The Dream GameWe were pretending It was all just a game The pieces were missing But we rolled the dice just the sameThe Dream Game
It was all my mistake I should've known You couldn't take it We've both changed and grown
It's not us anymore
We were just being silly There was nothing real But again, my mistake I confused my dreams
With the reality of how u feel
Those sweet words.. U said to me They drove me crazy But made me so happy
You kept repeating
And pushing Pulling and giving Until it wasn't just pretend
EnoughWhat do they have to do For you to look their way?Enough
Nothing is enough, The dying, the suffering every day!
Oceans of their tears have dried out. Their faces so pale They live in a closed up shell Sentenced for life in this horrid jail.
Emotions flow like waves in their blood, They feel more sadness than they should.
"Emotions are what keep humanity alive." What about the killers? Have they too been fed inhuman lies?
Is this all a stream of poisoned water Just passing by? Moving on, no business here just came to say
No more balconies and rooftops"No More Balconies and Rooftops"No more balconies and rooftops
There we were And there was the moon Holding you forever… Standing on the roof
It's funny when we reminisce It's ironic what we could miss …………..
Time goes by Life goes on Time does fly When you're having fun.. And it stops short When you're hurting the most… ……….. But it does go by
And life does go on
(I'll meet other guys And you won't always be the one)
……… …. But still last night &nb
Salvation - Tears of HeavenThe sky has lost its blue.. Dark clouds have beenSalvation - Tears of Heaven
Circling (passing by) the window all day …
The fire inside the house is burning, Yet inside of the soul is freezing stiff…
She has been waiting all day… As the warm fire has been, The flame sweeping its warmth
Simultaneously (continuously) across the room, Slowly the fireplace, Creeping from its resting place,
Faintly touching the fabric
Of the couch on which
She stood, her knees neatly bent.
Silently, desperately staring Out the window… No smile,
PoetryWhy must poetry Be beautiful? Be sad? Be deep?Poetry
Must it always Have morals For one To reap?
We search for hidden meaning In each line of poetry In each word of poetry As if it were treasure Hidden by the pirates of literature For us to seek out And claim for our own.
We look to poetry As a source of beauty As we look towards a flower Standing tall, petals tipped open As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky, Colours gleaming in the light For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
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Well welcome to DA
I'll watch and help you start off
thnx!
i like your poems so far.. i'll keep checking in..
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