My Poem Of Sorrow
September 7th the day I love
the day I hate, the day I wait
and say please no more. My heart
was taken away to lay and drown
in my tears as the year's end nears and
my heart breaks even more, I come to hear,
I come to think, and I come to fear, that september 7th
will come next year.September 7th the day
I love the day I hate forevermore....
To my darling BB rest in peace.(Happy birthday baby, I'll blow out a candle for you.. heart )
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My Poem Of War
This war I will fight. More
and more I swore never to
ever lose yet I die and die I
can never seem to win, why why why
must I sin? I know if I win I will
see me be rid of my sin, I know when
win I will see the way to you, I will
see you once more, once I win this endless war....
To my little brother Burnbaby (I love you with all my heart) rest in peace little brother
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My Poem Of Love
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
But never will anything ever compare to you.
You were my love, my joy...yet you threw me aside
like a battered old toy. I stood by your side,
yet you shoved me away, why must it end this way?
You made me cry, you made me lie, with the smile I put on
every day. I never speak of you, I only say, if I may, you fly away,
and leave me here, in this most horrid year. I'll
never forgive you, for your mistake. But, my love
for you will never be fake. For God's sake can't you see?
how much you meant to me!?So Roses are red, and violets
will always be blue, but nothing will ever compare to you...
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My Poem of Hearts
Hearts can be filled with love. Hearts can be filled with hate
Hearts filled with love are from above, soft to hold. Hearts
filled with hate are from below, not so soft, but hard, and cold to hold.
Hearts filled with love are warm and red, Hearts filled with hate
are frostbitten blue, enough said. It's sad some wonderful hearts are
blue, when they could be such bright red. You've heard what I've said,
so now it's up to you. Be red, or be blue. Just remember think, blue can only sink.
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I'm Sorry...
So many things I did, too many things I've said.
So many wrong paths I've tread.
Too many things I've done wrong I wish to rid.
Not enough rights to look back on.
I'm Sorry for never being there, I'm sorry for not having any time to spare.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
I'm sorry I'd always lie.
And now you lay down to sleep.
I wish you were mine to keep.
You died before you could wake.
I wish you were still mine to take.
My heart cries, thinking of all my lies.
I'm sorry for never saying sorry to you.
Now it's dark,
I can't see, I can't sleep, or feel my dreams.
I can't see where I'll fall to.
Nothing is what it seems.
I only wish I knew how.
I'm sorry..I'm sorry.
Please here me say it now...
I'm sorry...
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Your Mask
You hide behind an empty face.
Lying and falling from all your grace.
Again and again, I must ask.
Why must you wear this mask.
Why are you trying to hide?
Are you trying to confide?
It's all lie, a lie to me.
A lie I only wish I could see.
Again and again, I have to ask.
Why do you have to wear this mask?
Are you trying to hide from this fate?
Why are you cheating me of all my hate?
You did all the wrong.
And I had believed you all along.
Now I see it was all a lie.
I only wish that I knew why.
Again and again, I need to ask.
Why do you need to wear, your faceless mask...?
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Star Light Whispers
Alone she walks, in silence she talks.
Wandering forever, cared for never.
Singing her silent lullabies, always crying her silent cries.
Lives in fear, never able to hear.
The star's light shines, to hear her silent chimes.
A smile she tries to create, instead of the cries she'll always hate.
Silent she was no more, for a second maybe more.
The star's light has gone away, and no longer she can say.
Again she cries for the light, but they again were taken by the dark, dark night.
The snow now falls, and silently she calls.
She lays in the snow so cold, trying to find warm sound to hold.
Slowly her heart stops beating, wishing someone would see her bleeding.
Unseen she suffers, Unheard she cries.
In agoney she lingers, in loneliness she dies.
Alone she walked, silently she talked.
Wandered forever, cared fore never.
The star's light had shined, and once she had chimed.
But the star light was taken away, by the cold, dark, silent night.
