12-04-2005, 12:22 AM | #11 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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Poem About People
been a while, have some poetry. XD
Give Me Something New And without a purpose, always wind shall flee, as without a tether our souls are flying free. I’m cut, on a deeper vein, that I could abstain From drinking in your eyes, from swimming in your lies And now I’m just myself, a puppet on your shelf. Oh, oh… Give me something new This errantry of love I’m wearing in your pews While, while, while A thousand tiny arrows, visions torn and narrow Pierce me to the core, I know its such a bore To hear of all my pain, to hear it all again To curse my unowned grave, and all the blood I gave Oh, oh… Give me something new This errantry of love I’m wearing in your pews While, while, while All around is faint, and still I try to paint Your hate in different hues, still kneeling in your pews A prayer to your beast, while on my heart it feasts Smiling like a child, a torture infantile Ah… Give me something new, just give me all of you To toss around like cloth, to cover up the cross You’ve nailed me to Speak into the bankroll She’s glittering in light That happens just at night A denizen of your mind You can’t leave her behind Speaks in tongues, no words She’s in your mouth, absurd Tonight she’s putting out Oh what is this about? She whispers silently While you are on your knees Spilling all her honey “man you taste like money” the curtains only hide your shame from passerby you know just what you’ve done and now that it’s begun… hey it’s just tonight damn she looks alright put your pride aside she’ll let you slip inside and she whispers silently while down upon your knees you’re screaming out her name “it’s money all the same” so now in mornings light your Saturday delight is gone without a sound your wallet can’t be found yet deeper than the cash the taste of bitter ash though love was made your soul was paid and the whispers silently bring you to your knees and though you’ll learn to cope the money can’t buy hope Falling From The Line Falling from the line We take our fates in kind With temperatures aflame Blanketed in shame I’m never meant to touch Or stare at you so much But god it happens still Your beauty has instilled Insanity pristine A land without a queen Fortunes made in lust Creeping on your trust A shadow on your face Obscuring my disgrace From heights I never reached Virtues I never preached Call it desperation Or in exasperation Breathe upon my neck The whispers I suspect Are all I ever needed To you I have conceded That doubt can go to hell The taste, the touch the smell Of happiness in you Warmth beyond the crude We’re bordering divine Falling from the line Always Winter Scream a fake emotion And before commotion Takes away your stand Make sure you understand I watched you as you fell And waiting in your hell I found a piece of me Beside your bitter tree Falling were the leaves Of all that I believed Floating to the ground With no one else around To witness all I saw To stand with me in awe Of your spirits winter To catch all of the splinters And bleeding in the cold The terror took a hold It stripped away my strength Through the winters length I’m shivering beside The river that I cried The season never changed Summer never came And so I start a fire Hazarding your ire to break the ice of lies still falling from your eyes |
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