I've been fighting this feeling I'm feeling inside
I've been yearning and craving a way I can find
Somebody to love till the day that I die
Somebody to love for my dwindling life
Out Of The LinesYou can’t hear all the words
That still run through my mind
As I spin with the Earth
Falling out of the lines
I can’t colour inside
When there’s so much to see
So I’m damaged by pride
As it colours through me
Still you can’t see the way
That my words want to bleed
Like you can’t see the breaks
That still have yet to be
Gold / FeathersHollow homes with broken dreams
Where fallen angels gather
Where silent sounds and shattered screams
Still hunt for one another
It was a house of heavens own
Where gilded children lay
A place that restless souls called home
Following their final days
But golden skin and feathered backs
Can not of peace restart
With final steps in fiery traps
This place is bound unto their hearts
The PeopleYou let everything fall
Like it’s what you believe
While the writings on walls
You take time not to read
While we’re all standing tall
And we’re lining the streets
You hide out in the stalls
Scared your pockets might bleed
As it all comes around
To the paper you own
With silences sound
The only one that you know
But we’re still speaking out
Though we fall like the snow
We’ll set fire to towns
As our own voices grow
'Cause the people have power
And it won’t ever fade
It just grows every hour
As you feed it with rage
Not a soft spring time shower
It’s a torrential rain `
As bureaucracy cowers
We still fight through the pain
Opening Paragraph - New WIPI always imagined my suicide note would be beautiful and tragic. I thought it would be more than a note, more than a letter, even. I thought it would be a delicately admired piece of literature, like an ancient relic in clumsy hands. The reality of the matter, however, did little more than attract everyone’s attention to just how generic my reasons for wanting to sign out early were. I’d been nothing more than a sheep for my entire life. Following the herd and being pushed this way or that by an unruly bitch. I’d followed the trends and the fads, always hoping that I was trying just enough to enable my constant position under the radar to continue on. Even in trying to kill myself I’d somehow followed the trend, asphyxiation and pills were out, but cutting was in. People were cutting themselves for all kinds of reasons, and I was but a face in the crowd. However, I needed - like a select few did - to go deeper than a cut. I needed to feel it all rushing away; th
PathsYou've been waiting for angels to give you your wings
Simply walking in circles trying to get to a win
Killing all of your trees just to count through the rings
As you struggle to find what it is that you bring
'Cause you want to be special and you want to be more
As you watch those around you stand up just to fall
And the fear's working in from the world to your core
As you carry on forward in an unnoticed war
They all hold your hand till you need it the most
When you're standing on cliffs on the crumbling coasts
As you wonder what came from the words that you wrote
Did they fix all the lives and the hearts that you broke
And your paths crossing over and wandering back
To the over familiar and soul crushing track
Now the sun's coming up but it's coming up black
When you can't find your way the World starts to attack
You've been stumbling, fumbling through worlds in the dark
And all the pages you need are torn up into parts
Now you know all you need is the smallest of sparks
But it sti
ReignGet it beautifully wrong taking it day by day
Swinging free back and forth and I can't find my way
I still can't see the traps 'cause I'm stuck in the haze
Taking baby steps back from the progress I made
And I'm building the walls for my very own cage
So afraid I can't leave but still scared I can't stay
Now they're circling me and I'm stuck in this place
And they're chopping trees down just to get better aim
So I set myself down in the dry of the earth
And I'm asking myself how I'll make this thing worse
I am hearing the sirens like I'm seeing the hearse
As the rain starts to fall and it's feeding my thirst
I can't help but ignore all the things that I've learnt
And although I must go what I've got to do first
As the blood starts to fall and I feel how it hurts
I will douse the whole ground till it's ready to burst
I will take the light out for a forrest of flames
As they all flail their arms searching for who to blame
Because now it's my turn to stand up and take aim
Through the blur
Amarte duele.Babe, place the candy heart to my lips.
Let the sweet softness wash on my taste buds, and rise me to a place up high.
Oh, babe, put these roses into a glass vase.
Let the aroma heat up our cheeks as we lay down on the petal-covered bed.
Oh, hun, thank you for the chocolate.
A sweet prize to top off our night..
But I haven't forgotten, babe.
I haven't forgotten that you beat me into my place everyday before this.
I haven't forgotten the bruises that were all over my body..
I haven't forgotten the amount of make-up I had to use to cover it up.
Loving you hurts, babe.
It really does.
If I don't listen to what you say, I get a fist to my face.
Oh, babe..I know you're stressed, so its not really your fault.
That is why I allow to continue with the heat we make.
That is why I allow you to continue to kiss me.
That is why I allow you to hurt me..
That is why I won't let you see the tears...
Because babe, on Valentine's Day, you're different.
You're love isn't
Behind the ScreenI can't seem to find a way to talk to you,
Face to face, and not with screens.
It seems the only thing I can do,
Is say 'Hello' by pressing keys.
