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The Madman RunsThe madman runs away,
At the sound of the beating drums,
With the devil and his fiddle marching on his heels.
The scenes flash,
Black and white drawn between the line,
Where will the madman decide?
A world filled with the unknown,
How we are supposed to be scared of it all,
As the summer storms kick up in the winter light.
So who cares for the thunder,
When the lightning is touching down,
And your heart is lighting up with the beat of the drums.
The madman can fix it all,
But it got to a point where he asked,
Does anyone want an answer anymore or just to bitch?
Feed me your hatred,
Feed me your anger,
Feed me your insanity.
Scream at the unfair stance,
Scream at the mistreatment,
Scream at the petty helplessness,
And tell me,
Did you care,
When you could stand?
Come and let the storm land,
As the thunder counts to a beat of four,
A heart beat on the height of choice and fear.
But don't you know,
This scene is meaningless,
And this whole play is worthless because the lead is dead.
Faces as we ageShow me a smile in age,
Show me a light in the time,
Show me a world that is worth our lives.
When so young and new,
Nothing can stop us and nothing is impossible,
So strong and brave from a world that reigns so cold.
Show me hope in life,
Show me power in latter years,
Show me belief in fellow men earned.
As we age,
How we betray ourselves,
Or is it the world who is the one who betrays?
Faces drop and sag,
As the weary eyes stay tired,
Why oh why are we all so mad?
Show me a dream,
Show me a life worth living,
Show me a bond of families.
When we age,
How tired we grow,
From failure and defeat punctuate that the pages.
Is the face of rage,
the only mask we wear,
As we reach Death's door?
Show me a happy time,
Show me a way through the night,
Show me a gentle hand that will hold mine.
How weary is this page,
With the slashed out words,
As we strike at each other for lines.
Success and defeat,
Twists truth and lies,
For the victor simply ignores the rest.
Give me the strength to see it r
My Stone WallI am a stone wall,
This life is my war,
Friends are clay that mend.
As the chips crack,
Raging with scarlet teeth.
Each patch heals,
As another wound,
Forms above or below.
As the stone corrodes,
For the mends are surface deep.
These cracks reappear,
As the patches fade and melt,
From the flames of cannon fire.
Is it my blacked heart,
Or this grayed world we define,
That keeps chipping at my defense?
Thoughts in confusion,
As the clay melts around.
And all I do is fall,
From my high tower,
On the top of my broken stone wall.
ChaosReach for me,
Wrapped in arms,
Or in tightened golden silk.
As the fake dove wings,
Fall lower down the base of my spine.
What is a devil,
And why do eyes charm,
Calming smile sent to claim my heart.
Are those tears,
Real as they fall,
In salty waves from your face?
As we try,
All we do is survive.
Am I safe,
Are your fingers,
Laced with poison?
Are your toxins,
Worse then what I spew,
With my darkened wings and muted voice?
A broken story,
A cracked doll,
And wounded hearts.
And flawed from the start.
VenomAre you deadly,
Toxic with each breath,
As I take in your scent.
Are you poison,
With fingers laced,
By venom soaked in the tips.
Do your words,
Burn my flesh,
Just like the confusion in me.
Are you evil,
Am I even good,
Or are we all just a mixing bowl?
Is your touch,
Rough on my heart,
Even though its silk to my skin?
Would see this dream,
And ignore the spin of the dime,
As our coins fall from our pockets.
Poison to breath in,
Acid to spit out with bile,
Where do you stand in all this mess?
Maybe the scene will bend,
As the light twists the screen,
And the bile will become a different hue.
Leading Lass of FrownsCome on and dance,
With a smile plastered,
Upon those lips so ruby red.
You wanna live,
I wanna sing out loud,
As both hands take charge of the supporting cast.
Be a leader,
Be a flame that burns,
Bright as the morning star.
Don't let this somber defeat you,
As the rain pours down onto dew,
Sing out louder in the thunder cloud.
