Biography of Joe Holley
I am not a famous writer or poet... I am just a 19 year old guy who writes poetry as a way to express his thoughts and feelings...
People have told me to publish my poem's... Though i feel they are not good enough, i thought id post them on a website first to see a reaction, if any... More will be posted upon feedback.
Joe Holley Poems
I'M Not Sad
For my life is all but my own creation. I shed but not a single tear, I breath with no sigh of fear. Encased within memory, but there are no corners full of my shattered dreams,
The Flames Of Love
Alone a candle burns, with its heat and beauty. Alone until the end, in which its light fades away. Breathing like any being, flowing like any heart. Alone in the darkness, the cold and lonely world.
The moon, she lays soothing upon the clouds of the depressed, yet she, the moon thus looks happy. Even the blind could view upon her smiles, quilted in her golden shine. She shines for miles, its flight at night, unhindered by sadness thou lingered as tears fall from above, like bloodshed… He, a lone figure, walks in wonder, thus he ponders what It must take to be her, the moon.
The Tranquil Starlight
Shine Down On Me As I Dream Beneath. My Blanket of the Twilight, Forever Existing, Until Deaths Touch. To Then Soar High, Joining That of What Captures My Every Dream. Peaceful Existence Follow, Yet Only When Hope Dies. Somehow, Sundown…
Talk To Me
Tonight I died, tonight I cried. I walked my path and there insight, like a mirage so far it shook my guard… too late did I think, too late that I blinked, my words trapped, trapped still. I took to my phone, its silent still. I take to my iPod, the music I sing. With lyrics not present, thus dreams make lyrics, the images that I invasion, your face you keep hidden…
As night falls silent, he heads for the door, a piece of his heart, he holds to his core. Too long has time passed to continue this dream, he must let go, his hopes to wipe clean.
Abyssal Waves That Fall
*Abyssal waves that fall, Besiege that of such a tainted shadow, “Unknown to who I am dear pain, you bleed me so”. *Blossoms of the summer surround, “Then why so tainted does this earth manifest? ”
A Path Too Early
Wouldn’t you say you were lonely, if you filled my shoes? When a smile can’t be found, but a tear never hides.
Innesluten I Jordens Famn
Innesluten I Jordens Famn… Born are we from the tears who cry out for us, the heart full of the life in which we are to give to them, sharing it forever. If from ashes we must rise from, to stand stronger then the force that would to consume our soul, pull our tears and break our bones then let it be, For we must continue to live for them as only they matter. May the paradise of what love brings forever contain the hearts and make them safe... Innesluten i jordens famn. Ska du alltid vara. 04/05/2012
Eyes In Lies Claiming Ways
Dripping pain stained eyes, Crimson veins flooded of flowing lies. In vain that of the same claims, Broken of the spoken stems a girl stuck in ways.
The Country Lies Broken
The country lies broken, though mountain and ocean remains, A showcase of timber turned sacred armada, scorched by what the crimson claimed. Perishment of such unnameable scale within its castle wars, a scene of sin, For the sea of ember carries the ascended souls, back fourth towards the heaven.
He's Still Alone
They who dream of true love's wonder, moment's pure in starlight asunder, aluminising the eyes of the shadows caught gazing, what beauty that shines, amazing. Moments they share, hearts they lay bare. They stare, they kiss, they smile with love's bliss. The mist that fog, the tears that clog, he wakes in bed with a spot it forgets. Too laying she's breaking, in her head to a cruel noise true of that she's screaming yet silence killing.
...? (True Fate)
…? Life's like a book, pages of a canvas printed white blank - genesis. May no one tell you how to live - Prejudices
With her voice she speaks through her fingertips so delicate, so gentle, so torn... Scared you can tell by her beating heart fleeting, she's dreaming to the words of a song so special. She cries to each word, words of her mind that are too broken to be spoken, such a sad fate frozen in the time she knows oh so, oh so such a sad fate... Though the words reach his eyes still his heart bleeds to which he views upon the screen, his eyes beaming with tears streaming, he's screaming to why he's seeing what he's seeing, thus believing so he reaches, he reaches out strong to the girl of his broken dreams.. They talk, they talk like his wish, his wish he clings, it's hinged on broken wings... To bed he goes smiling, to sleep he goes hearing, the words repeating like spoken dreaming, the words appearing... He wakes, his heart knows such pain once more, she's running, he's turning! He's screaming why! He doesn't understand, shouting why continued! Why! ! ! ! ... Though he's shouting, she doesn't hear, she can't see it... What she means to him... She gone.... It's over.... Done. Why… Joe.H
The Country Lies Broken
The country lies broken, though mountain and ocean remains,
A showcase of timber turned sacred armada, scorched by what the crimson claimed.
Perishment of such unnameable scale within its castle wars, a scene of sin,
For the sea of ember carries the ascended souls, back fourth towards the heaven.
Present within the blessed peach garden, all but a solemn white lotus remains,
A figure though limps through, with tear and steel.
“For I carry parchments worth more than this kingdom”, the w