Isn't it strange how online we're so close,
But in real life, we're so far away?
In real life, all I am is a ghost,
Watching your shadow walk astray.
In messages, we talk about everything,
To our worries and confessions,
And the songs that make us happy,
Even sometimes our strange obsessions.
Yet when I see you face to face,
All I can do is stare.
The space from which we felt so close.
Has now been stretched so far.
The things you say to me in chats,
Of happy you are to know me,
And how happy you are that we can talk,
But in reality, you hardly know me.
The Joys of LoveOur hearts are intertwined.
As warm as a fresh cup of Starbucks, our love is.
Oh-how that sounds.
Different, incredible, powerful.
When you're near
My heart goes boom
Like a good dance beat;
I start to shiver as if it's
Your love has me dancing
And grooving my feet.
Ooh-how happy you make me!
A black shadow something golden.
You scrape off the charcoal burns from my heart,
and polish our lives with shoe-cleaner.
Thank you for hacking my heart, and setting up a thousand firewalls.
Everyday our love
Is like a new song that's
Being written down;
We jam out to the rhythm
Of our beating hearts,
Each kiss is like a new lyric.
A new beat,
a new harmony,
a new song.
You taught me what it meant to love.
You taught me what it felt like to put everything on the line.
You taught me morality.
You taught me (italics) how (end italics) to love.
Everytime I think
Of you I feel like dancing
Like no one's watching;
Even if someone is,
I don't car
Poem - Photo of a DancerPhoto of a Dancer
Poem for Day 025 - 20150125
Your photo is an echo
of the dancer I've come to know.
It is an imitation incomplete
of a partner I would repeat.
The intensity of your gaze
was matched with my own.
This is absent in the image
when I look to your photo.
I remember your hand,
but memory is all I have.
Pale copy of your touch
nestled against my back.
Snapshot of your self,
reveals nothing of your soul,
I cannot in glossy pic see
the person I've come to know.
Lastly I miss your essence,
you are a dynamo of passion.
Your portrait only mimics this,
as I wait to be in your arms.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Empty wordsI'll speak empty words,
things I don't mean,
in order to keep
how I feel unseen.
I'll laugh hollowly,
pretend I don't care,
to keep myself
from standing on thin air.
But you should know
with that truth-seeking mind
that what I say
isn't how I feel inside.
I reach for your hand
but she's holding it,
I pick up my heart
but the pieces won't fit.
Wish you were here“I thought of you with love today
but that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.”
I know you’re not my everything
for I am so much more
and love to you is a bitter sting
so at distance I adore.
Go enjoy yourself my sweet
until next time we meet
I’ll sing my song till you come along
and whisk me off my feet.
Red Crop CirclesShe’s doomed her grains are set and bound
With roots so coiled within red ground
The hotness burning ageing flames
She stands anew unkempt untamed
Within her eyelids lifting sweet
A dust she lifts to soft repeat
With guiltless fingers pushing thread
She’s lost her feat and spun her head
When dizzy is the minds relax
No loosened soil or fires wax
Circles of lust, the crops are deep
Swaying secrets still they keep.
UntitledButtery sunlight on cherry wood
Eagle flight over ruby canyons
Apple cider in crystal glass
Urchin spines in cobalt waters
Trembling dew on morning grass
Laughing under coverlets of stars
Open hearts filled with whispered secrets
Vows made under the solemn moon
Every moment a living dream
Butterfly wings pinned to walls
Rainbows shattered by morning light
Oceans full of salty tears
Kites without a guiding string
Envelopes laying unopened
Nothing being right with you
My promise with you
I wait out in the pouring rain
Standing resolutely under the mistletoe
Even though Christmas was yesterday
Realizing at the stroke of midnight
You would never come
Embracing cold winter air
Messages seen, still unanswered
Promises scattered into the wind
Together once and nevermore
Yellowed pages of a forgotten fairytale
Derailed (The Metamour II)We revelled once, under summer’s gaze,
As sinuous poetry sang your praise
And distance was simply space;
Each long morning, quietly entwined,
The smiles of an unchained mind
Would meet and interlace.
Eluding silence through the hours
Of darkness wide awake, and showers
Of rain we would never feel,
The dusky idyll in which you strode
And through which each word fulfilled once flowed
Seemed never to repeal.
As dawn then murmured affably
Notes of new enrichment, he
Cast rays into our dreams;
I clung like ivy to the wall,
Lest my shadowed intrusion befall
His strong and dazzling beams.
As autumn flowered with promises new,
The glare of light obscured our view
And drew us to its heat;
You savoured every scorched caress,
Branded now to acquiesce,
Now countered and complete.
I glimmered, shy as candlelight,
Keen to spark, to reignite
The vigour of fireworks past;
At once outshone by blinding force,
By quickened wits, a tongue as coarse
As rope, I was surpassed.
My presence but a flicker