No, it's okay, let's just be friends.
I should have known this was how it would end.
It wasn't like you'd said in fact
You ever wanted more than that -
The late night talks, the searching gaze,
Should not have rendered me amazed,
And I was wrong for you to fall,
Your stellar, beaming smile and all.
It's quite okay - I'm very used
To being no more than number two.
I like you - that I can't deny,
So with your company I'll suffice.
And kudos to your girlfriend, too.
She better had be good to you,
For nothing makes me angry like
A mistreated man that could be mine.
So
. . .
It's okay. We'll just be friends.
I'll be okay. I'll just pretend,
A
Hands in hands
We promised to this day
In front of the family album
You laugh and I smile...
Tomorrow is (A new chapter)
Even thought, (Happiness was a promise)
Please don't let my tears
Dry out alone!
I hoped you would embrace from behind.
All the shadows
Cast over my face!
Are meant for the devils to laugh out loud.
Connected
To our reality
The glittering light
That was following your eyes...
Was it (Your gift to me)
That was, (On my finger)
Or was (Your love for me)
Which was, (In your heart)
Please don't let my tears
Dry out alone!
I hoped you would embrace from behind.
All the shadows
Cast over my face!
Are meant for the devils to
Sleep my love, with one eye closed by TheLittleScooter, literature
Literature
Sleep my love, with one eye closed
Love of my life
I don't know why
that sayings' composed
Don't sleep with one eye open
Sleep with one eye closed
Oh darling
Don't be scared
The Darkness won't hurt you
Your soul shan't be snared
Please rest assured
No need to be composed
Sleep my love
With one eye closed
Though the Devils linger
And the Nightmares creep
I will defend you
While you're asleep
Please rest assured
No need to compose
A sonnet of the terror
Rest with one eye closed
Trust me love
I'll protect you through the night
I'll be your angel
I won't let those horrors bite
Please be assured
Bad memories enclosed
In my battle while you dream
With one eye closed
Some
give me poetry or give me death by Phan5everx2, literature
Literature
give me poetry or give me death
when the professor says to only read the most important,
instructs us on topic sentences and summaries,
we forget
how
beautiful
these
words
are
my ear is tuned to relevant information,
data, facts, numbers and dates,
but i revel in the extravagance,
the complex words that mean
nothing to my history books or index cards,
and everything to my heart
i have studied the way certain actions prelude a war,
i've got the periodic table imprinted on the inside of my eyelids
but i don't-don't-don't care
Care
n. noun/-verb
Interest, regard, or liking.
did not show the least care for her
To object or mind.
Masked Hypocrisy
Reality is everywhere
Just look around
Plain as the nose on your face
It eclipses religious idealism
Everywhere on earth
They forbade me to enjoy good health today
But hey! Monks may be sipping cocktails
Wine is a remedy from antiquity
Drunkards make it hard to enjoy
See reality
Religion is masked hypocrisy
Like Living Dead
My hair is white
From the grief
That you gave me, you never
Keep it
My eyes are red
Because I pass each night
Like a living dead
But I must live in the light
That you shine so brightly
Around my head
And it must be said
That you make me sad
I want to cry
I may find true peace
When I die
"Oh death, when it comes for me
I may or may not resist.
That opening in the ground
To enter, I need assist.
Will they bury or will they burn
Or simply float me in my longship?
I cannot claim to know these things;
I simply remain here in the dark.
Sometimes the subject makes me cringe --
But eventually I shall disembark!"
by Gytalf2000
Reinventing Reality ''The Revolution'' by AlterationAgo, literature
Literature
Reinventing Reality ''The Revolution''
επανάσταση || A Poetic Discussion of Philosophy with Luciferpt2 of 3
Reinventing Reality "The Revolution"
. . . . . . As space and time begin to bend, my mind expands as I come to understand the non existent. My grief intensifies within the massive confines of my memories; and all the while, previous humiliations holds my thoughts hostage within a cage, demanding that I face my fears, confront my demons and embrace my weaknesses, to better prepare for the uncertainty that lies ahead. . .
. . . . . . My path repaves as everything changes, yet I remain the same. Pain causes love to transcend