Post by Moony on Aug 19, 2009 23:17:23 GMT -5
Okay.... some of these I've written my self, others by my favorite poets.
Who am I?
By: Moony
Who am I?
Tell me.
I really want to know.
I feel like a crayon without a rapper,
or a book without a title.
My mind has been lost in this stereotypical world,
erased and forgotten, of all that I knew.
It's like knocking door-to-door,
asking for sugar or money.
All I get is a door in the face,
and an unanswered question.
Could you help me find myself,
in the Cult of Personality?
Or is it too hard, like finding a needle in a haystack?
Would you be my gallant friend,
who ends up finding my key, lost in the
junk yard of scrap souls?
Soon, the ignorance seems to fade,
and common sense seems to bloom.
I cannot find who I am,
simply because I am me.
There is no other person out there,
who could be my secret clone.
I am me, and that's Who I am.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By: Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
The Divine Wolf
By: Adonis
The forenoon is burn-faced and wandering
And I am the death of the moon
Below my countenance the bell of the night has broken
And I am the new divine wolf.
Sonnet #47
By: Shakespear
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, ,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
*The Mask
By: Moony
Everyday is your Halloween,
you wear that same old mask.
The mask that hides who you really are,
for who I thought you were.
I must admit,
you really had me fooled.
Blinded by the acid,
the acid of your lies.
When you took that mask off,
you cut a hole in my chest.
I never knew you could do that,
nor did I thought you would.
It hurt real bad,
deep in my chest.
I'm sure my friends would agree,
and yours as well.
You shocked us all with your colors.
Some were impressed,
while others were surprise.
And I, well, was bleeding on the inside.
Now that we know who you really are,
don't bother to put it on again.
You won't fool us anymore,
you will only fool yourself.
Step by step, I've moved on.
I accepted who you were.
It wasn't easy, but at least I did it.
Nothing is turning me around.
Everyday was your Halloween,
you used to wear that same old mask.
Now it's out, we know who you are.
You're caught! Stealing not from us, but from you.
So don't ever bother bringing the mask out,
we all know that it's fake.
* I wrote this poem for my ex. He lied to me about some things, I wrote out my problems.
Who am I?
By: Moony
Who am I?
Tell me.
I really want to know.
I feel like a crayon without a rapper,
or a book without a title.
My mind has been lost in this stereotypical world,
erased and forgotten, of all that I knew.
It's like knocking door-to-door,
asking for sugar or money.
All I get is a door in the face,
and an unanswered question.
Could you help me find myself,
in the Cult of Personality?
Or is it too hard, like finding a needle in a haystack?
Would you be my gallant friend,
who ends up finding my key, lost in the
junk yard of scrap souls?
Soon, the ignorance seems to fade,
and common sense seems to bloom.
I cannot find who I am,
simply because I am me.
There is no other person out there,
who could be my secret clone.
I am me, and that's Who I am.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By: Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
The Divine Wolf
By: Adonis
The forenoon is burn-faced and wandering
And I am the death of the moon
Below my countenance the bell of the night has broken
And I am the new divine wolf.
Sonnet #47
By: Shakespear
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, ,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
*The Mask
By: Moony
Everyday is your Halloween,
you wear that same old mask.
The mask that hides who you really are,
for who I thought you were.
I must admit,
you really had me fooled.
Blinded by the acid,
the acid of your lies.
When you took that mask off,
you cut a hole in my chest.
I never knew you could do that,
nor did I thought you would.
It hurt real bad,
deep in my chest.
I'm sure my friends would agree,
and yours as well.
You shocked us all with your colors.
Some were impressed,
while others were surprise.
And I, well, was bleeding on the inside.
Now that we know who you really are,
don't bother to put it on again.
You won't fool us anymore,
you will only fool yourself.
Step by step, I've moved on.
I accepted who you were.
It wasn't easy, but at least I did it.
Nothing is turning me around.
Everyday was your Halloween,
you used to wear that same old mask.
Now it's out, we know who you are.
You're caught! Stealing not from us, but from you.
So don't ever bother bringing the mask out,
we all know that it's fake.
* I wrote this poem for my ex. He lied to me about some things, I wrote out my problems.
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