After All This TimeI still think about you,When I'm alone at night.I still miss you,When you're gone from my sight.I still dream of you,Much more than you know.Why did you ever leave me?Why did you have to go?
I amI am part of the background.I am a faded memory.I am the silence full of sound.I am whatever you need me to be.I am what's lurking in the night.I am the dark inside your mind.I am the thing that makes you fight.I am the thing that makes you blind.I am the part of you that's true.I am the part that no one sees.I am part of the background.I am a faded memory.
I Love YouI love you.With every move,With every muscle,With every bone,With every thought,With every dream,With every nightmare,With every pain,With every joy,With every smile,With every tear,With every laugh,With every sob,With every gasp,With every moan,With every breath,With every kiss,With every drop of blood,I love you.
Her"I'll slip my hands beneath your dress,And rake my nails down your chest,"And as her nails split my skin,I shivered in delightful sin.Sometimes I miss her scornful lips,Her searing kiss, her perfect hips.How it felt with her beneath me,Her body trembling in ecstasy.With thoughts of her running through my head,It's so much colder here in bed.I could fill this empty space,But I could never forget her face...
Turn Towards MeThe light, it stung. She tried to run,But to where could she flee?The whispers rang throughout her head,And so she turned to me.I wrapped her up in my embrace,Quieting her fears.I brought my lips down to her face,Kissing away her tears.
GameI laugh because I know your game I've played that game, as wellIt starts out just heavenly But then turns into HellI learned my lesson, quit the game None of it was trueWhen will you see past the lie? It's only hurting you
ScarsThese scars I've made,Still bloody and new,They're my testimony,Now I won't forget you.
BleedI grasp the handle, Your face clouding my headCool metal against my skin, Your laugh resounding in my earsAs I drag the knife across, Your smile is all I seeThe blade piercing my flesh, See how you make me bleed?I should hate you with a passion, But the passions all I feelI never should have told you, And now the pain is all too real.
BeautifulA marble faceA blank expressionNo emotion Shes still beautifulA sullen frownA saddened gazeAs blue as the ocean Shes still beautifulShe says I'm wrongShe says Im blindShe has no idea that She's too beautifulIn her presenceI feel weakI feel lowI feel smallShe has no idea thatWhen she smilesThe world is so much more Beautiful
Sonnet XXIX: An endingThe world bent towards the end I would have writtenthen like a harp-string snapped—the twisted threadsunwound, and all sprung back to what we had beennow I am gutted—and you, I think, are dead.What use are harps when vaunting horns of silverproclaim the world has ended; what for meis left amongst the ruin and raging riversof blood and ash, and every tie cut free?And yet—when your song wound through empty hallsand through your melodies all was reclaimedI loved it then; that strain; its dying fall--but tunes are lost, and only words remain.Yes, only words remain. I cannot writethe wonder in your song—the world alight.
Fallen AngelFallen AngelCrawling in my forlorn appearanceI hide my soul behind these tattered wingsTattered and broken as they arePlucked of light, stained in tears and blood.In quiet despair upon the cold earthSmeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary kneesAnd clutched timidly between my fingersRests one last jewel of Hope.A single unblemished plume pluckedFrom the silver light of dawnA feathered ray of light from beyondTo illuminate the void that has me bound.This precious barb of silkOnce lost as I was and forgottenBlazes now to immerse me in radiant blissTo wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.So now I fade away…My tender flesh removedMy shattered wings releasedMy inner light unsheathed… escapes.(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Remember the Angel?Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still thereRemember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your powerRemember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?You ran away and left her there, you left her there aloneRemember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand newRemember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?All of that was only for you , sent from aboveRemember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
EmoEmo*are not crybabies*do not always wear black*can be VERY nice people*do not always cut themselves*are not always depressed*can be happy too*are normal people just like you!*EMO is just a label for emotional people!that tend to fall in love easly and cry
The Dream Song of AnonymousThis is based off The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot. It might help to read Eliot's poem first, if you haven't before. Shall I stay, then, alone,When the dawn is straying from the skyLike a child roaming the sea;Dare I stay – amidst parades of kings,The rising revolutionOf tranquil days in silk-spread bedsAnd colours of mayhem in blacks and reds:Wind chimes that jingle without judgementWithout affront –And follow the questioning wind, without answers –Oh, do answer, "Why not?" andLet me stay, and dream of a candle you lit. On the beaches the men wander aloneDriven speechless by siren song. The house fairies lie beneath the windows.The sunflowers that house imps hang above the windowsDroop their petals precariously earthward at duskAnd hide from the night sky in cement cracks,Hinder gravity come dayspring and soar sunwards,Stir from their pot, rise fr
MimesisOften have I marvelledAt the beauty of creationBehind the veil'd illusionOf artistic inspiration.Perhaps I cannot tame my museWith sprinkled graphite dust;Or the elegant ellipsesOf a painter's careful brush;Nor capture jewell'd coronasIn a silent aperture,Fossilising coloursInto glass forevermore.But I have words to call my own,Sealed with ink and paper;Mimesis no less true than anyRain of lighted vapour,And I count them one by oneLike weighted pebbles in the sand,Heavy on the tongue,Heavy in the hand:Ten, a hundred, a thousand words.
my eyes were so wide open.My eyes were so wide open, beatingrain softly guttered, fleetingdashes of silk along my throatthe caffeine, crusting, eatingalong the ridges of my heartthe birds, they fluttered after darkalong the wiry bone-fed linesyour touches never left a mark --I wrote to ask an answer of you,and out it flewfrom the corners of my lipsa laugh, a thimble kiss, a lisp, anewI worked the edges of the windowI let it, oh,oh, yes I let it openyet the clouds hid you soand with dreaming thought, dune-fields scattered desert winds past the moonthis clear, cold nightyou'll come home soonwhen darkness creeps inanon, the greengages ripen, ripening sinthat all too often, beatingrain has washed, fleetingalong my throatand cut short our first meeting.
Clay ladyShe was beautiful, kind and fairWith sparkling eyes and lustrous hairHer smile was one that shone so brightIt called me as a beacon in the nightBut when I touched her, she flaked awayWhen I touched her, she was made of clayShe moves so swiftly through the worldHow should I have known her to not be a girl?How could I have known she'd disappear,Whenever someone should draw near?But when I touched her, she flaked awayShe crumbled up; she was made of clayI remember her, to this dayThe strange being made of clayFor what purpose was she made?That dusty terracotta maidWhen I touched her, she flaked awayTurning to dust, she was made of clay
the son of gallifreyLost,alone,in disarrayThe lonely son of gallifreyHe watched his homeworld burn awayThe lonely son of gallifreyFrom pain and death he run awayFull of fear and of dismayAcross the cosmos he shall straythe fearful son of gallifreyFor his crimes he must now payHe still lives,they burned awayHe still runs from day to dayThe punished son of gallifreyTheir mighty force he wiped awayAt the price of gallifreyA price of blood he made them payThe strongest son of gallifreyA billion lives he hid awaysafe and sound they all shall stayHe locked his mind until The DayThe selfless son of gallifreyAt last the time comes,came the dayTo the lonely son of gallifreyHome at last,as I daresaythe greatest son of gallifrey
Sinful MusicYou gasp with needI cant refuseMy lips upon your skinThrough lust-filled breathsI hear your heartPounding deep withinI know this musicLoved it onceNow lets change the beatPleasure to painMoans to screamsThe sound deliciously sweet