Hi hello
first of all I thought you should know
that nothing shines brighter than your smiles glow
Well, I guess I should start
with something a tad more from the heart
Yet I find myself tongue tied when we are apart
There's always a million and one things I wish I could say
but does it really matter at the end of the day
I'm just searching for the word that will make you wanna stay
Whether it be an hour, a minute, or just a second longer
cause when your standing next to me I feel a tad stronger
yet weaker in the knees
oh geez
don't repeat this please
I tell you now how I truly feel
So you know these words aren't fiction, so you know th
I wish, how I wish, I could just dismiss
that longing feeling, that search for a kiss
Its like I'm trapped between the heart and the mind
searching through feelings, yet coming up blind
My heart pushes forward, my conscience pushes back
and all the while I worry, if I'm on the right track
Am I too demanding? should I pull away?
Or do you long for my touch? Do you want me to say...
"That there is one thing worth more than gold
that slight chance for your heart I hold"
Yet I keep my own heart locked behind mental bars
for it has become a wild thing with too many scars
Yet these days it grows wilder still
for the sight of your heart, has
What if every time we committed sin
It was marked upon our skin?
And to be naked meant they knew our past
I bet we all would want to undress last
Adults would have such a hard time disciplining their kid
when just under their shirt the truth they hid
And how many preachers would have to sit down
because can a marked up man make honest sound?
All the prisoners would hold a grudge
when put away by a marked up judge
Or would we never be able to throw stones again?
because we found out we're all the same in the end.
If I could play
Sounds through words
I'd be playing them now.
Like the strings of a violin,
I'd awe you
With such smoothness.
Effortless vibrations
Rising on falling under the heat
Of a rigid string.
The horns would stretch their necks,
And howl at the golden chandelier.
The flute,
It's body so nimble,
Will scream its own tune,
Struggling to be heard,
But heard sorrowfully none the less.
Cellos bow
Like the gentlemen they are.
They are the weeping higher power
That all fall upon.
The drums open their mouths,
And doom a broken society.
The symbols clash
And try all rise.
Every corrupted piece.
And fall in harmony.
Shed a tear for the Marine by Ghostjay55, literature
Literature
Shed a tear for the Marine
Shed a tear for the Marine
for he is not allowed to cry
He's as tough as he can be
And they're never allowed to hide
Shed a tear for the Marine
for when the world is calling
They are the first ones to the field
To fight for those that have fallen
I shed a tear for my Marine
For he means the world to me
And I feel safer now at night
Knowing he's watching over me
Shed a tear for the Marine
For time doesn't fly by
Three long months in Paris Island
And he's a Marine until he dies
So Shed a tear for the Marine
For he is not allowed to cry
He is more than just a soldier
He is a friend to all mankind
Your eyes are wide open, yet you can not see. by Zuky2001, literature
Literature
Your eyes are wide open, yet you can not see.
Your whole life you live,
All your time you spend,
With your eyes wide open.
You can see all the faces,
You can go many places,
But the world you never truly see.
You live in the blind zone,
Your eyes see only that which they wish for you to believe.
You know not of terrors that lurk in the shadows,
You see only the light that brightens your face.
But out there in the storm clouds,
Beneath all the sunshine,
are the tortured expressions,
The faces of pain and of loss and of hopelessness.
Never once have you seen them,
Never once have you heard,
As they cry for your help,
And they beg for your good.
And because of your blindness,
Your inab
When I close my eyes I see a place of peace,
I see a world with happiness, love and goodwill,
I see a world with care for the Earth and all It’s inhabitants.
I do not see a world with no pain or hard times,
I see a world where united, as one, we fight through the pain,
we weather our storms.
When I close my eyes I see a world where everything and everyone is equal,
Where no murder exists and death is not something that we have to worry about.
When I close my eyes I dream of a place without cruelty,
a place where everyone has the chance to live life to its fullest and not regret anything.
But when I open my eyes I’m bac
Therapists, I don't like their taste. by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
Therapists, I don't like their taste.
i.
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
ii.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
iii.
inexperienced,
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
iv.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through