Bakiryu
09-16-2007, 01:16 AM
I've no muse, it's true.....I'd better stick to reading instead. Comment if you please.
Don't stare at me
Your eyes burn
they make me weak
to try and speak in analytical metaphors
Instead of writing a simple poem
That gladdens the heart
And saddens the soul
don't judge me at a glance
Don't love me at a word
You can't understand me
When I'm an easy riddle
You can and cannot love
When I'm guarded and giving
Don't stare....
Don't stare at me
Your eyes burn and I want to hide
I hate you
I love you
both
The pain is too much
Happiness and glad
Joy through my veins
Anger in my soul
Don't judge me'
Don't touch me
Don't........
I'm afraid
of the world
****************
My muse died
And i cried
Lines of blue poetry
Random gypsy lines
As mendicants begging for alms
The words turned inhuman
My muse today died
She was horrid
She was beautiful
All itchyweed and branblevine
She was dark
Sepia tinted
All marigolds and brandywine
My muse died
And I cried
She tore my heart
Without goodbyes
My eyes beat
No more sleep
My muse today left
The world kept on turning
Only i cared
*************************
Only you and I are here
In a world no one can hear
How do we know we're real
If we feel things no one can feel?
I see you in my mind
So far away
Our hands touch across the emptiness
Fingers
meet
Stretching through time
The future burns
Only you and I are real
In a world were no one else can feel.
********************************************
She was all words and lyrics and poetry
Old books forever turning mad
She was all mirrors and lines
Stanzas
She drove me sane,
she drove me mad
She was today
Yesterday
The future
The words no one could ever tell
I saw her only once
Far away
Reflected on a window
And that day
I fell in love with myself.
I want to hold you tight
Like a lie that will last forever
As soon as we close your eyes
Bonds that no one can sever
I want to dream you mad
Whisper your voice on my ears
I want to bring you to life
I want to see you again
Words we can never trust
Writers are insane
Don't stare at me
Your eyes burn
they make me weak
to try and speak in analytical metaphors
Instead of writing a simple poem
That gladdens the heart
And saddens the soul
don't judge me at a glance
Don't love me at a word
You can't understand me
When I'm an easy riddle
You can and cannot love
When I'm guarded and giving
Don't stare....
Don't stare at me
Your eyes burn and I want to hide
I hate you
I love you
both
The pain is too much
Happiness and glad
Joy through my veins
Anger in my soul
Don't judge me'
Don't touch me
Don't........
I'm afraid
of the world
****************
My muse died
And i cried
Lines of blue poetry
Random gypsy lines
As mendicants begging for alms
The words turned inhuman
My muse today died
She was horrid
She was beautiful
All itchyweed and branblevine
She was dark
Sepia tinted
All marigolds and brandywine
My muse died
And I cried
She tore my heart
Without goodbyes
My eyes beat
No more sleep
My muse today left
The world kept on turning
Only i cared
*************************
Only you and I are here
In a world no one can hear
How do we know we're real
If we feel things no one can feel?
I see you in my mind
So far away
Our hands touch across the emptiness
Fingers
meet
Stretching through time
The future burns
Only you and I are real
In a world were no one else can feel.
********************************************
She was all words and lyrics and poetry
Old books forever turning mad
She was all mirrors and lines
Stanzas
She drove me sane,
she drove me mad
She was today
Yesterday
The future
The words no one could ever tell
I saw her only once
Far away
Reflected on a window
And that day
I fell in love with myself.
I want to hold you tight
Like a lie that will last forever
As soon as we close your eyes
Bonds that no one can sever
I want to dream you mad
Whisper your voice on my ears
I want to bring you to life
I want to see you again
Words we can never trust
Writers are insane