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Heart beat’s racing faster
Staring at my “Angel Eyes”, it
Sets my mind up for disaster.
Wishing I could run for miles.
Still I stepped into her limelight;
Waging war on love I’d never won.
Wishing I could run.
———-
Instead I find those emerald eyes
Glaring, until this pain subsides
Knowing this could never last
I kneel down and take her hand;
I can’t stay, “just friends”
It’s not the way I wished “us” to end
I don’t need a friend
———-
I can’t take the way he makes you feel.
Breaking a heart that never heals
From burns his words have made;
Turning to scars that never fade.
While I pick up the only pieces left
Like an obedient love-struck slave.
Never misbehaved.
No more than a maid.
———-
Not knowing why I wasn’t enough
Consumed the hope I’d never lost
From compliments you’ve made
To looks you swore you never gave
Your poison sunk into my veins
Lacing this knot in my blackened heart
Still hung by strings you conduct.
———-
 Sure I swore I’d always love you;
But this feeling’s fading fast
No longer is it enough to say “I do”.
A phrase I know to be overused.
The truth comes in a flash.
Four years of friendship, fades to black.
———-
But girl you know I tried.
I laid my heart across the line.
Still  it’s not enough.
Ran outta luck.
It’s not enough.
The last petal’s plucked;
She loves me not.

You call off the search before the body’s unearthed.

You know of its resting place yet you are silent.

You call off the search, citing impossible circumstances.

But what do they do? They follow the silent whore.

Chasing the sound of a Siren at work.

 

Only you could have purged his demons.

Yet you threw away the key.

You had a knack for condemning a true lover.

Sending them to the gallows for terminal affection.

 

Alas, not even a pitiful tear wet your steely eyes,

as you pulled the lever stiffening the rope

with a deafening crack. And you laughed.

You still laugh to this day. “He had it coming”

You dare say.

A simple rhyme for a simple mind.

It was the happiest and saddest moment of my summer
All in one sitting with you, My happiest and saddest.
The excitement of your smile brought on one of my own
A truly exquisite feeling, which no other can come close
Still in my broken mind, a time bomb awaits a trigger
When the feeling of serenity falls victim to displeasure

BY: Hopeless Romantic

I would like to lighten the mood this time ’round by letting you all see my FIRST ever graded poetry assignment. Okay sure, it’s not my FIRST EVER POEM. But it is the first one that my Sophomore English teacher allowed the students to have free reign and didn’t limit our vocabulary by allowing us to vent frustrations in the form of profanity if need be –only if it was used appropriately and not simply taking advantage of the opportunity– . The topic was “being an American” and what that specifically meant to you. Here is my version

I am America

I have the right to be free

The right to be me

No limits on what I say

If they try I’ll make them pay

No matter what you do,

The president won’t give a damn about you

I am free

No one will take it from me

You don’t believe me?

Then look at all the people in Iraq dying

Or, coming home to see their family crying

What’s a life to him but another dime?

He says he gives people everything but never any time

I am free

No democracy for me

Because dying for him is like a sin

I am an American

Free to roam the lands

Free to graze the sands

Free to break the laws as I choose

He can’t tell me what to do

No matter where or when

I won’t condescend

Not for his government

I’d rather pitch a tent

Or live in Willow Glen

I won’t give in

Not for him

Fighting for a nickel off the gas price?

He’s skating on thin ice

As a kid I watch the bombs falling,

Troops crawling

Dodging another bullet

It’s bullshit

Risking their lives for a guy

Who just watches his country die

Working for him is like rolling a pair of dice

You either get the Snake Eyes or you score a six twice

Nothing more to say

I realized I was free today.

I am an American

No longer in control. With every attempt to escape, the dark passenger refuses to fold. Lost in a daze through a mind turned maze. Every corner a new face, thought to be erased; a fresh ping of desire, one more log in the fire. Though no light breaks the seal, the burning sensation is soon revealed. The past becomes present. My future; non-existent.