Here is a poem i wrote resently
Welcome to my superficial world,
with superficial values
with superficial cares,
that no one cares about.
In a superficial place,
in my superficial head
I say superficial things,
that no one hears or cares about.
Hear the superficial truth,
from a superficial person
with a superficial life,
that no one looks at or cares about.
Look at that supid little boy,
with normal love and values.
He wants a some what fantasy world,
that's fun to a super loving heart.
But fantasy is fake.
It is never real,
so don't worry or care about it.
But before it's over and you want to die,
here's how to handle it:
Create a superficial world,
with superficial values
with superficial cares,
that no one cares about.
Cause in my superficial head,
that loves and likes and hates,
I cry out to a not existing lover.
But I'll be fine
behind the mask
of superficial values.
I'll be fine
as they all believe
in my superficial ways.
So lead the superficial life,
with superficial values,
and no one will bother you
with your suicidal troubles.
Here is another one i wrote.
During the day my body is beaten.
The sun and its followers chase me,
Hunt me down and feed on me.
They mutilate my body.
They make any trace of me unregonisable.
They force my soul into the shadows of my mind,
The only shady place in the day.
I lay quietly waiting to die,
Waiting for this agonising pain to go away,
Just waiting.
Then the sunsets slowly in what seemed hours.
And it’s like none of it happened,
Cause I’m floating in the air.
Growing,
As vines, twisting, glowing vines emerge from me
Reaching out into the night,
Reaching out into the endless shadow,
Cause you see.
I own the night.
And in the night my soul comes out.
It treads on the balance of sanity
And the dream world in the night.
In the night my lover never fails to meet me
After the day,
Cause the shadow of night will always cover the day.
And when I reach the very edge of sanity,
That seems like logic of science,
I jump,
I jump into this dream where I rule.
I can really see the Angels now,
I can really see the light.
I spend hours ruling my domain,
Cause you see,
I rule the night.
When I wake,
I find myself beaten again
And my vines gone along with the Angels
And the light they brought.
I have been beaten again.
Destroyed again.
And before my soul had a chance to hide again.
So now my soul lay beaten, bruised
And open for all to see.
They all dare to take a peek at the
Bloody, dirty rag soul,
But I dare them to wait till night.
I watch the sun,
Waiting agonisinly for it to set,
Waiting for the shadow to come back
So I can grow once more,
And jump into the light
And cover the shadow with light.
I lay bearly weezing air into my lungs,
Bearly living,
Bearly waiting,
Waiting for the day to end.
Cause then my extra limb will come
And cover the day
And all.
I am the limb.
I am the night.
But still I wait.
Cause you see,
I rule,
I am.
I own the night.
I will forget them
Because they’re not like me.
They don’t see it like me,
They don’t be it like me.
In the night I create light
So I can see
The night,
So I can run my fingers over the night,
As if my face,
So I know the night,
My home,
So I know the kingdom that rescues me after I’m beaten.
I swim through the night,
Searching it’s memories.
Memories of hell,
The firey pits of day,
The memories of me
The memories of my lover
The memories of me scared
The memories of me growing
The memories of me becoming,
The memories of the night.
They may be able to beat me, kill me, bruise me during the day,
But in the night I’ll heal
And I’ll be scared no more.
They may hunt me in the day
They may eat me in the day
They may cook me during the day.
But in the night,
I’ll emerge from their dead bodies as before.
Cause you see no matter what you do to me,
I’ll always have the night.
So just hope for morning,
Wait for morning,
Heal in the morning.
Cause you see.
I own the night.
That's all for now. Add your own if u want.
Love and Light
The Dragon Lovind Bard
I hope you all like........
Little cow-boy what have you heard,
up on the lovely rath's green mound?
Only the plantive yellow bird
Sighing in sultry fields around,
Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee!
Only the grasshopper and the Bee?~
'Tip~tap, rip~rap,
Tick~a~tack~too!
Scarlet leather, sewn together,
This will make a shoe.
Left, right, pull it tight;
Summer days are warm;
Underground in winter,
Laughing at the storm!'
Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you not catch the the tiny clamour,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the leprechaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade?
He's a span and a quarter in height.
Get him and hold him tight,
And your a made man!
~~~~~~Hope you liked it!
Lyair.
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