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Ryan's Poem
Ryan and I are the best of friends, but when we'll talk, it all depends.
He's very far away, it makes me sad to say.
Even though he's far away and it may be sad, he's always my friend and for that I am glad.
This poem is for him, when ever he feels grim.
to make a light in his darkest day, to spred happiness in every way.
So, Ryan this poem is for you, and I loves you too!
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The Kings Crimson Court
Alone sits, the King of Diamonds in his court of red.
He sits alone for his Queen is dead.
"Long live the Queen" Their people had said.
For her to die, they all had dread.
He sits alone in his silent madness.
Lingering forever in his horrid sadness.
He has gone mad for what he had ordered.
The King of Diamonds had his Queen murdered.
And now he sits, in his court of crimson red.
The color binding in his head.
The Queen had made the court for him.
Now it had become quite grim.
For she was gone and it was his order.
He's gone mad, he's crossed the border.
The King of Diamonds ordered his whole kingdom murdered.
He killed his guards, and he killed his knights.
Now he sits, there are no more fights.
Alone he sits, in the red lights.
The King of Dimonds, forever alone,
in his Crimson Court.
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Ryan's Poem #2
Ryan is my favourite friend.
Cause on him I always can depend.
He always makes me feel better when I'm sad.
He the greatest friend I've ever had.
I wish we could talk more.
I know I have to wait, but that's what friends are for.
Sometimes I just can't wait.
Those times I always hate.
I know we'll always be friends.
And that's how this poem ends.
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The Rose's Thorns.
Long ago on mountain high.
Lives a rose, leaves pale and dry.
It has a gift, it wishes to give.
For someone to pick it, forever they will live.
Yet for a thorn to p***k,
You will get sick.
There is no cure.
This is for sure.
It takes away your breath.
The price of this virus is death.
This rose comes to life at night.
It wilts at day's first sight.
Many men speak of their fear.
But, never the gift it's giving here.
So every day, the rose will wilt.
And every night, will be filled with guilt.
Never being picked, leaves so dry.
For everyone's fear to die.
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Monster
"Monster Monster, hear my plea,
I need your help, you have to see.
My mother's sick, she's dying.."
She said, not knowing he could see her lying.
"Monster Monster, please help me,
you need to set me free."
The Monster only smiled, "You promised to stay, no matter the cost.
until the first of the thousand year frost"
"Please set me free, I will return.
please help me, you will learn,
you can trust me, you just have to set me free."
Moster took her into the wood, not knowing he could.
"Your promise has been broken,
your lies have already been spoken."
"Monster, moster please,"
"Your time is up, I'll end it with ease."
"Monster Monster...hear my plea..
Monster Monster...I'm sorry"
"Now you see, the cost of a lie,
the cost, is for you to die."
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VVVVV Being worked on, not finished!!!!
Sadness
Sadness, the only thing in the world that wont ever leave.
Happiness, the thing we use, but with it we only deceive.
Sadness, we try so hard to deny it, even though Happiness only drives us deeper into our pit. Happiness, the worst of all our lies, Sadness hold all our truthful cries.
In Happiness we're only blind. In Sadness, ourselves we find.
Why do we try to be happy
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What Friends Are For. Ryan's Poem #3
Friends, we say they come and go, but, if they were true would that be so?
Like many, some of us haven't found, that one person who keeps your head above the ground. The one who will give all your smiles. Even if they're far away by so many miles. They'll go out of their way, just to make your day. They'll love you forever, even if your in the never. There are few people who find one of them, when you find one keep it safe, like a precious gem. It's hard to find a very true friend. I've got one that'll be with me to the bitter end. He's the best I could ask for. Always true, to the very core. This poem is to show him all the love from my heart. To let him know, that it'll never break apart. So, with that said my very true friend, this poem has come to it's end.
