House Of The ForgottenBroke into the houseHouse Of The Forgotten by DylanSeto
of the forgotten but -
What I was looking for.
Came upon a chair
made of tear fall
Found a fireplace filled
of screams and mourns,
Saw how the halls
Twist and turn,
Saw the walls
Evade my sight.
Saw The ceilings hold
on to heaven's gate.
Broke into the house
of the forgotten.
What I was looking for.
Forever TrappedWhispers little whispers convey the torment built insideForever Trapped by JakeH139
So many different voices and none seem satisfied
And if I say they’ve gone, well then to you I’ve lied
A puppet tries to puppeteer in a funny twist of fate
Yet the strings he holds do not control and so he sits and waits
Torment builds and torment holds and nothing can it sate
Happiest is he when he pretends things not to see
For seeing is believing, no it is best to be naive
Best to be alone and then all reality is simply me
Change no one likes, they prefer dollars over dimes
To ask for it is folly and I can only change what’s mine
And mine is much of nothing, just a growing debt to time
This feeling is best described as some form of driven rage
Defiance to the bars that help define my cage
For some seek out the light but the shadows are my stage
I am not suicidal, nor am I the slightest bit depressed
Just wrathful at things to which my actions are repressed
I see it all so clearly, it mocks me, but cannot be a
God is in the ovenFlour and eggs,God is in the oven by StrigiFormsFear
milk and a
pinch of salt
Heat and unify
And the cake rises
Pride (Rest in Peace)Should I be here no longer,Pride (Rest in Peace) by VioletRogue
Should I be gone with morning light,
Should I die along with your scorn,
I pray that every day you might:
Remember the anguish I caused your heart.
Remember the tears that flooded your eyes.
Remember the cold that buried your soul,
As you thought of the things you couldn't have.
Remember that hatred you had in your bones
For the people who had more than you.
Remember the anguish from which you nearly drowned.
Remember the will to hold tight to your frown.
Remember how little I gave to your life.
Remember how all I caused was strife.
Remember the things that were hard to swallow.
Remember how I made you hollow.
Remember that my existence gave nothing to you.
Remember all that I put you through.
Remember how I destroyed your soul.
Remember how I left you feeling less than whole.
Remember that I bring nothing but pain.
Remember that from me, you have nothing to gain.
Remember that I am a cruel deceiver,
Stripping you of your once-sweet demeanor.
Remember that I
interconnectedLinked up by a power cableinterconnected by StrigiFormsFear
running through one ear, out of the other.
Dangling, we are mounted taxidermy
embalmed with flesh and blood
Linked up by a power cable
Its pumping rationed nutrition
and endorphins. No toes twitching. We
disconnected our spines
and our eyeballs are transfixed
on the ground below us,
and its permanently twelve P-M
and we’re afraid to blink fearing
missing everything as the sun
scolds the back of our blistered
necks whilst it crucifies itself
Too ColdThe day is long,Too Cold by shelleypalmer
the wine has gone...
I’ve nothing left to offer.
And outside there,
are trees stripped bare,
I think, with me, they suffer.
The cosy fire
retains your ire,
It does not warm me through.
The ashes shift,
as did the rift,
that widened as rifts do.
I count the hours
and icy showers.
Outside - chill winds do blow
thin and comfortless.
It’s cold enough for snow.
I wait for night,
to ease my plight,
to pile the blankets on.
But no amount
of blankets now
can warm me since you’ve gone.
PerspectiveI sit atop a lonely hillPerspective by shelleypalmer
and all beneath is quiet and still.
The thrum of busy life has gone,
its timpani will beat at morn.
Birds gather under eaves of night,
before they take the day’s end flight.
Till then I sit and let dusk glance
around me as the stars advance.
Light is fading, candles lit,
Memories reaching from a pit,
climbing up the hill to me,
blindly for they cannot see.
I’m steeped in shadows from the past,
knowing that they cannot last -
these sightless things, they strive to feel,
And reach to me atop the hill.
But brief are those that take my breath,
and render me a taste of death,
as I lay upon this silent hill,
not knowing what I really feel.
