Your Feelings

by Joe Davila

Your Feelings


I cant see and understand how you are the way you act
Unsolved mysteries cant solve this lie and turn into a fact
Fact that you and me no longer exists
In this memory that faded with a kiss
A kiss that was just a lethal as poison itself
Destroyed all my emotions, feelings were left to melt
Melt into a lake of solitude in silence with no disturbance
Alone wondering around lost with no current
Still you sit there and have not a care in the world about it
I raise above mountains for your love, with no intentions to quit
I split oceans so there is nothing to stop me from being with you
Cause I cant control these feeling I have that are so true
Doesn't matter what I do, say or even show
Cause your gonna be you and we will never grow
You will throw fire of rages beyond what your heart can control
And yet I will set there and burn in the cold
I sit in the rain struggling in pain lost without nothing to gain
While your out there living the life and not caring how your driving me insane
I am the blue skies, while your the dark clouds trying to cover me
Cause of your cold heart that's how you have to be
I sometimes feel I wish I was blind so I cant see the anger
I also wish I cant hear so I wont hear the hurt from a stranger
But I guess I will never understand why love plays a funny part in life
It brings joy and happiness and at the sametime destroys emotions out of sight.

BY Joe Davila   

Philosophy is questions that may never be answered. Religion is answers that may never be questioned. – THE FACE OF MDK

My Fairytale's Illusion

by TinyDancer46

A heart he stole away from me
Right from my bleeding chest
And through the wounds, I gave him love
For he deserved the best

A treasure I held in my hands
That promised he would stay
My prince I had now, finally
He'd never go away...

But through the stormy weather
With the lies I failed to see
My prince had found a princess
And he loved her more than me...

Yet I couldn't see the damage
Through the dark storm, I was blind
Conceived by what I dreamed for,
Love was perfect in my mind...

Till one day, lightening struck me
My prince left without a trace
My broken heart screamed out his name
While tears poured down my face

Now I'm crying on this wooden floor
Wishing then I knew
That fairy-tales are make-believe
And dreams do not come true

  

The Stolen Heart

by Adreamer

There is a crook among us,
I will give u a clue,
She does not cause,
She loves the colors green and blue.

If u cannot guess I will say who,
She goes by the name of a dreamer,
What she says I will do,
Her words move me like wind does a streamer.

I'm glad she stole my heart,
It has brought me great joy,
She was very sneaky and smart,
She is like a cat and I'm like a toy.

I like my heart to rest in her hands,
Always being very funny,
It seems we may be from different lands,
Sometimes she reminds me of an innocent bunny.


Yet again written by my friend Rick and he asked me to post it for him.   

How To Hold A Ghost's Hand

by Bailey

You couldn't handle life,
So you ended yours,
Now you're six feet underground,
And walking through Hell's doors.

Your ghost still haunts me,
And sometimes I reach out,
But my hand passes right through,
So I go to my room and pout.

I long for you touch,
I long to hold your hand,
Just one last time,
But it's like I am banned.

They say I'll move on,
That I'll be okay,
But I know that isn't true,
So I'll be joining you today.

I take a deep breath to steady myself,
And I swallow half a bottle of pills,
I start to get dizzy,
The bottle drops and spills.

Darkness swallows me whole,
Then I see you in front of me,
I take your hand,
And finally feel free...   

The Foot Soldiers (Dispensables)

by Mathiba Len Molefe

The Foot Soldiers (Dispensables)

Every movement has it’s leader, one who stands at its helm and delegates to his underlings or subordinates. Be it a ship on the ocean or a platoon on the plains, we all have leaders. Leaders whose lives are at little risk when they opt to stay back and let those whose lives are but mere statistics face the heat of the incendiary thrown into the fray.

Battle scarred these men return to their superiors carrying on their backs the spoils of war so that they may be enjoyed by those who lay in the lap of luxury and pay little mind to those who meet their ends in the chaos and anarchy of war. Theirs are the names that are remembered by none other than their widowed wives and children fatherless.

Serve us well they say, lay your lives down so that we, the rich and pampered may progress into the new world, and we shall pay homage to thee. Go face the angel of death, and those of you who survive will be granted the chance to face him again and exact vengeance on him in the name of your fallen brothers. Bring us glory and we shall give you nothing in return, nothing but the scraps that fall from our tables as we dine on the delights that are fit only for those with titles that demand acknowledgement.

These are our leaders, men who walk through squalor in disgust and turn a blind eye to the sufferings of the people that they pledged to protect with their lives. The smell turns my stomach, who can live in such appalling conditions but the people we serve and protect, the people who gave us the power we abuse.

This description fits none other than the people who lead us, lead us into ruin so that their own pockets can swell with notes tainted by the blood of those sacrificed for the good of the no good. This is my country and I shall use it as I see fit.