Thursday, December 3, 2009

War

I am iron clad
I am stained in blood
I have sword in hand
There is much to cut
I am ready to kill
I am here for souls
I trust my life to steel
My heart is full of holes
I feel trapped to fate
I kneel in puddles of red
I cannot escape
It's too much for my head
I exist to fight
I live to serve
I don't know what is right
All I have is my word
I will do my best
I need no reason to fight for
I die, blade in chest
For I was created for war

War

I am iron clad
I am stained in blood
I have sword in hand
There is much to cut
I am ready to kill
I am here for souls
I trust my life to steel
My heart is full of holes
I feel trapped to fate
I kneel in puddles of red
I cannot escape
It's too much for my head
I exist to fight
I live to serve
I don't know what is right
All I have is my word
I will do my best
I need no reason to fight for
I die, blade in chest
For I was created for war

School

Laugh and cry
Smile and frown
Things that tie
People are bound
For all eternity
Such sweet dreams
Yes caught in reverie
Know what it means
Time is lost
Space is closed
Covered in gloss
From light it rose
The answer is saught
Clear as glass
With one last shot
Don't sleep in class

Purity

You see her there
You remember the way she felt
The scent of her sweet hair
You can't feel like that yourself
She was the one to get you going
She had an aura about her
Her cute smile was bright and glowing
You have much to learn
It wasn't a test
She was as real as it gets
You and her really had sex
You lose your mind where you sit
You long to hold and undress
That succulent little flower
One night you're in distress
When she joins you in the shower
She writhes from your delicate touch
She traces her fingers up your back
Her soft body melts from such
She convulses from your latest attack
One day she says, "I love you"
You think, is this right?
No! "I love you too!"
She was now yours from that night

Of Love

Love is calm and like the stillest of lakes; lust is as out of control as the most dangerous of oceans. Love is romantic and caring, while lust is sultry and seductive. Love has candle lit picnics on the bleach; lust has makeout sessions under the bleachers. Love is magical like Disney, and lust is sinful like the male fans of womens volleyball. Love is careful, takes it easy; lust throws caution to the wind. Love is the brightest emotion; however lust is the darkest desire. Lust is expressed through the crudest of phrases, but love lives through the finest of poetry.

Hidden

I know this is gonna sound cheesy
I love you but its not that easy
Its not your amazing smile
That i could stare at for awhile
Its not your sparkling eyes
thats better than any high
Its not your lust, that i savor
But in eternal pain i ask you a favor
Please close thy lids
So that bueaty is hid
Now turn smile into frown
To fix my world thats upside down
For the moment my happiness is quailed
If this poem doesnt get you i have failed
For now i see the real you
And i see true beauty too
Your lust is just not for me
Only your love can set me free

Midnight

The sky is darkest before the dawn
And the morning sun is brightest
But the night and I have a bond
when the stars are the whitest
I feel at peace in the dark
I can sit and search through my memory
filter out and adjust right onto my mark
recuperate to restore my energy
I always seem to feel at ease
nothing will ever hinder my sight
or prevent me from doing as I please
Because I am one of the children of Midnight