Malem Lark

    Walk the Grounds

    Thursday, April 12, 2007, 08:17 PM [Poems]

     Walk the Grounds

     Walk the grounds
    that hold the memories
    Stomp the dreams out
    and shatter the joy

    Walk the grounds
    that hold the heart
    Crush the hopes
    and burn the love

    Walk the grounds
    that hold the soul
    Freeze the freedom
    and melt the will

    Walk the grounds
    that hold me inside
    Destroy everything that
    once was me



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    My Mask

    Wednesday, January 10, 2007, 08:57 PM [Poems]

    So I haven't posted a poem for a while so I thought that I would put one up instead of writing a whole long entry again.
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    My Mask


    Built of shadows
    Sealed with stone
    Lined with ice
    Covered in blood

    The mask of me
    has served me well
    All these years
    its been my friend

    Everyday I put it on
    unwilling to lay it down
    Hiding my true emotions
    for happiness to shine

    Fakeness in my voice
    goes unheard
    Pain in my eyes
    goes unseen

    But through the blows & hits of time
    my faithfull mask is beginning to crack
    Its taken so much, for so long
    that soon the real me is going to show

    The people around
    will begin to cry
    The spirits
    will begin to scream

    I can't hold it on
    I'm going to lose
    I can't begin again
    I'm going to run

    To a new place
    where no one knows
    To a new home
    where the sun shows

    A new mask will be made
    forged in memories
    A new role to take on
    played to perfect

    The unwanted past
    is always there
    The much-felt pain
    is never gone

    Everyday I put it on
    unwilling to lay it down
    Hiding my true emotions
    for happiness to shine

    The mask of me
    has served me well
    All these years
    its been my friend

    Built of shadows
    Sealed with stone
    Lined with ice
    Covered in blood
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    Wintered Earth

    Thursday, November 30, 2006, 07:20 AM [Poems]

    I'll tell you why I posted this in the post that follows this.
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    Wintered Earth

    Built upon
    the frozen land
    of ground
    long since banned

    Virgin snow
    stored and sold
    for dreams
    to make cold

    Blizzard winds
    of calling pain
    in winter
    sound to plain

    Sleeping moons
    bidding to dare
    the night
    to make bare

    Falling stars
    dying out forever
    waiting together
    but knowing never

    Failing earth
    always in waiting
    for time
    to start creating

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    Thanksgiving

    Friday, November 17, 2006, 06:38 PM [Poems]

    Here is another poem, but I worn you that it is VERY VERY long.
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    Thanksgiving

    Its that time of year
    Where we give thanks to the world

    ~~~

    I sit in the corner darkend by shadows
    Watching my family pretending

    Pretending to smile
    Pretending to laugh

    I know their anger
    I know their hate
    Because I was the peacekeeper
    I was the listener

    I kept their secrets
    I told their lies
    The weight grew heavy and I began to die

    Pretending to smile
    Pretending to laugh

    I sit in the corner darkend by shadows
    Watching my family pretending

    ~~~

    I sit at the table unseen and unheard
    Listening to my family's stories

    Stories of triumph
    Stories of happiness

    I know their anger
    I know their hate
    Because I was the peacekeeper
    I was the listener

    I kept their secrets
    I told their lies
    The weight grew heavy and I began to die

    Stories of triumph
    Stories of happiness

    I sit at the table unseen and unheard
    Listening to my family's stories

    ~~~

    I stand at the door looking into the night
    Watching my family leaving

    Leaving the pretending
    Leaving the stories

    I know their anger
    I know their hate
    Because I was the peacekeeper
    I was the listener

    I kept their secrets
    I told their lies
    The weight grew heavy and I began to die

    Leaving the pretending
    Leaving the stories

    I stand at the door looking into the night
    Watching my family leaving

    ~~~

    Its that time of year
    Where we give thanks to the world

    ~~~

    Its been a year to the day
    Since I last saw them

    But now the roles have turned
    They are the peacekeepers
    They are the listeners

    Because the weight gew its heaviest and I did die

    For I took my life because of them
    On that day of thanks
    In that room of the feast

    I used their carving knife
    I used their drinking glass

    For I filled that glass with my pain
    And set it with the feast
    So they could see all their lies

    ~~~

    I lay here now
    Dead and at peace

    They are crying
    They are asking why
    But do they truly care

    They are not pretending
    They are not telling stories
    But it was my death that did this

    Not because of the pain
    Not because of the lies

    I had to do it
    They needed it
    It was the only way

    I lay here now
    Dead and at peace

    ~~~

    Times change and people disappear
    My family...they just forgot me

    I watched them from above
    They were so happy and yet they turned back
    To the pretending and to the lies

    I had tried my best
    I did the only thing I knew how

    So I let them pretend
    I let them lie
    I let them bring their own demise

    They had the chance
    They made the choice

    Times change and people disappear
    My family...they just forgot me

    ~~~

    Its that time of year
    Where we give thanks to the world

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    Life's Roses

    Thursday, November 16, 2006, 07:58 PM [Poems]

    This is a short one that a lot of people seem to like.
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    Life's Roses

    I cried all tears
    among the thorns
    I tore all faith
    among the leaves
    I burned all love
    among the petals
    I lost all hope
    among the roses

    Among life's roses
    I laid down to die

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