"Poetry of the Past" Part 3

Jan 29, 2010

"Ride"

Her life, a mystery.
Her scars, they tell
this story you know so well.
Her hands are cold.
Her Lips alone,
Shes lost her soul to Hell.
She has become
the Ice Queen.
She'll rip your heart out,
She can be that mean.
She no longer cares
for mankind.
She no longer tries
to make it right.
She's just a prisoner,
along for the ride.

His life, a misery.
His scars, they tell,
his story you know so well.
His heart is cold,
His lips alone,
looking for a reason,
a soul to sell.
He has become
his own best friend.
His own worst enemy
in the end.
He no longer cares
if she lives or dies.
He only sees the sadness
in her eyes.
He's just a stranger,
giving her a ride.

So, when you put
two and two together,
what do you get?
A bargain with the Devil,
an undetermined bet?
The only thing they have to risk,
is what they havent lost yet.
As the road winds on,
and rain falls down,
theyre not going anywhere,
just driving around.
Driving away from the world,
away from reality.
Putting some distance between them,
and their own minds.
They are just drifters,
taking a ride.

Jan 20, 2010

"Paper Flames"

What is better than a date with disaster?
What is worse than a happy ever after?
When will this madness stop?
It doesnt, it only gets...madder?...

With every drop of blood spilt,
and ever tear shed,
the weak become the strong,
the lively become the dead.

And as you try to rip it all away,
I hold on even tighter,
because I am a lover,
because I am a fighter.

I'm holding on to memories,
the pictures we took.
Writing my sorrows down,
in a torn and raggedy old book.

Its withered with time,
just like my heart.
The pages full of empty misery,
are falling apart.

I long for a day when,
it will no longer be read,
no longer to be written in,
a word we have said.

Leave me with blank pages,
burn all the rest.
and keep the cover to judge me,
to remind me that I passed the test.

Dec 2, 2009

"Shattered"

In days of destruction,
I called to you.
In days of distress,
I called to you,

but you were never there.

You were just a dream,
an imaginary thing.
You were a song,
I didnt dare to sing,
for my voice, not beautiful enough,
not sufficient enough.
All I could do was pretend.
All I could do was love.

Then there was fire and brimstone,
ashes fell like hail,
remnants of what used to be,
now sour and stale.
My heart drops within me,
my soul, a darkened grave.
I awake to a nightmare,
of reality I am a slave.

I watch as it all comes crashing down,
I watch as it shatters, falls to the ground.

I am broken in pieces.
I am driven to darkness.
Is there no one to save me,
or am I destined for this?
A life of emptiness,
a life of pain,
to be alone,
again and again?

I'd rather sleep
and dream away,
than to live a lie,
than to live this way.
I'd rather dream
of you and me,
in a better place.
But night turns to day,
and I find myself...awake,

Shattered inside
and torn apart,
by a savage beast called love,
and its home, a broken heart.