An Anger Memorial
February 4 2009
Good friends we were
Secrets we told
Our pasts we spilled
Our hearts we sold
Things we’d done
We did admit
The open book
Each one’s mistake to submit
We opened up
Said things we’d regret
Told of events
We’d rather forget
Few months and a day
Things fell apart
And all that was left
Was what made it start
How dare one take
The other’s wrong turn
And use it to hurt them
What good will it earn?
When each knows the other
Our secrets of past
Why use it against us
Your triumph won’t last
With each slip of the tongue
You should watch what you say
I know as much about you
It’s best to walk away
Tilla
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Be Told Someday
Be Told Someday
February 4 2009
I wait for you
Everyday
We talk and joke
For a short way
Sometimes we stand
And talk away
Other days we
Don’t wait and stay
Each time I turn
And walk away
It saddens me
Each word we say
The past repeating
In darkness day
When you and I
Friends we made
A rift grew
And drew us away
Time separated us
Day by day
All this I see
When everyday
I wait for you
February 4 2009
I wait for you
Everyday
We talk and joke
For a short way
Sometimes we stand
And talk away
Other days we
Don’t wait and stay
Each time I turn
And walk away
It saddens me
Each word we say
The past repeating
In darkness day
When you and I
Friends we made
A rift grew
And drew us away
Time separated us
Day by day
All this I see
When everyday
I wait for you
Saturday, March 14, 2009
It is Silent
- It is silent
It is silent
No noise fills the air
No sound can be heard
It is silent
No one laughs
No one can cry
It is silent
Silent as night
As the dead
The earth is silent
Everyone has frozen
Everything is still
Shh
Listen
It is silent
Tilla
It is silent
No noise fills the air
No sound can be heard
It is silent
No one laughs
No one can cry
It is silent
Silent as night
As the dead
The earth is silent
Everyone has frozen
Everything is still
Shh
Listen
It is silent
Tilla
Immortal Thoughts
January 8, 2009
The day is cursed
Souls run dry
It flies so fast
We don’t want to die
With immortal minds
But human throughout
We fear the one thing
Leaving all in doubt
As the wheels turn
At the moon of the last
I’ll walk toward possible fate
In the place of my past
Only minor distractions
Will catch my eye
The minor changes
Before I die
This one is mine.
I don't know if you may have noticed, but Lilac, Echo and I do all write a lot. In fact, I typed up 65 poems yesterday. The only reason I post more of Lilac and some of Echo's and not as much as mine is because they don't care and mine are somewhat personal sometimes. I'm sure you know how that goes.
Tilla
The day is cursed
Souls run dry
It flies so fast
We don’t want to die
With immortal minds
But human throughout
We fear the one thing
Leaving all in doubt
As the wheels turn
At the moon of the last
I’ll walk toward possible fate
In the place of my past
Only minor distractions
Will catch my eye
The minor changes
Before I die
This one is mine.
I don't know if you may have noticed, but Lilac, Echo and I do all write a lot. In fact, I typed up 65 poems yesterday. The only reason I post more of Lilac and some of Echo's and not as much as mine is because they don't care and mine are somewhat personal sometimes. I'm sure you know how that goes.
Tilla
Angry Lilac
February 12 2009
What would you do if you knew you were full of shit?
Every word out of your mouth is a lie?
Don’t think that I’m naïve enough to believe
All the shit I’ve kept inside
You sin like every one of us
And yet you assume the possible worst
In all humans, in every being
You use their past like a curse
But honey you’ve met your match
I’m as stubborn as you are
There ain’t no turning back the fight tonight
This time you’ve gone too far
Turn off your lights
Lay down your head for sleep
While wide awake for hours adrenaline rushing
Anger pulsing, your actions, words, away from me sleep they keep.
Of course, Echo writes a nice poem about how you should feel bad for Lilac and Lilac writes one about how much Echo annoys her. Actually, I think the poem was during a fight between all of us. I'm sure you know how stubborn Lilac can be when it comes to arguing and fighting. She is very proud.
What would you do if you knew you were full of shit?
Every word out of your mouth is a lie?
Don’t think that I’m naïve enough to believe
All the shit I’ve kept inside
You sin like every one of us
And yet you assume the possible worst
In all humans, in every being
You use their past like a curse
But honey you’ve met your match
I’m as stubborn as you are
There ain’t no turning back the fight tonight
This time you’ve gone too far
Turn off your lights
Lay down your head for sleep
While wide awake for hours adrenaline rushing
Anger pulsing, your actions, words, away from me sleep they keep.
