Poems

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The Stolen Prince A Poem By Me

The Minotaur, the Minotaur oh the mighty Minotaur As strong as a bull, as large as a horse as fast as an ox, yet born with human paws

Born with a bulls head, yet born with a human heart forced to be a warrior of Minos, yet he has a human laugh Trapped by the labyrinth, yet the Minotaur is a prince The prince trapped with no enemy to defeat

Alone in the labyrinth, tracking it's halls Waiting for one more person to befall To his fathers last call they all shall fall To the minotaur, prince of Crete With a human heart of gold

The child of fate, the prophecies foretold He shall be a beast, oh ever so bold But these prophecies never recalled How the Minotaur had a human heart of gold

The Minotaur, oh the Minotaur The might beast with a heart of gold The Minotaur, oh the Minotaur A giant beast ever so bold

Yet the prophecies never foretold That his father turned him into a monster Not the bulls head on his shoulders Yes, it was the cause of it all His father, Minos of Crete Who stole the princes heart of gold

His father, Minos of Crete The true monster of it all

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Bloody Bells A Poem By Me

Jingle jingle sounds the bells Doesn't fix the pain that's been dealt Ho Ho Ho shouts Santa 'cross the sky Yet to Christian treason he turns a blind eye

Christmas hats go a jingling And presents laid under the Christmas tree Yet on the counter the cookies and tea Are laden with the blood of what has been

Jingle jingle it's Christmas season Why do Christians celebrate the same holiday religion They massacred for their version of religious treason

Yet Ho Ho Ho, it's Christmas season Jolly good times, not talking about The massacres of my people for Christian reason

Just another cover up of Celtic religion Off with Yule, in with Christmas Out with Befana, in with Santa All because Christians didn't like the Celtic religion

But then again, it's Christmas season Who cares about the past, there's presents present It happened so long ago, forget about the treason Of the Christians Christmas massacre of the Celtic religion

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Ambers A Poem By Me

I had my soul lit on fire by the ambers of desire I lost my soul and heart My strand of love taught Ready to break, ready to snap I just want my love back Yet that strand being my pain Yet that strand being my hurt I have to push through So that I can feel what I've felt The pain The anger The sadness and that burning desire That lit my heart on fire Even though we have had people try and break that strand of love The weaves of our soul It may bend and falter But it will never break People will always test the strands and weaves of our love and our heart but then our heart will be moulded into the perfect shape to fit with someone elses Even if our heart is in half there will always be someone out there that fits the breakage perfectly Which makes that love so much more special

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Are You OK A Poem By Me

"Are you ok" you say But what you really mean to say is "I asked if you were okay, okay?" So that when I kill myself You don't have to take the blame

What I really wished you were to say is "Are you staying alive today?" "I know what you've been through, I'm here for you okay?" "You can talk to me okay?"

The truth is I've been through hell I'm just about ready to ring the bell Take my own life, but I can't tell Why I still put myself through this hell

My grandmas dead My godmothers dead And everyone else I've loved Have turned my life to hell

My ex is still burning my soul Acting like they never even sold My heart just to be able to Actually I don't know what to do

I heard you with your friends laughing at my hell Looking at my messages, but I can't tell If it's my pain that's so funny Or just the fact I'm about to kill myself

hahaha, imagine him hanging off a noose swinging around like a coated broome Well guess what, the jokes on you This time I jumped off my roof

How about that goodbye message I sent you? Did you find that funny as hell too? The fact that I felt alone? What about the fact that I was done With letting people treat my life with disrespect

You think it's funny, me hanging off a noose? Well jokes on you I jumped off my roof

Now my legs burning with pain Ironic because that's what I was trying to end Maybe I'll kill myself right this time Bring this pain to it's end

But at least the blame isn't on my so called friends Who ask "Are you ok" then turn away Because they don't wanna know They just wanna say "I asked if he was okay, okay?"

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Just A Single Tear A Poem By Me

My pain, set alight like the fires of hell Burning a light into my brains empty shell The fiery pain, previously a tsunami abstaining From the regularities of my mind

Filled with an ocean This ocean, made of my tears The volume of which, flooding out of my ears

This ocean, once a lake of hurt The hurt caused by the pain that was dealt By the one that I trusted most Oh my heart, taken from myself

And yet this lake was made from one tear The tear from the pain I could not bear Flowing over my mind like the flames of hell

From sadness into fury, that was all dealt By the single tear from when I once felt Sadness, to fury, has turned my brain to an empty shell Void of the emotions that I had once felt