Sing out through the clouds,
As the shadows fog surround,
With all of our echoes piercing the sky.
Be the leading Lass,
And I'll sing in the courtroom,
As our jury shouts for crushing judgment.
So don't break in the rain,
As the color fades in the drain,
And lush eyes turn to duller hues.
I wanna scream,
And you wanna lead,
Not the shadow's stand.
Sing it out right now,
As the leading lass of frowns,
Swing the lips and turn the scene upside down.
Prism City and Mourning DuesTrapped in the prism city,
Vibrate with colors and hues,
Yet darkened by mourning dues.
Greener grasses grow,
In cities of rust and mold,
Yet where no one feels so old.
Free me from my wonderland,
Where knowledge and art are at the finger tips,
But freedom and dreams dry up from the fountain's drip.
Save me from my golden hues,
But I'll never come to rely on you,
For in my heart there is no room for Guru
Take me from the grinding gears,
And leave me to my world of fears,
Knowing I'll never shed for you my tears.
Trapped in a life so dull,
All that remains are dried up hulls,
Left as darkened dust and skulls.
Release me from my chains,
And feel the heat that burns in my veins,
As I'll take control and regain my broken reins.
Use me Bruise MeI'll sell you my flesh,
A dime a minute,
Use me, Bruise me,
Need me, Deceive Me.
In the morning,
In the evening,
All the time in between.
I'll sell you my mind,
A quarter a minute.
Use me, Bruise me,
Want me, Haunt me
I'll warm your sheets,
I'll tickle your brain,
And I'll make butterflies fly.
I'll sell you my heart,
A dollar a minute,
Use me, Bruise me,
Love me, Cut me.
With a knife claim me,
Cutting up the safety tape,
Wrapped around my soul.
I'll sell you my soul,
A penny a minute,
Use me, Bruise me,
Hate me, Break me.
With no refrain,
Be the ruler and I'll be the slave,
Laying your law into my flesh.
Do we Know?You cannot see,
The feeling locked,
Deep within me,
How we say,
“You cannot see,
The pain you're causing me.”
Why so blind,
And to those around?
What do you feel,
When you wake and sleep,
What do you desire day in and day out?
Pout and plead,
Scream and claw at me,
Tearing down walls and scenes.
Do we know,
Do you know,
Do I know?
The strain on me,
The strain on you,
The strain on we?
Is it pain,
When you smile at me,
Or is it fear you wear with cheers?
Why is my face,
Monotone covered in fury,
Why can't I try to lie a sigh?
On all of me,
Do you see the strain?
Show me your sanity,
Of all our pointless worries,
All of it reveal to broken queens.
Pain and tears,
Lace the pages so dully,
Stand beyond the grasp of memory.
Do we know insanity,
With all the lies we hold,
Or are we lying from reality?
Do we know,
Do we even want to,
Know the thoughts of others?
Dry your tears with me,
As lips curl upwards and we say,
ExposureThere are so many reasons to pick a four leafed clover.
There are so many reasons to cry and die and fight over.
There are so many reasons to let my pulse have a different composer.
There are so many reasons to smile and laugh and stay sober.
There are so many reasons why I can't love her.
The Empty ChairThe evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
Soon to topple downwards
Into a mess never to be cleansed
By its unknowing argumentative owners
Who didn't even notice the fall of their creation
And who most likely wouldn't care if they did notice
For the focus has always been on the endless argument
Never on the silent growing of a disastrous and deadly storm
Who finally snapped and unleashed hell upon the people below
But not an outwards hell like the one formed from the argument
An inner hell like that of a personal fire that was never ceased of coal
And now the aftermath, a broken tower and an outward hell forever evolving
And at rubble dear but glance do deser
SleepIf I could sleep believe me I would, but it's not
as easy as it looks.
The constant fear of running the wrong way,
bad dream, bad story to say.
