Poems
The cuckoo bird wakes me up
With her sweet, sweet voice
The cuckoo bird is what I hear
When I am tired of the world’s noise
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Day and night she works hard
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Her nest is ready at l...
With her sweet, sweet voice
The cuckoo bird is what I hear
When I am tired of the world’s noise
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Day and night she works hard
The cuckoo bird stays on the tree
Her nest is ready at l...
I will not subject myself to even more pain.
Every move I make next, will all be in vain.
I cared, but now I shouldn't, for I haven't known you long enough.
No matter what I say though, the going will be tough enough.
...
Every move I make next, will all be in vain.
I cared, but now I shouldn't, for I haven't known you long enough.
No matter what I say though, the going will be tough enough.
...
Heart of stone they called me once, as heat turned into cold.
But my soul was only hardening because it knew not what to hold.
I grew tired in a way that not too many can say they've been through.
In fact the people that were closest to...
But my soul was only hardening because it knew not what to hold.
I grew tired in a way that not too many can say they've been through.
In fact the people that were closest to...
The world may not have physically ended, but it has come to an end. Can the world ever amend? Is the welfare of our people something God could ever lend?
The poor and shaggy sad hungry people set the eery tone. What's happened to all the fresh new minds, the ones tha...
The poor and shaggy sad hungry people set the eery tone. What's happened to all the fresh new minds, the ones tha...
Time. Time sings to me words so coldly spoken. It attempts to capture a weary heart- one that's beat and broken.
Pain. Pain is weakness but great strength for the dark. And in the night it seeks the wounded, to leave it's wrecked mark.
Love. Love is just a...
Pain. Pain is weakness but great strength for the dark. And in the night it seeks the wounded, to leave it's wrecked mark.
Love. Love is just a...
We spend so much time searching for relationships we want-the loves we share invade our dreams, and in our souls they haunt.
Cant go to sleep without them, we sit wishing for our pair, knowing that this love we found is something strong and rare.
Sometime...
Cant go to sleep without them, we sit wishing for our pair, knowing that this love we found is something strong and rare.
Sometime...
Howling Proto-Sapiens,
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic ...
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic ...
We wander,
Shining bright as stars,
Down roads tossed,
by wind and storm.
The cavalry has come,
threw blinding lights,
of past and future,
traveling portals
Time is not linier,
a dizzying thought,
to those who have,
never travele...
Shining bright as stars,
Down roads tossed,
by wind and storm.
The cavalry has come,
threw blinding lights,
of past and future,
traveling portals
Time is not linier,
a dizzying thought,
to those who have,
never travele...
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