Deep Poetry for Thursday, February 10, 2011

Is it my turn now to break down and cry? I can't always be strong for you. Is it my turn now to hurt and show pain? I can't always be strong for you. Can i feel angry or sad or discouraged now? I can't always be strong for you. Is it my turn now to need someone? I can't always be strong for you. Is it my turn now? Sign in to see full entry.

She is perfect, she perceives. The moon, there is no distance. To Our love. I look in the mirror at love, i see the end. Beyond love there is peace. The wind, messenger of Aphrodite Some Quake, look at the sun, Looking at at the blue wall and thinking if I heard the message from the god olimpus i could have you in my arms, and many colours. Sign in to see full entry.

Eyes blind to the death of the church, a fabrication of truth. Burn the banner you call love and open your eyes. You've awakened the warriors, march for we are the elite. Our altars are stained with blood. Here we are in the fight of our lives, why won't you listen, we bring the angel of death. God I'm on my knees, suffering, is this all I am. Please fill my pain, lift me up and hold me close to your heart. How could I fail you once again, your love is what sustains me. Here lies another empty... Sign in to see full entry.

For what feels like a life time I stood my ground I felt nothing could touch me until now Fall, and then you watch me, Fall The warrior inside me is crying out Set your face like a flint and stand your ground Fall, and then you watch me, Fall Never wanted, never wished for My failures to hold me back The only thing worth meaning Is falling through the cracks Will I find what I am looking for? My very own existence May cost me everything My existence is overtaking me I'm hoping and praying for a... Sign in to see full entry.

He was left in a haze with regret and despair The door firmly closed he lived his nightmare He stumbled through this life his dream unfulfilled Relationships ruined his loving heart stilled His hope long abandoned his life at half mast No hope for the future and a pitiful past Then returned to his life through the half opened door The same girl he worshiped so many years before He pushed ‘til it opened, a glimmering hope She backtracked and panicked and finally broke She peered through the door... Sign in to see full entry.