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Well she's weak at the knees
And eager to please
Down on her haunches
And slick as grease
But he don't want none
From a dum-dum
He'd rather check out
"Hey, who's that girl at the library?!"
Yaksha
THEM
Be it day or be it night,
Through the haze there shines a light.
When light and dark, moon and sun,
Come together or come undone,
There beneath the growing earth,
Each human jumps to show their worth
.
Kill the weak and kill the bold,
Shun them out to face the cold.
Ask them why them wound up dead,
Why the gun went to their head.
If you ignore their fateful cry
Your arrogance will make them die.
Take their warmth and give the knife,
They hear your wish to loose their life.
You turn your back, you bow your head,
with one last wish they all lay dead.
Be it day or be it night,
Through the haze there shone a light,
When dark and light, moon and sun,
Came together and came undone,
There beneath the groaning earth,
The precious human showed his worth.
Reticence
A voice or reason, begging for peace,
A web of feeling yearns for release.
A hollow whisper snared in motion,
A frozen tear with muted potion.
An unconscious thought firm in my mind,
A hidden idea which longs to unwind.
A voiceless plea struggling to surface,
A cry through the dark, calling its purpose.
A cloudy view in the light of day,
A reticent word lost on its way.
A lifeless breath laced with confusion,
A muted whisper signals delusion.
A silent murmur caught in the net,
An empty promise which cannot be met.
Well?
last 2 poems by; Tegan Chapman "Im not always able to say what i want to say so i write it instead. My poems are for people who know how i feel, be it good or bad. My poetry is for you."
Anger ballon
With anger it fills
The hot breath of madness
Like a dying man
Who's lung burns but airless
Every put down
And reject
That the void
Can detect
Fuels it
Like gasoline
On the inside
Its trampling
Like cancer
Its never full
Like the madness
Of a raging bull
Sending visions
TAhrough my brain
Nothing but sadness
Nothing but pain
After its over
My mind forgets
The things that I said
To cause all my debts
For the ones I have hurt
With the things that I do
I beg for forgivness
Of an idiot from you
But I know it will happen
Again and again
And my heart will forsake me
When will it end?
For my heart
knows not
When the anger balloon
Will pop
Poem by; Azraiel Anjin Rahl
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