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I'm Done A Poem By Me

I'm done feeling pain I'm done feeling sad I'm done feeling hurt I'm done feeling bad

I'm done with my emotions I'm done with my love I'm done with feeling Like a 100 year old mummy Ripped out of their tomb

My sadness turns to pain My pain turns to anger My anger turns into hatred Against the one I was once after

Thye tricked me Snapped my heart in half Well they will controll my emotions no longer Because the only thing showed me was a path

A path to sadness A path to pain I'm done with these emotions They're making me insane

Now I feel anger Now I feel hatred The one I once loved no more Now just the one who tricked me into loving them

To break my heart To get my love And throw it in the fire Well I'll rise above I'll stay tough

So now my love for them is gone Replaced with my hatred Now my hatred is left alone Like a loaded gun

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Furies Flame A Poem By Me

My blood boils With the burn of pain Something put to rest Brought up again

Finally happy But then blamed Blamed for something They brought up again

The pain will not make me sad The pain shall make me mad Mad with the fury and the anger Mad with what they decided to bring closer

I'm done feeling pain I'm done feeling sad I'm done with giving them love Because it makes me mad

That I was blamed For what they have done

I put it to rest I put it to sleep Yet even then They brought it up again

So this time I shall not run from furies flame I will embrace it, I will embrace the pain

Not to sadness Not to my bane But to fight against those I onced called same

I am done feeling their pain It's time that I fought for my own gain So inside of me, I'll embrace furies flame Fill the void with anger instead of my maim

I will burn my soul Make the ashes of the dead Used as the fuel To put this shit to bed

No more I will hurt No more I feel pain I will not take the fucking blame

If they force me to shout, I will shout! If they force me to fight, I will fight! But if they force me to hurt one second more I will not fucking hurt! I will not take the fucking blame!

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Too Young A Poem By Me

A young boy Only fifteen Seeking love Seeking meaning

Looking for something to love Looking for a reason to live

The young boy Finding a light At the end of the tunnel The tunnel at the end of his fight

The light being his reason Our boy, finally trusting something

Our young boy Falling in love Enchanted by this light Finally able to trust

The light becomes his whole The light becomes his world

Our young boy Finally has a reason A reason to live A reason to love

But this love was a false light A lure; bait for the fishers delight Our young boy left all alone Heart broken into pieces

That is when our young boy becomes a man With pain in his eyes And scars on his hands

He is not frightened by his rage He is not frightened by his pain Our hurt man just wants to love again

But again and again Life pummels him down His reason to love gone His reason to live gone

His life like a desert Our hurt man wonders Trying to find a way to trust Trying to find a way to love

Hoping that he'll just be able to love again Hoping that he won't be hurt again

Our hurt man Then fills the desert with his tears Finally letting his borders down Feeling all of his pain

And the desert turn into an oasis With a broken heart at the middle A young boy turned into a man A man who just wants to love again

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Silence A Poem By Me

Emotions run through my head Resonating in my brain Like a thunderstorm Made out of my pain

I only wish for the quiet For my thoughts to stop For my head to be clear For me to be just tough

But yet I feel the pain Of the thunderstorm in my head Lightning cracking open my skull Along with the screams of the dead

They peirce my ears As I scream silently Into the abyss of my mind Void of light, dull of frequency

The frequency of my pain Like a dull buzzing noise Yet it fills my head Like a thunderstorm Like the sounds of the dead

Until I realize it is not a sound It is the feeling of sadness Overcoming the pain and the dead Turning my head into a silent space

And even though my head is quiet Even though it's finally at peace I dread the silence Because now as the noise start to cease I see my love again, clear as day Clear as my pain

And that hurts more than the screams of the dead More than the thunderstorm in my head Because now I start to see The such pain that I dread

The pain of my loss The pain of being alone The pain making my heart begging to be sown Because each time I think of that love My heart breaks all over again

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Yet The River Runs A Poem By Me

Rain falls on the side of my room As tears fall on my bedroom floor Dreaming of what once was Hurting me to my core

An elder lost A fellow too And a love Stifled by the one it was devoted to

My mind, riddled with thoughts Of what could've been What has been What has not been

But life goes on Like a river flowing Like the cuts on my arms Yet it still hurts knowing

That even though they were my everything Life still goes on, like a river flowing

Told to push on To keep on going But I just want to hold the one I love in my arms

Yet I keep on knowing That love doesn't love me But my love keeps on going

And yet the river keeps on flowing As my head goes under And I think of that love As my heart enters a slumber Because to be hurt like this again Would put my heart under

And as the poem comes to a close My heart gets closer and closer To becoming so broken That it hurts no longer