(1/19/2013 4:25:00 PM)
Torn and empty but struggle on
Captive in a world that I don't belong
Years of frustration, thoughts turned ill
When I fell victim to the gates of steel
Exhausted hope, diverse cries
Being observed by disrupted eyes
Tears are flowing forming streams
The toughest men broke down in screams
Walls stained with terror and sorrow
Invaded by fear that's hard to swallow
Violence brews, you can taste the tension
Blood will spill without a mention
I solely lay and reminisce
On little things I never thought I'll miss
Like running round in a open space
To feel the breeze against my face
To see the moon and starry skies
The dawning sun as it begins to rise
I bless the day I walked out that gate
For some this place will be there fate
My tormented mind has been engraved
With scars from being a government slave
(1/17/2013 1:46:00 AM)
was thinking about performing this as a spoken word poem.. please give me some tips and hints
taught by your actions, oops i forgot your words..
I wish I knew where to start, I really wish I had the words to say.
But my mouth is dry hence my lips stay sealed as I stand in awe of the things you do.
Actually it's the things you say but never do that hurt me the most.
You lifted me from the ground where I lay in peace just to let me fall and shatter to pieces.
You set me on a pinnacle of promises and there I was standing on false hopes.
Little did I know your actions preyed on me, waiting to push me off and watch as I fall to my demise?
The worst part about is how you taught me to live life but you can't even live up to that same lie.
You were my role model so I took the remote and tuned in to your channel
It looked so smooth but you told me never ever to even try touching it.
You did it so well but told me not to try learning it.
Sadly with every huffing word you puffed it in my face
Dad how could you tell me not to smoke when you made me taste it?
How can I stop craving this treat you showed me because I you it got me enticed.
So since passive isn't enough let me step into your shoes and be active enough because just like you is what I'm supposed be.
I came to you because you were my role model; I sit with you so show me how it's done
How could you tell me how to live life when you can't even live up to that same lie?
I thought you taught me how to love because you told me you loved me.
I knew I had found my teacher so I laced up my shoes and watched your footsteps.
So with every move I followed your footsteps and this shouldn't surprise you.
Ohh wow, so much for surprises because you are the one who surprised me.
I hit the door but you hit the door before me only difference is that I forgot my bags, ohh wait you never reminded me to pack.
Mommy where are you going, why employ the door when it's love you should deploy..?(Sigh, tears)
Oh well, I might as well snap out of memory lane because these divorce papers won't to sign themselves
I look at my wife as she wipes away her tears but as for this marriage I can't take it anymore.
Momma you told me that love never gives, too bad you never heard your echoes because your actions taught me twisted versions of those volumes.
Wherever you are I hope you can hear me because how could you teach me to live life when you couldn't live that lie?
I said amen the day you spoke about it, the whole church loved it the day you preached it
Even the guy who sat next to me adored you every Sunday because of how you said it and before I go on let me introduce him to you dad, he's going to be the father of this baby I carry.
I always thought life was picture perfect but those were lies that made me feel like it was worth it
You preached against murder but in my ear you whispered abortion.
You shout out repentance but in your house you withhold forgiveness.
Two-face was a villain but you are worse than the demon that haunts me, wait you are that demon.
You teach how to live life but you have made it a lie because you yourself couldn't live that lie
I'm in pain because it's so loud inside my head with words I never said,
Best part about it is that I don't regret my silence.
I'm not going to be like you and act like a noisy monster
I'm not going to be like you so I'll hold my words
I'll speak not the volumes I can't live out
I'll lead my kids by example, hug my wife and tear the divorce papers, give birth to my baby and marry the father,
If actions speak louder than words, let my actions speaker your language twice as fluent.
I'm done talking let's start acting
(1/15/2013 7:29:00 PM)
He downs a glass of wine
Without it he’s not alive
Just you and him
Keep lights switched off
It’s quick and fine
He’s had his grove
And one more time
And once again
As time goes by
Both lie in bed
Not so sweet
His friend returns
Back in your seat
He doesn’t speak
One last thing left
Get me a taxi
He doesn’t say a word
He doesn’t say goodbye
He is high
He doesn’t like the touch
He is paranoid
The story told
(1/4/2013 1:20:00 PM)
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Would like some feed back on this poem..... I like it think it flows well and can follow it while reading.....thanks.....
Thy Hunts Mans Hound
By thy side,
Into thy Majesty's wood,
for thy elusive
of golden fleece,
do thy seek.
into thou hide.
From thy mill pond,
pluck thy goose,
that thy flesh
over moss laden
upon thy earth
of seasons past
of thy feet.
Over fallen titans
Shake thy head,
thy cloven hoof.
Take thee along
Side by side,
breast against belly,
Over hedge rows,
froth on thy muzzle,
thy rapid breath.
Smell of thy effort,
So I may,
hunt thy Stag
catch thy sent,
I am thy Hunts mans Hound, thee be thy Stag.
(12/26/2012 11:41:00 PM)
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her name was Lisa *******.
I could not even speak
Eye see her
Soak in every detail
They talk, they whisper
She smiles and plays
with the girls
I walk in the track
I see down
The ground before me
NO Evil Names
the boys play games
tricks on eachother
I care not
i walk on the track
I see down
the ground before me
the bell Rings
the same room
Close my eyes
Whats down there?
I am a man
They are women
Treated like pets
you must not
we will not allow
I was a child
teachings of god
Garden of Eden
Why cant i have lisa
Lisa have me
My soul on paper
What did i write
Sealed love letter
ON the bus Home
Drop on lap
If I just wait
End up happily Married
I care not
God is Good, and just
I know I am Good
Surely I wait
I walk on the track
I see down
The ground before me
See other girls
Not the man I was
So much potential
What do I Want
(12/25/2012 8:04:00 PM)
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" I'd rather play tennis with the net down."
(12/24/2012 3:28:00 PM)
Who Am I
Who am I: I’m the courage to get you through the hardest things in life?
Who am I: I’m the fighter that will fight pass the end. Pass the limit and never give up on anything or anyone.
Who am I: I’m the love that you live for the reason you hang on so long.
Who am I: I’m the willing that will keep you in the eyes of your loved ones?The will that keeps you living longer than planned.
Who am I: I’m the unforgettable woman who fought long and hard for survival?The unforgettable woman who is my hero.
Who am I: I’m the breast that was taken out?The breast that was no good because of cancer in it.
Who am I: I’m the loving, unforgettable, courageous breast cancer fight that was ended early.
Who am I: I’m Brenda Masias
By Jared Masias
(12/22/2012 9:18:00 AM)
Hello: Greetings to every poet here! whilst it's my pleasure wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year; I'm also inviting you to take a little to look at my poems, especially " AGAIN! ! ! " Please feel free to comment on whichever one....! Thanks, may you all be blessed!
(12/18/2012 4:25:00 PM)
Hey everyone! I'm new on this site and I'd appreciate it if you could take a look at my poems and comment on and rate them! thx! !
(11/18/2012 9:07:00 AM)
Poetry is nectar of life please give me poetry. Poet himself is full of love full of joy. And it is only poet who can knows love, the seeds of all existence.
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