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Heartless Everyday I wake up,Heartless by ~chubbaloo
To see your lifeless eyes,
And everyday I shed a tear,
For you, and your heart of ice,
There's nothing I could ever do,
To teach you how to care,
The only things you're bothered by,
Are nails, shoes and hair,
You never showed a smile,
You only grimaced and sneered,
You take and take and never give,
No wonder you're feared,
It burns my heart to see you,
Scowling at the poor,
You never thought to give to them,
You only wanted more,
Your boss says you're amazing,
But you don't need to be told,
You're cocky, spiteful, dangerous,
And your heart's already sold...
In The Gutter I walk along a dirty road,In The Gutter by ~chubbaloo
With drunks and tramps,
and who knows what else,
They look at me with dull eyes,
Let out a burp or fart,
and get on with their usual business,
I see a light,
In the corner of my eye,
The post office,
Empty, cold and boring,
While the drunks throw up,
Just behind my rhythmic footsteps,
I'd like to think I let out a glow,
to those lonely old geezers,
A beacon they could aspire to follow home,
But in the end I am one of them,
Not a leader, just overdressed,
Because we're all in the gutter..
Perish... Joseph fell to the floor,Perish... by ~chubbaloo
Life rushing from his broken body,
He remembered everything in one moment,
His first bike ride,
His first day at school,
He could almost feel death breath upon him,
and welcomed it like a long lost friend,
He remembered the terror,
His first comrade to die in his arms,
His first murder,
He felt his soul separate from his body,
and waved it goodbye for eternity,
He remembered having to let go,
His first funeral,
His son's first day at nursery,
He thought of his family,
Who rushed to his side at that moment,
All he could see was their faces,
Their dull expression and grimly,
He remembered the w
The Birdsong The wind rushed between the trees as the birds sang their native song,The Birdsong by ~chubbaloo
They whistle a tune of anguish, sorrow, disruptiveness and hate,
They sing of madness and discontent with life as they know it,
They yell a shout of pride in their own skewed perspective,
They make a nest for housing living offspring to carry out their deeds,
And drive their sword like beaks into the lowly maggots who oppose them,
Yes, the birds are planning, plotting for revenge for their mistreat,
Yet all we hear is "tweet, tweet, tweet"
For my friend Without your voice my ears don't listenFor my friend by ~deadbob12
Without your works of art my eyes only see darkness
Without your love my heart cries crimson tears
A Thought-Provoking Thought This is a dangerous poemA Thought-Provoking Thought by ~ginger-elvis
If you read this poem you will die
If you ignore it you will live
But can you tear your eyes away?
Do you want to ignore it?
Would you pass up the wisdom it can bestow on you?
Or would you rather reminisce to yourself?
About the life you thought you'd lived
Or the lie you thought had been forgived
About the goal that you worked to achieve
Or the gift you happened to recieve
About the heart you thought you'd satisfied
Or the dream you always thought had died
If you were to die at the end of this poem
Could you really say you'd lived at all?
WeekDay Monday is for rainfallWeekDay by ~ginger-elvis
which floods the heart today,
the patter of drops on windows
washes happiness away,
Tuesday is for duty
which cannot break or bend,
doesn't matter if you will struggle
it will find you in the end,
Wednesday is for sorrow
depression, anger, fear,
thoughts of long and winding roads
will make you drop a tear,
Thursday is for submission
your heart's forced release,
the loss of a more simple life
will break you piece by piece,
Friday is for conforming
to what your neighbour wants,
you'll do anything to reach the weekend
to be happy just for once,
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