There you go Ryan
A longer poem than the last two XD I guess this one kinda makes those look half assed...oh well XD 4laugh
September 7th the day I love
the day I hate, the day I wait
and say please no more. My heart
was taken away to lay and drown
in my tears as the year's end nears and
my heart breaks even more, I come to hear,
I come to think, and I come to fear, that september 7th
will come next year.September 7th the day
I love the day I hate forevermore....
To my darling BB rest in peace.(Happy birthday baby, I'll blow out a candle for you.. heart )
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
My Poem Of War
This war I will fight. More
and more I swore never to
ever lose yet I die and die I
can never seem to win, why why why
must I sin? I know if I win I will
see me be rid of my sin, I know when
win I will see the way to you, I will
see you once more, once I win this endless war....
To my little brother Burnbaby (I love you with all my heart) rest in peace little brother
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
My Poem Of Love
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
But never will anything ever compare to you.
You were my love, my joy...yet you threw me aside
like a battered old toy. I stood by your side,
yet you shoved me away, why must it end this way?
You made me cry, you made me lie, with the smile I put on
every day. I never speak of you, I only say, if I may, you fly away,
and leave me here, in this most horrid year. I'll
never forgive you, for your mistake. But, my love
for you will never be fake. For God's sake can't you see?
how much you meant to me!?So Roses are red, and violets
will always be blue, but nothing will ever compare to you...
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My Poem of Hearts
Hearts can be filled with love. Hearts can be filled with hate
Hearts filled with love are from above, soft to hold. Hearts
filled with hate are from below, not so soft, but hard, and cold to hold.
Hearts filled with love are warm and red, Hearts filled with hate
are frostbitten blue, enough said. It's sad some wonderful hearts are
blue, when they could be such bright red. You've heard what I've said,
so now it's up to you. Be red, or be blue. Just remember think, blue can only sink.
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I'm Sorry...
So many things I did, too many things I've said.
So many wrong paths I've tread.
Too many things I've done wrong I wish to rid.
Not enough rights to look back on.
I'm Sorry for never being there, I'm sorry for not having any time to spare.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
I'm sorry I'd always lie.
And now you lay down to sleep.
I wish you were mine to keep.
You died before you could wake.
I wish you were still mine to take.
My heart cries, thinking of all my lies.
I'm sorry for never saying sorry to you.
Now it's dark,
I can't see, I can't sleep, or feel my dreams.
I can't see where I'll fall to.
Nothing is what it seems.
I only wish I knew how.
I'm sorry..I'm sorry.
Please here me say it now...
I'm sorry...
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Your Mask
You hide behind an empty face.
Lying and falling from all your grace.
Again and again, I must ask.
Why must you wear this mask.
Why are you trying to hide?
Are you trying to confide?
It's all lie, a lie to me.
A lie I only wish I could see.
Again and again, I have to ask.
Why do you have to wear this mask?
Are you trying to hide from this fate?
Why are you cheating me of all my hate?
You did all the wrong.
And I had believed you all along.
Now I see it was all a lie.
I only wish that I knew why.
Again and again, I need to ask.
Why do you need to wear, your faceless mask...?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Star Light Whispers
Alone she walks, in silence she talks.
Wandering forever, cared for never.
Singing her silent lullabies, always crying her silent cries.
Lives in fear, never able to hear.
The star's light shines, to hear her silent chimes.
A smile she tries to create, instead of the cries she'll always hate.
Silent she was no more, for a second maybe more.
The star's light has gone away, and no longer she can say.
Again she cries for the light, but they again were taken by the dark, dark night.
The snow now falls, and silently she calls.
She lays in the snow so cold, trying to find warm sound to hold.
Slowly her heart stops beating, wishing someone would see her bleeding.
Unseen she suffers, Unheard she cries.
In agoney she lingers, in loneliness she dies.
Alone she walked, silently she talked.
Wandered forever, cared fore never.
The star's light had shined, and once she had chimed.
But the star light was taken away, by the cold, dark, silent night.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ryan's Poem
Ryan and I are the best of friends, but when we'll talk, it all depends.
