Paradise in Hell

You’ve become my Paradise

in this living hell

where nothing seems to suffice

but there’s one thing which I can tell.

 

Whenever I go wrong,

you say I’m right.

I try to stay calm,

so we don’t fight.

but within all this time,

we both fall.

not to a rhyme,

or to a song,

but to faded memories,

as they com along,

we try to run

but it doesn’t help at all.

 

We’ve both stopped awhile

to talk it through.

we were sitting with our smile

when our fears came true.

the world in black and white

but it’s alright.

I won’t give up,

I’ll stand and fight

to see us through,

 

All the hardships,

all the pain

and tears

that we’ve been through.

 

Through all the glares,

the stares,

and the taunting too.

 

You’ve become my Paradise

in this living hell

where nothing seems to suffice

but there’s one thing which I can tell.

That all the hardships,

all the pain

and tears

that we’ve been through.

 

Through all the glares,

the stares,

and the taunting too.

 

Won’t ever rip us apart,

 

All our fears

and our

mem-mories.

 

All our tears

and the

ag-gon-nies

won’t ever

rip us apart.

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Songs

Simple words kept in time
Flowing in rhyme.
Such to make them beautiful.

Songs hold the key
To what you

and your heart want to see.

Everyone has a favorite
One that just fits them right.

Whether its a simple 1,2
Or one for flamingo.

Songs carry our emotions
Filling our hearts like oceans.

Yes this is true,
A simple song
Has the greatest impact on you.

Distant Winds

A whistling breeze
Chills the skin in the cold of night,
As they gather from distant lands
And caress your skin.

So gentle
As to keep you entranced
As the starry night sky
Shimmers above you.

Softly the leaves rustle again
Startling the hooting owl
As a chill runs down your spine
As the icy breeze blows again.

Distant winds
Gathered at your feet.
Cold yet sweet,
As a sweet good nights kiss.

Passions

Your words have a meaning
As they always do,
Sometimes you haven’t even seen
The hidden meaning from you.

Passionate words
Can build a nation.
Loving words
Can end wars.
Kind words
Can heal wounds
Sweet words
Can fix a broken heart.

Words have power
And people trust you more
If your words embrace these four things.

Followers may grow from masses,
But hearts are won in what you say.
Take it from me, with glasses,
I hope this made your day.

The collection

You had asked me sweetly

If i would ever so clearly

Let you write my poems down

For you to keep.
I refused to let you write

And yet I said I’ll do it 

With all my might

I’ll rewrite
And started I did

From some of my first ones

And yet the memories come flooding

Like a wave of endless tides.
I have started to lose myself 

And with my forgotten poems now at hand

I remember where I am.
I thank you for letting me rewrite

My poems

My past

My life

Crimson Tears

Scarred lines

Vivid signs

Trails of tears

I left behind.
Scarred signs,

These lines of mine,

Trails stretching

Longer and longer.
Crimson tears

Gather at my sides

My thoughts and heart collides

While I’m numb inside.
These crimson tears

Filled with my fears,

Trailing away

Till in darkness I stay.

A dollar,  a coin, a will

Drunk on pain

Dazed by thought

Thought of playin games

ended up doing naught

A golden coin

A silver mine

a treasure trove

A money grove

as many search

and few do find

success in writing

and have time to continue,

the will of the writer

the mind of an author,

the beauty of a poet

and the view of an artist,

all of them are one

with the exception of their trade,

but the fact remains standing

that their skill

and thought

leads to a work of art

etched into paper,

canvas, technology

for all to find

and all to read.

Do any of you have the will

the idea and skill set

to follow your dream and make it come true?