Dawn’s light arrives unflickering,
my breath returns, so I breathe in
and truth is telling very clearly,
the fact that I once loved you dearly..
I lay upon a silent hill,
Remembering all – as time stood still.
This perfect place with wondrous view,
the only thing it lacks is you.
Candles and FlamesFaith is like a candle,Candles and Flames by SoulFire10
It is not the flame,
And it can exist without the flame.
The flame burns off the candle,
And you will need to replenish the wax,
And the wick.
Faith is like a candle,
It can exist without the flame,
But then it would be of no use.
Why would you want a candle,
When it is never lit?
The spirit is like a flame,
It needs fuel,
And different fuel,
Will result in different flames.
Logs make good fuel,
But they will burn out,
And you will have to chop down another tree,
In order to keep the fire burning.
Leaves can be fuel,
But they don't last long.
And will leave a smoke trail.
What about a candle?
I can then place the flame wherever i want,
Perhaps place it in a lantern,
And take it with me,
Down the road.
It will burn slowly,
And i wont need to replace it terribly often.
The spirit is the flame that lights my path,
And my faith is the candle who's wax keeps it lit.
Dress for Church"Go change, you want to look nice for church, don't you?"Dress for Church by SoulFire10
Why should what I wear to church matter?
Am I trying to impress someone?
Didn't God say "come as you are."?
Why should I dress up and act like something I'm not?
Isn't God able to see through my disguise?
If I'm not trying to impress God,
Am I trying to trick my fellow Christians?
But aren't we called to love and accept each other as we are?
Why should I act like I'm fine and able,
When the church should be a place,
Full of Love, Comfort, and Healing?
Unbolted SnapeIt's those brief thoughts of....Unbolted Snape by ScarletQuill
or am I just fooling myself?
It is easier than -
finding mistletoe on a shelf.
I'm freezing staring at the stars
while they are warm inside.
Why am I still hanging around
when I would rather hide?
As a pirate who looks for a thread-
which will undo the hangman's rope.
It is the thoughts of damned soul...
there is still an impossible hope.
It's said nice guys finish last
and in the end there are debts we pays.
I will hold you in my heart -
for now... forever ..and for always.
valentine'stoday,valentine's by omnibusjeremius
i got a red rose
from a loved one.
i snipped off the flower
and kept the thorns,
as she stared at me in shock.
i told her
that I loved her, but that
i would rather be profound
My Confusing MindCan you help with my confusing head?My Confusing Mind by AwsomeIsRed
Or would you be as lost like me?
As I try to answer so many questions,
But always failing in this strange type of end.
Where I’m lost and afraid to leave this very place,
As I’m to scared of getting out of here.
Since outside these walls is the world of work.
From day to night, with so little rest.
To be alone,
And to do things on my own.
Since this world is filled with labor,
With a pay within these wagers,
Will always be the one in filth and greed,
As they’ll make me pay for almost everything.
I’m frightened to be in such a world,
As I only feel that I will only fail.
To go with the flow of this society,
Since I can only go to my own path,
That I have made long ago.
And as that life is getting closer,
I still don’t know on what I’m taking.
As I don’t think I’ll ever print,
Another product again,
Since I know I’ll only screw up.
Cause, isn’t that what I always do?
I try to win,
Nocturnal PoetryNocturnal PoetryNocturnal Poetry by Krikak
Nocturnal poetry, the sound of the life,
Flames in my heart, the words of love are rife.
Suffering from the bitter pain I was voicelessly screaming.
Caught up by my own demons, never even dreaming,
That one day, the darkness within me would be vanished,
By the eternal light of yours with love so deep replenished,
We would rise from the ashes, not in the distant future, but today,
Standing together inside flames…
We would forget about the pain of yesterday.
Those things never even dreamt are becoming true.
You’re the light in the dark night’s blue,
The life running through my veins,
Getting me rid of all chains.
The last thing I have in my mind at the evening,
Belongs to you…
So as the first thought at the morning.
Nocturnal poetry, the lines written by feelings,
Guided by the heart, staying day-dreaming.
I’ve never thought that I’d feel alive once again,
That one day it will be the end of the rain.
You’ve showed me the b
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