Black roses litter the bed.
They once were red.
Like halos resting above your head.
How I was so mislead.
It should have come to no surprise.
Your love turned out to be all lies.
Now I watch our roses die.
Once as red as these tears I cry.
What remains are thorns.
Representing not love, but scorn.
Black petals ripped from roses shorn.
Separated from you I feel forlorn.
Here I fall on broken knees.
God bring him back to me please?
With all my heart I can’t believe.
Can’t find the strength to set us free.
Sounds of dying fill the room.
Mixing in to stir the gloom.
Something has got to happen soon.
Petals fall to meet their doom.
He’s not coming back, no way.
I am these roses blown astray.
Goodbye, is all I have to say.
Our black roses have all gone away.
This poem is based on the Looking Glass Wars. They are good books that are a new take on the Alice in Wonderland story. So here it goes.
At first glance, that looking glass,
was just another door.
Now here I wait, forgotten by fate,
just another thin glass floor.
I wish to go home, never meant to be alone,
a solitary player in chess.
Now I'm behind this glass lost, paid far to steep a cost,
my soul stopped from being laid to rest.
In another world forsaken, everything I had was taken,
blinded by the mirror's crystal light.
Even earth was a little richer, not empty like this picture,
cannot be seen by those without the sight.
When another takes a glance, that's when I'll find the chance,
they'll be trapped and I'll be set free.
For the mirror steals the life, locking it forever without night,
doesn't care who it is or anything they see.
So watch out for reflections, for they can cause infection,
a prison made out of a cold evil place.
For a mirror is a glass, showing the future and the past.
And all you have to stand up to is your own face.
Always a step behind.
Never a moment ahead.
Wish there was something to find.
I'm never the leader, only the lead.
Never in the right place.
And always at the wrong time.
Hard for anyone to know my face.
When I'm at the end of the line.
I'd like to reap the benefits.
But never sow the seeds.
Feels like my shoes never fit.
Always crushed by my own needs.
Never going to get anywhere.
Except when I reach the end.
No one said life was ever fair.
Or that broken hearts ever mend.
I'm never one to embrace love.
Always the heart unknown.
And when push comes to shove,
I'm always sitting here alone.
I'm always the second fiddle.
Last in all I try to do.
The rotten core at the middle.
I'll never be good enough to play with you.
This poem is based on the show Supernatural from the WB. It's amazing. I love Dean and Sam's brotherly bond. It sort of followed along with a song I was listening to on YouTube. I included the video with it. The poem is based from Dean's point of view and it's my own though I do not own Supernatural.
Help me build a memory.
Something to be remembered by.
That makes me better than I've ever been.
To help me atone before I die.
I've done so many horrible things.
And held back my feelings for so long.
Now the time is up and it is over.
But I still don't think that it was wrong.
To give my life after one year.
So that you could stay alive.
It's a choice I'd make again.
Because you need to survive.
I know that you are angry.
And you don't think it's right.
But you will learn to be strong.
And continue on this fight.
I made the deal with the demon.
Even sealed it with a kiss.
Because I could not lose you.
I will except the punishment for this.
Do not think I don't care.
Because I am truly afraid.
I don't want to go to Hell.
But the price has to be paid.
I know we'll go down fighting.
Covered in blood and sweat.
And that after it's all over,
the demon will collect my debt.
I wish you could tell me,
that you know what to do.
That you know how to save me.
Better than I saved you.
I love you little brother.
Though out loud I'd never tell.
Just don't give up on me.
Please rescue me from Hell.
Author's Note:I am not Christian. I am a very proud Pagan. This piece of poetry is a piece I did for a friend of mine. So please keep that in mind when reading this, that I am not against any religion.
Here I am silently Father.
Giving what you keep.
This is my soul oh Father.
Can’t you hear it weep?
Pray you take the pain away.
So that I can sleep.
Give them what they ask for Father.
So they can finally see.
Praying for your mercy Father.
So I’ve no need to cry.
Save me from myself oh Father.
Because I want to die.
But I don’t want to end oh Father.
It is not my time.
But here I am hated by all.
And I have done no crime.
So let me have your light oh Father.
Take the pain from my head.
Please come soon my Father.
Before all of me is dead.
Help me find the way our Father.
And let me pass this test.
Have mercy on a dark soul Father.
And save it before it reaches death.