Of course, Echo writes a nice poem about how you should feel bad for Lilac and Lilac writes one about how much Echo annoys her. Actually, I think the poem was during a fight between all of us. I'm sure you know how stubborn Lilac can be when it comes to arguing and fighting. She is very proud.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Lilac Untitled
January 19 2008
Icy words of anger
Burn the page
As the pen’s fiery ink
Stains the lines red
The bleeding heart
Turns blue with cold
The unseen soul of love and trust
Suddenly rusted and forgotten
[One voice that must be heard/
The heart no one can see/
Had one been there/
Maybe everything would have been saved]
Silently waiting with patience
Feeling stuck and lost
Within a darkened memory
Frustration suppresses fear
Waiting for what, a sign
A cry of a bird, the light of the moon
Silent companions for the waiting
Who stand forever hopeful
A sound of thunder
In the distance full of fear
An unseen forgotten threat
Fills one’s empty heart with dread
A thing so easy to predict
Something one could ignore
Or forget, a heart holds tight
And memories fade
The lights flicker out
Poison rains from the sky
Melting words from printed pages
And forever hardening hearts
Lilac
Lilac did cross out somethings but I added them in brackets anyway.
Icy words of anger
Burn the page
As the pen’s fiery ink
Stains the lines red
The bleeding heart
Turns blue with cold
The unseen soul of love and trust
Suddenly rusted and forgotten
[One voice that must be heard/
The heart no one can see/
Had one been there/
Maybe everything would have been saved]
Silently waiting with patience
Feeling stuck and lost
Within a darkened memory
Frustration suppresses fear
Waiting for what, a sign
A cry of a bird, the light of the moon
Silent companions for the waiting
Who stand forever hopeful
A sound of thunder
In the distance full of fear
An unseen forgotten threat
Fills one’s empty heart with dread
A thing so easy to predict
Something one could ignore
Or forget, a heart holds tight
And memories fade
The lights flicker out
Poison rains from the sky
Melting words from printed pages
And forever hardening hearts
Lilac
Lilac did cross out somethings but I added them in brackets anyway.
Lilac's Fork in the Road
February 18 2009
I watch her wander day by day
But there is nothing I can say
To bring her back to common sense
To help her feel a lot less tense
She doesn’t know which road to take
A new mask she has yet to make
She’s not sure she wants to pursue
A feeling she’s not sure is true
She blankly stares ahead
Somewhat wishing she were dead
Not wanting to hurt them anymore
Yet she can’t seem to shut the door
Tied she is to her past
Denying that it was the last
She would ever see her friends
Ignorant to how this ends
I watch her struggle to display
The person she wants to portray
But I fear it’s not what she meant
Her cover is frayed and now bent
She is aware there is much at stake
Yet her true identity she still does fake
I fear there is nothing we can do
As she lets the emotions brew
If she would follow this instead
She would let her heart control her head
This was more than she was asking for
She feels that she can’t have either or
I didn’t see it hit her so fast
The arrow from the bow cast
Straight to her heart before it mends
Slowly I watch as her composure bends
This I know for sure is Echo. About Lilac. What did I tell you? She is easy to write about. When you are writing about someone, pick someone who has an overwhelming amount of mystery surrounding them. That way, you never run out of things to add.
I am still surprised the bird wrote about Lilac...they are pretty much at each other's throats. Of course, Echo is the sentimental one, who is very forgiving and openminded. Most of the time...
I watch her wander day by day
But there is nothing I can say
To bring her back to common sense
To help her feel a lot less tense
She doesn’t know which road to take
A new mask she has yet to make
She’s not sure she wants to pursue
A feeling she’s not sure is true
She blankly stares ahead
Somewhat wishing she were dead
Not wanting to hurt them anymore
Yet she can’t seem to shut the door
Tied she is to her past
Denying that it was the last
She would ever see her friends
Ignorant to how this ends
I watch her struggle to display
The person she wants to portray
But I fear it’s not what she meant
Her cover is frayed and now bent
She is aware there is much at stake
Yet her true identity she still does fake
I fear there is nothing we can do
As she lets the emotions brew
If she would follow this instead
She would let her heart control her head
This was more than she was asking for
She feels that she can’t have either or
I didn’t see it hit her so fast
The arrow from the bow cast
Straight to her heart before it mends
Slowly I watch as her composure bends
This I know for sure is Echo. About Lilac. What did I tell you? She is easy to write about. When you are writing about someone, pick someone who has an overwhelming amount of mystery surrounding them. That way, you never run out of things to add.
I am still surprised the bird wrote about Lilac...they are pretty much at each other's throats. Of course, Echo is the sentimental one, who is very forgiving and openminded. Most of the time...
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