Metallic clashes sound
Raging war knows no bound
Fires crackle and roar
Death has opened his door
Homes reduced to rubble
Survival is struggle.
Roads stop leading to Rome
Poison lies in sea foam
Balances have now tipped
Nightingales are tight-lipped.
When spark of war is born
Red brides become forlorn
Belly swollen with child
Eyes awake, puffed and wild
They await husbands brave
To quench the love they crave.
I walked past a morgue today.
Pictures of gore and pain graced my mind.
I stared at the bolted door
Fascinated.
I let my mind wander free
And was possessed by the terrifying thought
Of one day finding you encased
by its sterile walls.
I cannot give you up
I need your optimism in my life
I can’t give you in
to the gods in heaven
that you’re so fond of believing in.
But it’s not in my hands
To hold back a soul
Whose time has expired.
I wonder if I might break
If I see your bod go up in flames.
Or if I might be overjoyed
That sorrow can no more
Imprison you in his skeleton fist.
(A/N This is a poem made entirely from lyrics of various songs (Try to guess which ones :D). I have read that this is a form of poetry but have forgotten what it’s called… do tell me if any of you know… Also, criticism and suggestions are most welcome of course.)
There was a time
I had a heart then
That made
Pavements shine like silver
Even brighter than the moon
Once upon a time
The world was a song
And we taught them all to sing along
Every time I closed my eyes
I swear I could fly
I made it through the wilderness
A long long journey
But now
I can’t even breath (or)
Stop for a minute and smile…
And it’s too late to go back to sleep (because)
It all went wrong.
The queen has been overthrown
And I’ve become so numb.
(A/N To a very good friend of mine… you are beautiful no matter what anyone says – don’t dare forget that.)
Bruised fingers
Hammer at keys
Strings vibrate
So painfully.
Ivory and onyx
Dance their way
Into a splendour
Intricately woven.
Shivering strings
Shudder and heave
In a flowing tune
Composed by worn hands
Masterfully, in agony
A song is set ablaze
One like no other
Wounded, yet sheer perfection.
Gasp! I actually made sense 