Ryan Matthew Arcilla, 6 marca 2012
12/22/11
You gotta hold it together, all like birds in a flock,
All while doing nothing but mock!
All you bring is pain and mourn,
All because of you, you fucking evil angel!
I'll never surrender! I'll never be brought down!
You'll never be taking me down town!
I'll never be going down to your little home called 'Hell'
Because I'd rather just rot in my own fucking cell!
Put me to sleep, evil angel! Open your wings, evil angel!
Just glance down at me, watch me shrivel!
This just tells me that you were never a fucking angel!
You're just a duplicate of the one unholy Satan!
You're just the fucking Devil!
Ryan Matthew Arcilla, 6 marca 2012
12/22/11
One star skids through the sky,
Followed by more and more crossing by
Let's make a wish, all for each one...
Hoping that any of them will have come
Oh, wish I may, wish I might,
I wish to be guided away from fright...
Lead me away from this horrid Ghost Town
Somewhere else where I can perish...maybe by drown
Wishes, wishes, full of hope...
Don't leave me dying, all to mope
Please, just let me see the shine so fine...
Please, just let me see...before I die
(Quick noting...if you've read my other poems, you've probably figured that they're somewhat...depressing. I also have what I think is a depressing poem, but if you still wish to read it, take caution that is has rather...foul language. That certain poem should be called..."Evil Angel.")
Ryan Matthew Arcilla, 27 lutego 2012
12/23/11
I've fallen into a rather deep slumber,
Causing me to toss, and turn, and soon to lumber
I see darkness and all, soon causing fright...
As I catch myself falling into the night
I faceplant into the earth,
Hearing something creep forth
I look up to gaze, and what do I see...?
I see myself in a memory...with you looking at me
I remember this, very well...
Because this is when in love we fell
I had decided to give you the first kiss...
And from longing, I find myself having to miss...
Now, I surge forward in time,
Feeling as if I would blow like a mine
Now, I see us through our breakup...
Guess I really fucked up...
Flashes later, I see us...back together?
I had thought that this would last forever...
Then, more flashes later,
That image had just gotten farther
I now sit where I am now...
Hopeless, guilty...the old me won't be found
Easy come, easy go,
This is how it flows
Time apart, no more spent
I have just made my ascent,
Back to being soul-less, here I come...
Back to earth, then back from...
Just...back from the fires.
The fires that burn in Hell
Ryan Matthew Arcilla, 27 lutego 2012
12/23/11
Maybe I'll be your knight in shining armor...
Guiding you away, farther and farther...
Or maybe I'll be your end...
Guiding you away from your past friend...
You know what I had said about this never ending love?
Well...it's been shot down like a helpless dove.
I will be turning away from here on out, if I must...
Just because...well, maybe if I can't have your trust.
We've gone through SO much, making myself flood in memory,
Making me think of a certain melody...
But, I'm afraid, my dear, that that memory has gone to fly,
Because, my dear...it has begun to rot and die.
Ryan Matthew Arcilla, 27 lutego 2012
12/23/11
Wake up, feel the air that I'm breathin'?
Wake up next to me, you're all that I'm needin'?
Yeah, right! All I do to this is let out a sigh,
While staring up, an emotionless gaze up to the sky
I used to be one of the most happy guys,
But now...all that happiness just flies...
Away from this soul, all of it goes,
Just SEARING through me like multiple hot coals
Well...coals...what a time for that?
Because...look at the day that time has sat.
Christmas...Christmas is here,
Christmas is supposedly happiness to hear...
I used to be part of the bunch, to look forward...
But now, I'll jus' stand back, like a little coward
I'll hide away from all the joy
Just because I've been imaged as a little boy
Frightened by his thoughts
All through the lots
Never again happy
Jus' slacking through, crazy
I'll never be the same,
It's always gonna be true,
I may not have a 'Christmas...'
But...I actually hope that you do
You'll be spending THIS holiday alone,
All alone, without anything to mourn,
Right now, I won't be there by your side,
Because...well...inside, I've died
...
Though my words have shown much hate,
Which is my form...slightly great
They have something hidden...
You'll figure if you think within
Can I trust, or no trust?
I need the answer, I must
Come on...
Give me the straight answer!
You must hurry, and tell me right here!
Before those coals...have me completely seared
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