Don't fall too deep, because the darkness can keep -
keep the warmest part of your soul and
rip it to pieces then let it go.
Broken you will wander the world like I am,
imagination will be all you have.
The voices won't tell you the right way, you will hide,
but will be unable to run away.
Hear me, go to sleep, don't think too deep.
It will catch you and make you belong.
Close your eyes but not for too long.
Stay awake just enough to fulfill what you need,
hallways full of paths are nearby, doors with broken
keys. But once you find yourself, you will find the
shiny one you really need.
© Martina H.
La amistad y el amor no se compranMuchos padres que están acostumbrados, a vivir de lujos y quieren lo mismo para sus hijos, quieren que se relacionen con personas que tengan su mismo nivel económico, por que dice que ellos le pueden dar de todo, pero hay algo que no se compra y es el cariño.
El dinero solo compra cosas materiales, pero que es mejor ¿tener mucho dinero y estar solo, o tener lo necesario y estar acompañado?
No les pueden decir los padres a los hijos que su bien estar debe enfocarse solo en lujos.
Muchos que tiene dinero resultan ser muy groseros, y se burlan de la gente pobre o media, pero no se dan cuenta de que ellos también tiene sentimientos, pueden no tener lo mejor para vivir pero tiene lo necesario, y viene siendo mas honrados porque pueden no vivir con reyes pero ellos tiene mas que cariño tiene apoyo.
En la amistad uno no debe de comprarla con regalos, debe ganársela con respeto y amabilidad, si tiene amigos solo por que les dan cosas, que
me siento sola, abatida sin ganas de ver a nadie y me pongo a pensar....
¿Porque es asi?
Aveces pienso... que en en realidad no hay nadie que me comprenda realmente y tan vez es asi...
Aveces siento que nadie me escucha que soy invisible y eso aveces puede ser bueno pero la soledad aveces puede ser mejor que la compañia... asi no tenidria a nadie que me criticara los conosca o no, es mas doloroso no escucharlo...
No lo se, no se por que siento que todavia no he encontrado a esa persona que me comprenda que me entienda que pueda entenderme con solo mirarme, aveces las personas me preguntan que tengo sin saber ni siquiera mi exprecion, tal vez por que me ven callada o seria y en realidad no me entienden y por eso digo que no hay con quien pueda tener una coneccion, alguien que en verdad me entienda, que con tan solo mirarme a los ojos me diga lo que siento que sea esa persona que me entienda de verdad, es por eso que aveces me siento como un fantasma, ese es uno d
UntitledNo. I can't believe this. Why am I happy? I have good grades and friends and things I don't deserve. I'm suspicious. Life never lets me be happy like this! I don't know what'll happen, but I know this won't last.
What About LoveThere's something about love.
Some sick, masochistic need that everyone possesses.
That they would do anything to have it in their lives,
despite the fact that it has the capability
to tear you apart from the inside, out.
To love is to destroy.
Any baby you can tear me apart all you'd like,
because maybe it will break me,
but there's this feint possibility
that maybe it will save me first.
What becomes of a silent dream,
When the speaker no longer sees a thing,
Show me a world of wonder where eyes are aflame.
Who dares lose a voice,
To even their own doubt,
As the clock winds down for all,
Each word is chocked out,
Of bored and tired throats,
Or pained fingers that say nothing at all.
A million times,
One must question the world,
If they dream to be heard at all.
Some will live forever,
As their dreams march on,
Be it in infamy or other arcs.
A young child will scream,
Outwards to the heavens and Lord on high,
A dream and will that will change temper in the age.
Not all goals,
Are ones measured,
In the glitter of gold.
Give me your heart,
Once my words do earn,
Mastery of emotion and pen.
For as said before,
I dream to understand Man,
And empower happiness because I can.
Thus all twitches of loss,
When the pen goes mute,
Are brought deep into thought.
To ponder each stance,
And better learn self,
From wounds and from cocoons.
Dream and Dream,
One can do so without action
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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