’t choose this life.
I would prefer a bed other than the streets,
My bones ache from the solid concrete.
I wake up with hate and lingering questions,
How am I going to eat?
Bet you didn’t know I had another mouth to feed.
My daughter, just a little toddler
Growing little beauty that doesn’t deserve this horror.
You think this life is fake; but trust me it isn’t,
Two people can’t make a living by eating the scrapes off of dirty dishes.
But it is ok, you helped me,
Just by tossing those coins at me.
My daughter got a sandwich and I just couldn’t manage watching her savoring each piece to make it everlasting.
It is dawn,
Time to rock her asleep and her fall into her dreams deep.
It breaks my heart to realize I’m a failure as a father.
The moist tears roll from my eyes,
But tomorrow is a new day,
Do something productive.
Maybe they will finally hire me into a job and stop giving me a ruckus.
The breeze is getting hard,
Your body got a chill,
As you quarreled into my arms I rocked you until you become still.
Here is my jacket; I’ll wrap you up tight,
Hopefully it will be warmer by daylight.
Guessing I should sleep too.
Maybe we will wake up and have a stable life like we dream too.
Just before I go everyone put yourself in my shoes;
You know how your day is going to be from front to back,
But me; I don’t know jack.
(5/8/2013 11:28:00 AM)
I found a dusty box today
Feelings stirred that were hidden away
Down behind some unread book
I picked it up, my fingers shook
Dread hid in the crevice of my mind
Not knowing what, inside, I'd find
Inside this tiny, unknown crate
That I had suddenly learned to hate
Perhaps a smile would cross my lips
As I held her scarf 'tween my fingertips
Perhaps a note signed I love you
And I'd say honey, I love you, too
But more likely, as is oft the case
Trinkets will greet my visual embrace
And the response will likely be forlorn
A tearing of my heart, in a small place not yet torn
I release the lid and move away
Perhaps tomorrow'd be a better day
I wipe my eyes as I depart
I need more time to heal this wounded heart
Ricky June Espanueva
(5/6/2013 3:22:00 AM)
Little hatchling eager to learn to fly
To follow the birds that bid him bye.
Little bird provoked by winds,
Fell off from tree with broken wings.
Little bird searching way back to his nest
Where he should be, and cradled to rest.
Mournful bird now tied and flightless,
He isn’t free to glide sky’s vastness.
Flightless bird, how high have you fallen?
Portraying the role that you have stolen.
Flightless bird failed to achieve their expectations;
Always trying to surpass his limitations.
Flightless bird crying every night
Hoping tomorrow everything’s alright.
Flightless bird weeping all his life,
Attempting to end it with a knife.
Flightless bird, stop outshining the star,
‘Cause you’re on ground; and above he’s far.
Flightless bird, mind not your insecurities,
Bear in mind that you have diff’rences.
Flightless bird always reaching for the sun
‘Cause he wants to prove that he is someone.
Flightless bird devours his hope, rejected;
Together with loneliness neglected.
Flightless bird singing melancholic song,
Reminiscing when did he went wrong.
Flightless bird, it’s time to face your fears,
You are the only one to wipe your tears.
Flightless bird, fix your broken heart,
You will remember again the pains of the start.
Flightless bird, are they really blind?
For they can’t see you’re left behind.
Flightless bird, what’s the use of winning the fight
Now that you are out of their sight?
Flightless bird, when will you accept?
That they won’t care, so don’t expect.
Flightless bird, don’t try to hide,
Let them realize you’re dying inside.
Flightless bird dreaming for that day
When all other birds will beg him stay.
Flightless bird seeking only for that place
Where he could live without competing the race.
Flightless bird, fulfill your dream
For you are near to reach that realm.
Flightless bird faking his smile,
Pretending pleasant down the aisle.
Flightless bird, the player of the show
Now you’re a spectator staying low.
Flightless bird endures the pain,
Conceal your tears under the rain.
Flightless bird, why can’t you see?