He's very far away, it makes me sad to say.
Even though he's far away and it may be sad, he's always my friend and for that I am glad.
This poem is for him, when ever he feels grim.
to make a light in his darkest day, to spred happiness in every way.
So, Ryan this poem is for you, and I loves you too!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Kings Crimson Court
Alone sits, the King of Diamonds in his court of red.
He sits alone for his Queen is dead.
"Long live the Queen" Their people had said.
For her to die, they all had dread.
He sits alone in his silent madness.
Lingering forever in his horrid sadness.
He has gone mad for what he had ordered.
The King of Diamonds had his Queen murdered.
And now he sits, in his court of crimson red.
The color binding in his head.
The Queen had made the court for him.
Now it had become quite grim.
For she was gone and it was his order.
He's gone mad, he's crossed the border.
The King of Diamonds ordered his whole kingdom murdered.
He killed his guards, and he killed his knights.
Now he sits, there are no more fights.
Alone he sits, in the red lights.
The King of Dimonds, forever alone,
in his Crimson Court.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ryan's Poem #2
Ryan is my favourite friend.
Cause on him I always can depend.
He always makes me feel better when I'm sad.
He the greatest friend I've ever had.
I wish we could talk more.
I know I have to wait, but that's what friends are for.
Sometimes I just can't wait.
Those times I always hate.
I know we'll always be friends.
And that's how this poem ends.
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The Rose's Thorns.
Long ago on mountain high.
Lives a rose, leaves pale and dry.
It has a gift, it wishes to give.
For someone to pick it, forever they will live.
Yet for a thorn to p***k,
You will get sick.
There is no cure.
This is for sure.
It takes away your breath.
The price of this virus is death.
This rose comes to life at night.
It wilts at day's first sight.
Many men speak of their fear.
But, never the gift it's giving here.
So every day, the rose will wilt.
And every night, will be filled with guilt.
Never being picked, leaves so dry.
For everyone's fear to die.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Monster
"Monster Monster, hear my plea,
I need your help, you have to see.
My mother's sick, she's dying.."
She said, not knowing he could see her lying.
"Monster Monster, please help me,
you need to set me free."
The Monster only smiled, "You promised to stay, no matter the cost.
until the first of the thousand year frost"
"Please set me free, I will return.
please help me, you will learn,
you can trust me, you just have to set me free."
Moster took her into the wood, not knowing he could.
"Your promise has been broken,
your lies have already been spoken."
"Monster, moster please,"
"Your time is up, I'll end it with ease."
"Monster Monster...hear my plea..
Monster Monster...I'm sorry"
"Now you see, the cost of a lie,
the cost, is for you to die."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
VVVVV Being worked on, not finished!!!!
Sadness
Sadness, the only thing in the world that wont ever leave.
Happiness, the thing we use, but with it we only deceive.
Sadness, we try so hard to deny it, even though Happiness only drives us deeper into our pit. Happiness, the worst of all our lies, Sadness hold all our truthful cries.
In Happiness we're only blind. In Sadness, ourselves we find.
Why do we try to be happy
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What Friends Are For. Ryan's Poem #3
Friends, we say they come and go, but, if they were true would that be so?
Like many, some of us haven't found, that one person who keeps your head above the ground. The one who will give all your smiles. Even if they're far away by so many miles. They'll go out of their way, just to make your day. They'll love you forever, even if your in the never. There are few people who find one of them, when you find one keep it safe, like a precious gem. It's hard to find a very true friend. I've got one that'll be with me to the bitter end. He's the best I could ask for. Always true, to the very core. This poem is to show him all the love from my heart. To let him know, that it'll never break apart. So, with that said my very true friend, this poem has come to it's end.
There you go Ryan
A longer poem than the last two XD I guess this one kinda makes those look half assed...oh well XD 4laugh Was it Reality? Or was it Imagination? The question is, aren't they both your Creation?
