5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

it was my fire

they call me hero
might call me god
after I die
it doesn't matter
if you remember me
remember me
or forget me

don't forget me...

and it was warm
my passion
I loved, I loved and saw
with eyes finally open
I can see this world breaking
like waves on craggy shores
only to crash again
there is no end

only mine...

the tears are hot
sweeter than they should be
sorrows washed by them
made clean
into an empty pot
went my fire
and it was my fire
but I gave it to you

I am scared...

just hold the flame a moment
feel me kiss your finger tips
as I walk the endless path
as I am remembered
thank you for your love
but please just remember

it was my fire...

[Cloud Strife]

Please give me a sign,
It'll be divine!
Quiet you, you crossed the line,
Took your time, Borderline
certified every thing
that you bring.
But the ring...
Ah, the ring, blessed thing,
Showin' that you're knowin'
what you're doin' is wrong,
It won't be long, sing the song,
And soon your love will come along.
Is this a dream?
This ain't a dream, kid,
you made that bid,
and closed the lid
on the past that wouldn't last
Cuz it was goin' too fast.
I have to know...
You should know that the blow
that you dealt out then
will happen again
to a friend, and continue,
for there is no end
to the trend.
Can I stop it?
The only way for a delay?
Get down on your knees and pray
that they will realize
That their truths are lies,
and that will open their eyes
to reality.

[Funka Genocide]

we all lose our heads, as if we ever wanted them
its drama, hot and spicy to the taste
makes us feel we have a bit of meaning
in this, what may pass for a life

we are not stars
no shining nightlife for us
only cheap beer and hand me downs
a few smiles and a paycheck

wouldn't we all love to be
alive? are we? just a little hatred
passion, lust, envy, violence
they pump the blood a little faster

peasants grasping for a scepter
not meant to be held by our common hands
there are beautiful people in need of love
why should fate bother with us?

several billion stupid jerks
all here to raise a few on their shoulders
elite and royal, I only ask
don't step on my hair

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[BlackMageGirl!]

Made this last night, over the phone. A little choppy, I might edit it later.

"What is means to you"

Another song, another poem
Write it down, this'll show 'em
Simple things, simple words
Make people sing, like little birds
Mark it down, another rhyme
Of passing seasons, days so fine
Some people weep, some of fire
Enflamed by words, burning desire
Some will scoff, others believe
Means something new, or decieve
And keep going, for it's true
what this poem means, it's up to you.

[Lost in Time]

Hold On Again:

I seem to be floating on my way
But my heart just sinks within
I try to breathe and hold on again
But the walls are closing in
There isn't a way to escape now
I'm a prisoner locked inside
My heart is set to one beat now
No wanting to try and hide
Reaching around I feel nothing
I just want to hold your hand
But every time I grab onto you
You let go and don't understand
I seem to be moving on
But my heart just sinks within this
I try to breathe and hold on again
But you weren't here to begin with...

[Lycanthrope]

And so the fatal flaw
In this mortal husk
is not pride
but to love
and to wish love returned.

[Funka Genocide]

she
a woman far away
another one to add
to my little book
its getting to be a novel

I wave goodbye
take that pill
of agony
of bittersweet remembrance
and I try not to forget

then they return
they never leave for good
yet never do they come back
not in full, just in glimpses
and all too short conversations

your all going to leave me
aren't you?
I can see the nothing in your eyes
it hides the dollar signs
I think I'll smile just to spite you

I don't want to cause you hurt
I'm not vindictive
only lonely
but somehow I feel
you'd rather be killed than loved by me

I'm laughing now
giggling down the road to worthlessness
its a short walk from where I now stand
although you can't see it from here
and I think thats the point

I know you will forget me
as easily as you killed my sense of worth
with a smile, and an errant word
I am gone from inside you
a funny little ghost in your heart

[Cloud Strife]

"Don't you worry 'bout me"

It was half past midnight,
The moon was shinin' bright
Mixin' with the city lights
As I was drivin' home...

The street was blurrin' up again,
tears mournin' for another friend
I was hopin' for a Godsend,
but I guess I should've known...

Got home and went right to bed
Hopin rest would help to clear my head
Of the feelin' of grief and dread
And I blink my tears away...

But my darlin' still is wary,
She thinks that I may carry
Grief that is so varied,
But I smile at her and say...

"Don't you worry 'bout me,
See the smile, I'm just fine...
Don't you worry 'bout me,"
Even though I've crossed the line...

I find that I'm admitting
That this pressure is getting
to that point, so close to quitting
But still I carry on...

My darlin' worries ev'ry day,
But I just smile her fears away,
Keepin' all my tears for me at bay,
And I try to stay strong...

No, don't you worry 'bout me,
Everythin' will be okay,
So don't you worry 'bout me
Becuase I'm driftin' away
And soon I'll be gone...

Out the door I now go,
Headed where, I don't know,
But I really do plan to show
that I'll be all right...

I stop, get on my knees and pray
To make the mem'ries go away
But the memories are here to stay,
So I keep up the flight...

So don't you worry 'bout me,
I'm sure that I am wrong,
But don't you worry 'bout me,
Because it won't be long....
'Cause I'm already gone...

[WanderingActor]

For Daniel

Goodbye, once again we part ways,
In my mind, I think of all our old days.
Back when, we both lived by each other,
When I thought of you as my brother.

I never used a stronger word when refering to a man,
But there is no other way that I can make you understand
That I love you and I will never forget you, I would never.
I cannot wait until we grow old and retire together.

[BlackMageGirl!]

Another worm
Through the apple of the heart
Red skin, ripe for picking
From the tree of all

Shining on the outside
Riddled on the inside
Little holes, homes for them
The painful images of the mind

Travel slowly around, they do
Make themselves home, they do.
Drive into you, they do
And inside you they dance

Rage, sorrow, hate, fear
And last of all...the very last
Envy, the green of the soul
Turns the core of your heart
Rotten.