You are not caged, you are so free.
Flightless bird, why don’t you move?
This is a no time to think you aren’t loved.
Flightless bird longing to be free,
Untie the rope that makes you dreary.
Flightless bird longing to be free,
Break the cage of your misery.
Flightless bird, apparently
Waiting death to set him free.
(5/6/2013 1:26:00 AM)
MAYBE WE CAN DIE
Death! ! !
We might think its never possible to die
We might think it isnt yet ou time to die
We might think this life would never come to an end
We never realise the pain from afar
Until when we are being affected
That feelings when we lost the one so dear to us
That time when we got no chance to speak to the one close to our hearth
That moment when everything seems it should go to an end
That moment when the one we care for is being taken by an un-timely death
When we see no longer see that one that makes us smile
Only and only then, , , , , , , when we death take away somone very close and dear to us
Would we realise
Maybe we can die! ! !
(5/6/2013 12:43:00 AM)
DONT FORGET YOURSELF
While trying to be generous to someone
While trying to give your heart to someone
While trying to make someone else happy
While trying to be the best you can be to someone
While trying to love someone
While trying to make someone love you
While trying to be friendly and jovial
While trying to build your future with someone
While trying to do anything with your heart
While trying to do anything with your head
You might give little and take nothing
You might give much and take little
You might even give much and take nothing
You might also give nothing and take much
You might maintain an equillibruim give and take
Which ever way it might go
Just never forget there is one person important
That you have to consider, , , , , , , Yourself
Dont forget yourself when doing anything
You also important to yourself
(5/6/2013 12:32:00 AM)
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GVIVEN TOO MUCH
I sealed my hearth so tight
Holding on to myself so tight
Cos experience they say
Is the best teacher
But, , , All in all
If we close our eyes for evil tins to pass
We wouldn't know when good would pass by us
I made an exemption for you
I gave u all it takes
Always wanting you to be happy
I did all this without expecting a pay
Did it with a fair hearth
I just wanted to be that friend
You would remember and smile
I thought i could do all those on a platonic field
But little did i realize my hearth was growing
To be fond of you
But just when i was about to start Loving you
You Let me realize
I was given you too much, ,
Just too much than you give back to me.
(5/4/2013 12:26:00 AM)
Am I Exhausted?
I fell down; they clapped;
I bleed out; they jumped;
I tried; they criticized;
Am I exhausted?
No air for my nostrils;
No water for my tongue;
My sky is starless; full of darkness;
Time slapped on my face;
Nature breached its rule;
Top to bottom against me;
Am I exhausted?
I stood alone full of sorrow;
An only man without his shadow;
No way for a better tomorrow;
The whole world became desperado;
Am I exhausted?
Oh! My heart don't give up
Oh! My head don't bow
Oh! My knee don't bend
I'll fight till the end.
(5/3/2013 8:54:00 PM)
I took it all to heart,
each hasty smile and modest gesture,
each syllable of dispassionate word,
to a stage where even I was persuaded,
the rays veiling your face
in perfect symmetry,
were by your own hand.
I coveted you so,
for what were you incapable?
Because you ou were the rays,
as you werethe smile, the gesture,
and the word.
Everything created, then destroyed
by unadulterated hand,
but all only in my sight.
Now I mistrust.
There are words I thought were spoken
and actions I thought displayed—
In fact—illusions and Trickery.
But now I see,
how you were a dream,
borne of a skeptic in dangerous reverie.
This guise I had burdened on you,
I all the time unawares,
For it had seemed,
that when I said move
And when I said speak
How does something appearing
so concrete, so essential
be confused with truth?
—to savor another's words
and have them be your own—
Eyes blind and still
having dreams of distant realms—
but forget it.
Happiness has gained on me,
now knowing the best of truth.
Now there is only whisperings
of a voice lost.
No more apparitions of smiles,
gestures, or words—
such trivial necessities,
conceived by a fool
in want of an actor.