The poem he wrote for me last night. I think he misses me...
My heart soars to see the one I love, It just wants a glance even from above but my mind is caged it cannot roam... so it speaks to you in a simple poem... Hell burns to hot... when you leave all that is left is the frosty cold... Flame or Freeze, people change... I am not the man I used to be... my anger has melted away and I am left with the frost of discontentment... My anger does not burn hot anymore, it is cold and channeled... I am at the edge it seems, cold and ready... I seek something i lost, a while ago, maybe when i see it my heart with thaw and joy shall spring forth once again...
marching left and marching right patchin them up day and night
Medico's ready to go with out us your in the hole
soldier, sailor or marine medico's are fighting mean
healers, fighters, warriors true help you out or make you black and blue
"The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done"."
Mmmk. This isn't the original one I was planning on, but here's a substitute:
When we leave what will be left but bones and dust? Yet was is valued by us?
Money, things and beauty We'll all go though with none of these Why aren't we happy while we bleed?
Stupid things, dumb people all these messed up pressures I was Epicurean pleasures not money, fame or beauty I have only time and I'll feel sublime.
Don't care about stuff you won't have them six feet under Don't care about your plunder
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When will they see with their eyes when will they see with their heart?
Don't care bout your hair Don't mind your silly smile We'll all look the same we'll all be the same in the end.
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We'll all look the same we'll all be the same in the end.
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If this were a song, the first sing-liner would be the chorus, and the * indicates where it would be repeated. If it were a song, I think it'd be a punk-rockish tune.
Dedicated to a good friend of mine and fellow YNoiser.
A Friend
I know there's pain that's deep inside your heart I know there's anger that wont let you move on You carry with you what happened in the past And now you shield yourself unable to relax
I see frustration and sadness in your words And in the surface you carry a strong front But you can't fool me for I can sense your pain And I'd give anything to take it all away
The dissapointments of people from your past Have led you to believe that you should never trust And I can't blame you for feeling like you do But I just wish you'd know I'm here for you
I'm just one person, I know that isn't much But when you need a friend or shoulder to lean on Remember me and that you're not alone I don't want you to feel that you are on your own
And I once heard that two is better than one For if one falls the other can lift you up Together you and me can make the burden lighter Perhaps one day you'll see that things are getting brighter
When you are down and blue or happy and at ease Don't be afraid to talk, just be yourself with me Your friendship is important and I keep it in my heart And I don't ask for anything, I care for you that's all
You've been so nice to me, I can't help but do the same Thank you so much for taking time for me out of your day A friend like you Alex is always good to have around And hey one of this days you and I can go hang out
"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell
I have another one... But I am afraid to post for fear of scrutiny.
Post it. If you don't I'll stalk you forever.
And I would never feel pain / and never be without pleasure, ever, again / and if the reign stops, and everything's dry, he would cry just so I could drink the tears from his eyes...
today i sit underneath this tree, next to this very stone! i've been coming here for 6 years, all of which i’ve been alone! i can still make out the writing, that lies above your grave! in ‘Loving Memory Of An Angel, and the blessings that she gave’! we met so long ago, since then you've been my one and only true Best Friend! i remembered every second, up until the very end! i remember i was driving, the roads were really wet that night! i wasn't going fast at all, but those lights were just too bright! i remember when i woke, not knowing what to do! the very first thing that came to my mind, was not myself but you! you laid there just looking at me, as if it was your final glance! i grabbed your hand, looked to the sky, and said, “please one more chance”. i remember the day of the funeral, all of our family and friends! i remember when the preacher said, “when one life ends, a new begins”! before they put you in this ground, i walked over to see you one last time! i kissed your forehead and held your hand, and ‘one more chance’ went through my mind! i asked God “why not me, why my best friend”, and what i did so wrong? He said “everything has purpose, and that life must be lived on”! so i live it on this very moment, always remembering the day! that God sent me My Angel, and then took her away!
Where is my mind? My mind is somewhere else. Can't concentrate. I can't control myself. I'm lost, I swim in the memories of past. I look for comfort but my mind cannot relax. I dream of you You're with me in my sleep. But waking up is harsh reality.
(okay I'm still working on finishing this one)
"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell
You know, this is the place where we come to bare our souls to the world without fear of ridicule, but you come in and ridicule us anyway, with your lame excuses for poetry, and then each acting like the other has become the next Heine or Poe. It makes me sick to think that you have ever passed a poetry assignment in school with that crap. You both rhyme words with themselves, which is only excusable in the case of "orange." The sheer fact that you think that you can write peotry makes me sick.
"The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers."--Captain Jack Sparrow
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