A Birthday Poem for my one and only by jerseyse410, literature
Literature
A Birthday Poem for my one and only
Happy Birthday:
Dark and morbid but ever so shy,
a fascination explained but never a why.
She visits cemeteries with an inquisitive mind,
but I wonder one day if bones she will find.
A day of celebration for her birth arises,
and yet she wonders what will be the prizes?
Another year has passed its time in silence,
but the soul it seems only increases in vibrance.
Not the best I know but more questions I ponder,
even in the morning when she has a tendency to wander.
Sometimes nervous and at others anxious,
Always on my toes but ever gracious.
Hard to write because I know so little,
but in writing here a poem I whittle.
A present in form but
Anger clouds and rumbles through,
like a storm front coming into view.
Bringing aggression like lightning,
even to myself it can be quite frightening.
I wish it wasn't there or that it wouldn't stay,
because to my loved ones it does nothing but betray.
I want it to protect and I want it to guard,
but all it does is wound and leave others scarred.
sadness follows because of what its done,
I can only see in retrospect and turn to run.
but that's not right to run from my issues,
I need not to be a coward and stand by my virtues.
I can't really say that I always felt wrong,
but inside I knew that I was far from strong.
Running certa
The Reprive of the Downtrodden by jerseyse410, literature
Literature
The Reprive of the Downtrodden
Seemingly tired and rarely happy,
making me wonder what it will take.
I wonder if this might be too sappy,
but when you're like this my heart does break.
Wondering if you can truly be at peace,
or if you have your own mental dream?
Wishing the unhappiness would cease,
so I could hear that smile with a gleam.
Sometimes close but never far,
wondering how long you will stay.
I wish i could take your burdens and scar,
but i know not how much they will weigh.
One day peace and happiness will you find,
but until that day never cry too hard.
For that moment when together are your heart and mind,
you can lay down that wall the one I ca
Late at night trying to sleep,
eyelids falling like a widows weep.
Rain hits the windows and start to seep,
i wonder if the window seal is gonna keep.
Hot and cold and never just right,
outside my window is a moonlit night.
Hearing the mosquitos buzz and bite,
thank god im not out in that humid night.
Wondering if my room is properly lit,
or if its just my sleepy eyes throwing a fit?
Looking at my keyboard through just a slit,
i really should call it a night and just quit.
As i sit here and at the monitor i stare,
its like in my mind is an angry rampaging bear.
Words being thrown around giving my poetry a flair,
trying to wrack
You lay your hair down
along the side of this great road we call life
each strand another memory
watch the butterflies swirl around you
they come to see you shine
they settle on you
each curve of your body a new mountain along the horizon of tomorrow
the tide comes and goes around us
you never put a toe in
you dive in
like you have no fear
like you know what lies at the bottom
like you know what lies at the bottom of my heart
if only you would smile for me
if only you would smile for me the butterflies might sing
sing along with the perfect sunrise that lives in your eyes
smile for me once
and I will never need you to lay yo
Memories come flashing back it seems,
you never find me in time.
I get lost and wonder what it means,
sitting here trying to make it ryhme.
I remember the days we had,
smiling never felt so good.
Why does life always feel so bad,
but i tried to do what i could.
The future finds me,
and the past escapes.
What was once was glee,
is nothing in my mind but shapes.
Finding peace is like finding gold,
wondering if its real or just for a fool?
The heart always feels so bold,
but then i just end up feeling like a tool.
A Birthday Poem for my one and only by jerseyse410, literature
Literature
A Birthday Poem for my one and only
Happy Birthday:
Dark and morbid but ever so shy,
a fascination explained but never a why.
She visits cemeteries with an inquisitive mind,
but I wonder one day if bones she will find.
A day of celebration for her birth arises,
and yet she wonders what will be the prizes?
Another year has passed its time in silence,
but the soul it seems only increases in vibrance.
Not the best I know but more questions I ponder,
even in the morning when she has a tendency to wander.
Sometimes nervous and at others anxious,
Always on my toes but ever gracious.
Hard to write because I know so little,
but in writing here a poem I whittle.
A present in form but
Tsukuyomi Moon Phase Episode 1 by jerseyse410, literature
Literature
Tsukuyomi Moon Phase Episode 1
A vampire in a castle all alone,
The girl in the painting is but a ghost.
Stashed away behind walls of stone,
Behind a mask a keeper watches, this is his post.
A trio approaches a mountainous castle,
The girl in the photos on a ledge so high.
Ancient walls loom before, making entry but a hassle,
An old fortress known to locals as a place to come and die.
A man passes through the barrier, seeing what should not be,
Spirits clouding all around, telling him to leave.
Into the darkness and what does he see?
A girl he meets or so she seems on the full moons eve.
Out of the shadows, she floats as if on air,
A shining white dress worn b
The Life Which I Was Given by jerseyse410, literature
Literature
The Life Which I Was Given
I dream of world I cannot see,
A world of free of hate and strife.
I wonder what if satan had never come to be,
Adam and Eve living such a glorious life.
We are bound on this earth as if we cannot flee,
Wondering, waiting if we can ever overcome.
The original sin, the one who died for me,
The perfect self that I dream I can become.
The life I had, the life I want,
God became Christ, Christ became savior.
Christ became love, Christ became not,
I live, I die, what can I say for my own behavior?
This world that has been set before me,
It was made and given for me to live.
A guardian, a watcher I was made to be,
What can I do, for
Glistening branches shimmer vividly in the snow,
Tree trunks full of sap awaiting winters cold.
Everything a blur of white as the wind doth blow,
Winters frigid gusts put everything on hold.
The colors of nature swarming all around,
Hues of yellow, red and orange make fall a rainbow of color.
Piles of leaves everywhere it seems, resting on the soft cold ground,
Signifying natures release into a pale, white paler.
A blazing desert seemingly scorched by hell,
Shimmering heat rises from the hot sands.
The oppressing air sounding like deaths knell,
Water sucked dry creating deadly, empty lands.
The sounds of newly formed life fill eve
Waiting day after day only to see your face,
My heart throbs with longing if only for a minute.
Your smell, your touch, your laugh, your sounds,
All bring me to my knees in but an instant.
These feelings I have I know not from where they came,
Disturbing my silent soul and making every moment ache.
Why arent you here, why arent you near,
The mere image of you in my mind set my fears aside.
Waiting for you to come, waiting for you to be near me,
Everyday seems to be lengthened beyond reality.
The sun rises slower and slower, the moon is up ever longer,
Why must I not be allowed to have you all the time?
I remember an im
You held me,
You bathed me.
You fed me,
You protected me.
You cried for me,
You smiled for me.
You loved me,
You wanted me.
You concieved me,
You carried me.
You bore me,
You raised me.
You did all this for me, but can i do this for one of my own?
Angels above,
Demons below.
A heart of love,
A desire to know.
The original sin,
The forthright betrayal.
The demon within,
An ugly portrayal.
The battle was fought,
And God prevailed.
He was cast into nought,
The takeover had failed.
The sin was vain,
But pride was his fall.
To the just he is bane,
To the wicked he is all.
The father of lies,
The most jealous of all.
Always in disguise,
Sitting there waiting to enthral.
But not all is dark,
There is a light to see.
Christ comes with a mark,
He comes bearing a decree.
Live by my fathers way,
And you shall be free.
The price for your sins i shall pay,
One in three I
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