The hands of the clock are crooked,
Time slowly falls away,
A never-ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we,
Performing both good and evil acts,
Wings of each devil and angel,
Protrude and sprout from our backs,
Waging wars for peace,
Claim to accept yet
Unrequited love is suicide by peanutman27, literature
Literature
Unrequited love is suicide
And all at once, it happened, just like that.
No great spectacle, no cliche or overly grandiose moment.
As instant as a candle being blown out.
As quiet as a whisper.
His own poetic travesty.
And almost as if not wishing to be pretentious, it went calmly, as if falling asleep for the last time.
His heart had broken.
It had grown weak, been torn and tattered, beaten and bruised, left bleeding, healed and scarred many times over.
The webbing crack that had been growing during his life thus far had finally given way.
Sweet lies hid bitter truths, he was not
Upon this paper, I lament,
the pieces I’ve given,
the hate I’ve spent.
Emptiness, my hollow breath,
the life was taken,
and given was death.
Farewell, flightless dove,
found was my hell,
lost was my love.
Fractured eyes, broken tears,
bleeding heart,
these pencil smears.
Section 1-OVERVIEW
“Love”
The term love to most bring about the usual generic images or thoughts of waking up next to that special someone who instantly brightens your day, Walking along the beach with hand in hand and knowing that you would be content to just keep walking forever, laying in a field beneath a star filled sky and yet not looking up but looking beside you at something far more beautiful and mysterious.
But what do you know about love? I understand this question may be somewhat confusing to some, so allow me to be more specific.
What is it and How does it work?
Well ladies and gentleman I am here to answer thos
The shallow depths of madness by peanutman27, literature
Literature
The shallow depths of madness
Heaven and hell I am betwixt,
Floating along this river Styx,
Its icy waters silence my tongue,
Its fiery embers burn my lungs,
Light is fading, darkness abound,
In its depths I’ll surly drown,
Conflicting thoughts of a maddened youth,
Where lies are sweet and bitter the truth,
Planets fall when stars align,
Knotted threads of fate intertwine,
Burden the speaker of these fragile words,
They are but chains on flightless birds,
Fight fire with fire, the world will burn; consumed in its regrets
The flame must die, torch fade away; for only hopelessness it begets,
Rage against the current to reach this accursed plutonian shore
To win we need to learn,
To learn we need to fail,
To fail we need to fall,
To fall we must part the veil,
To part the veil we need to change,
To change we need to try,
To try we need to love,
To love we need to cry,
To cry we need to lose,
To lose we need our pain,
Our pain needs our heart,
Our heart needs our brain,
Our brain needs our thoughts,
Our thoughts need to feel,
To feel we need our perceptions,
To tell us what is real,
To know what’s real we need our faith,
To have faith we need our soul,
To have a soul we need belief,
To have belief we must pay the toll,
The price of which is an end,
To end we need to start,
To start w
A penny for your thoughts,
A smile for your dream,
A hero for your nightmares,
Someone to hold you when you scream,
A nickel for your secrets,
Bravery for your fears,
A kiss for your scars,
A hand to wipe away the tears,
A dime for your pain,
Love to heal the sorrow,
A light for your darkness,
Is my promise for your tomorrow.
The hands of the clock are crooked,
Time slowly falls away,
A never-ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we,
Performing both good and evil acts,
Wings of each devil and angel,
Protrude and sprout from our backs,
Waging wars for peace,
Claim to accept yet
Unrequited love is suicide by peanutman27, literature
Literature
Unrequited love is suicide
And all at once, it happened, just like that.
No great spectacle, no cliche or overly grandiose moment.
As instant as a candle being blown out.
As quiet as a whisper.
His own poetic travesty.
And almost as if not wishing to be pretentious, it went calmly, as if falling asleep for the last time.
His heart had broken.
It had grown weak, been torn and tattered, beaten and bruised, left bleeding, healed and scarred many times over.
The webbing crack that had been growing during his life thus far had finally given way.
Sweet lies hid bitter truths, he was not
Upon this paper, I lament,
the pieces I’ve given,
the hate I’ve spent.
Emptiness, my hollow breath,
the life was taken,
and given was death.
Farewell, flightless dove,
found was my hell,
lost was my love.
Fractured eyes, broken tears,
bleeding heart,
these pencil smears.
Section 1-OVERVIEW
“Love”
The term love to most bring about the usual generic images or thoughts of waking up next to that special someone who instantly brightens your day, Walking along the beach with hand in hand and knowing that you would be content to just keep walking forever, laying in a field beneath a star filled sky and yet not looking up but looking beside you at something far more beautiful and mysterious.
But what do you know about love? I understand this question may be somewhat confusing to some, so allow me to be more specific.
What is it and How does it work?
Well ladies and gentleman I am here to answer thos
The shallow depths of madness by peanutman27, literature
Literature
The shallow depths of madness
Heaven and hell I am betwixt,
Floating along this river Styx,
Its icy waters silence my tongue,
Its fiery embers burn my lungs,
Light is fading, darkness abound,
In its depths I’ll surly drown,
Conflicting thoughts of a maddened youth,
Where lies are sweet and bitter the truth,
Planets fall when stars align,
Knotted threads of fate intertwine,
Burden the speaker of these fragile words,
They are but chains on flightless birds,
Fight fire with fire, the world will burn; consumed in its regrets
The flame must die, torch fade away; for only hopelessness it begets,
Rage against the current to reach this accursed plutonian shore
To win we need to learn,
To learn we need to fail,
To fail we need to fall,
To fall we must part the veil,
To part the veil we need to change,
To change we need to try,
To try we need to love,
To love we need to cry,
To cry we need to lose,
To lose we need our pain,
Our pain needs our heart,
Our heart needs our brain,
Our brain needs our thoughts,
Our thoughts need to feel,
To feel we need our perceptions,
To tell us what is real,
To know what’s real we need our faith,
To have faith we need our soul,
To have a soul we need belief,
To have belief we must pay the toll,
The price of which is an end,
To end we need to start,
To start w
A penny for your thoughts,
A smile for your dream,
A hero for your nightmares,
Someone to hold you when you scream,
A nickel for your secrets,
Bravery for your fears,
A kiss for your scars,
A hand to wipe away the tears,
A dime for your pain,
Love to heal the sorrow,
A light for your darkness,
Is my promise for your tomorrow.
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared. - Tupac Shakur
This poems speaks to us of drawling forth from the pressures and darkness that surrounds us. living off the tears that slip through and the tiny sliver of light that peeks in on us. we strive to reach out, to one day live in that light. to stand defiant on the world that cared not for us.
Thoughts like demons possess my mind, destroying me from the inside out.
Inside me they eat away at my sanity, they sharpen their teeth as the chew on the bones of my dreams.
I expel them from my being and exercise them from my soul when there is a lull in there torturous acts.
A pen and paper, or an empty canvases and brush are my tools of emancipation from them.
bound within my poems, chained to the dark origins of painted pictures. Behind each of these beautiful creations hides the bars that hold back these demons, I warn you to not look at any one piece too long in fear of finding one. For they have an allure about them that will
I feel like I should put myself on suicide watch, like I need to stop myself from getting ahold of thoughts with sharp edges as to not puncture my brain, stay away from jagged words as to not cut my tongue, to distance myself from barbed emotions as to not shred my veins into crimson wisps.