Oh, I knew a boy named Clyde
He looks a lot like you
give or take a foot or two
He always liked to eat peanuts
with the outer shell still intact
If I'd have known what would happen
I'd never have actually let it happen, a fact
Chorus--I remember the day that he died
drowned his sorrows in Downy and Tide
I grew this beard to remember him by
It's wet from the tears that I cried
I never asked for this to start with
so why did this happen to me?
no i don't remember asking for this...
but I'm sorry for all that I ruined
My sharp words made your manservant leave
Outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don't bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It's Christmas time again
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers
And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
It's Christmas time again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.
Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage
And even though the jail didn't have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)
It's Christmas time again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won't be home
I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won't be home
>_>
the monotonous screaming of wind
silence
the sun arises with hate
each day we bury
in silence
the funeral of our lives
each day sublimes
into silence
while the frozen whispers of morning
caress black robes and torches
pale hands clutching roses
petals fade to grey
time creeps to a trickle
just one bloody drop
a day
the make-believe procession
before they're cast away
so far from eternity, too close to home. To love is to live but, what do I to give?
From beginning to end and back again. Is it our will that bends, every time the old wound mends?
When all is ash and the embers fade, reminiscent of the memories we've made. Joy and pain are one an the same when fighting to stay sane. Nightmares and dreams are are but quite screams.
Inside and out, riddled with doubt, scaring the heart burning red hot... Forget-me-not.
The days become blacker, darker, shadows from overhead,
Casting eerie shapes upon the ground in which she stands,
Tears dripping, dripping, falling from pale blue eyes,
Down to the deepest pools of red in which she stands.
Standing there half naked, shivering sweating,
Believing she’s unable to run, unable to hide, unable to hide,
All this time spent building it up, and not telling any one,
Unable to contain the anger welling inside.
She unleashes two almighty blows
This was it, the final straw
Her fragile frame rocking in the wind
She let out an ear piercing call
The glint of an object falling from her hand
Landing with a clatter on the floor
Covered with the deep red of her arms
She slowly makes her way to the floor
The room begins to swirl, creating a whirlpool of blur
She feels cold and empty, as she continues to fall
Falling, crumbling, curling into nothing
Yet beyond the mist, there’s a familiar call
Darkness overcomes her, and pulls her further away
No more pain, no more suffering, from the life that she once had
No more tormenting and gearing people
Making her feel so sad
Yet this voice continues to speak
Telling her it will be alright, and that she’s there to help her
And the mere warm touch of her hand
Was just enough to keep her barely there
Now she can hear sirens approaching
They’re coming to get her, to keep her soul here on earth
But she wants to let go, wants to be free
Wants to finally feel the sweet taste of mirth
The lights are flashing blue, red, blue, red
This was it, the time for her everlasting sleep
She took a final breath and whispered, ‘I’m sorry’
Then all that was left was the sound of the machine – beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep
That last poem was awesome! It was dark but I feel like this girl sometimes myself. I get depressed about a lot of things and think the same things that this poems puts out. Keep them coming!
this is one of my poems that is getting published in a book called "Immortal Verses Series" and here is the poem
To an Angel From my Heart
Our love and care for you
can not be explained
we can't help but...
morn and cry for your death.
You changed our lives and many more
you brought us joy and happiness
even closer together
but it was your time to go
a time we all wish would have come later
now all we have are memories.
Memories which will be treasured for always.
In our hearts lives an angel
an angel named Melainegh Isabella Pedraza
