this is a lyric (a type of poem) that i wrote as an assignment for language arts class and i chose to write one about my grandpa who has passed away because he was very sick, anyways tell me what u think. btw i got an A for this one :]
sadness is knowing i will never hear my grandpa's voice again
it feels like he left this world all too soon
sadness is watching a movie that we both loved
it reminds me of all the happy times we used to spend together
like the days when you would pull me in my wagon
sadness waits for me after i do the things we used to do
sadness is the endless tears flowing down my face
it brings me to tears when i remember all our wonderful times
those are my sad, sweet memories of you
sadness is knowing i will never hear my grandpa's voice again
it feels like he left this world all too soon
sadness is watching a movie that we both loved
it reminds me of all the happy times we used to spend together
like the days when you would pull me in my wagon
sadness waits for me after i do the things we used to do
sadness is the endless tears flowing down my face
it brings me to tears when i remember all our wonderful times
those are my sad, sweet memories of you
My love is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the more I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What more miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fire with wonderful device
Such is the power of love in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the more I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What more miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fire with wonderful device
Such is the power of love in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time
The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created
Poor lost little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's more powerful than she knows
They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying
Poor child all alone
Yet more powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day
This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent lost souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth
Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?
One day
One day the real truth will shine
Showing all the laughing liars
That the wall they built from fake
Will come crashing down
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time
The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created
Poor lost little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's more powerful than she knows
They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying
Poor child all alone
Yet more powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day
This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent lost souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth
Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?
One day
One day the real truth will shine
Showing all the laughing liars
That the wall they built from fake
Will come crashing down
Is running into disaster
Of paranoia and indestructible fear,
While your thoughts are struggling
With images of rottenness
Which is spreading as spiral evil,
Devastates every form of intelligent mind,
Now already lost in insanity of own mind.
Fear is growing inside,
Your mind is filled with worries,
While the picturesque dreams
Will corrode already exhausted brain.
And in openness of your own madness
Peace will come as confirmation,
To which you'll finally start to believe,
Although you wasted your life
On rottenness and fears
Which is spreading inside as ominous spiral.
Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good day to go bad.
Seconds change into minutes, minutes change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I love you just the same.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good day to go bad.
Seconds change into minutes, minutes change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I love you just the same.
Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my heart was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please
My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel
Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life
I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering
I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now
Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And love again
Everyone will know now
That I will show love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground
Love glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
Love feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But love can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal
I never knew my heart was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please
My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel
Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life
I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering
I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now
Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And love again
Everyone will know now
That I will show love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground
Love glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
Love feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But love can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal
Some day earth will cease to be
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My home for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem by me~
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My home for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem by me~
My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.
For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.
I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.
I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.
I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.
I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.
I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.
So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.
For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.
I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.
I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.
I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.
I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.
I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.
So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the next big thing,
although that makes a different
move new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the next big thing,
although that makes a different
move new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
