Creative Corner 5
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BY MYSELF TODAY
He slowly tore my heart away
and left me by myself today.
Alone, quiet, and in a dark room
I knew he was my painful doom.
I took one look and turned around
only to fall to the ground.
He was my soul, my shining night,
my life used to be so very bright.
But now the light has slowly dimmed
all of this, because of him.
Now my life is just a pile
of hurt, pain and denial.
Maybe loneliness isn't such a thing
that only he, he can bring.
I'm sure that other people kill
for killing is a killing skill.
He came around this very day,
all his sorry's he meant to say,
but not one sorry could come out
all this time he was in doubt.
That we could live, that we could grow
and all our feelings we could show.
We could have lived forever more
and all my love he could be for.
Now my heart is crying strong,
somehow I knew that I was wrong
about our love, that he cared,
and all the great times we had shared.
I'm all alone now, by myself
I no longer need to keep my health.
Now the passion has gone for life,
my wrist is gently calling "knife".
The sun is black; the sky is red,
pain is going through my head.
What is love? It's such a word,
that I regret to have ever heard.
As they say, life goes on
but I'm sure it's all a con.
There's no such thing as this true love
unless you believe in Heaven above.
So here I'll stay, in this pain
hoping he won't come again
to steal my heart, take my time
and say that soon it'll all be fine.
I'll try to stop him telling me
what to say, how to be.
I'll turn around and walk away
and end up by myself today.
- Candice Sexton
MY NEEDS
I live in depression
For there is no question
You missed my explanation
So I have no exclamation
To figure out any promotions
In the world so demotional
I can't hold the temptation
I need the attention
I feel so emotional
The day I was responsible
Give me a chance
To feel sensational
- Anca Stanculescu
URBAN SPY
I see you from a distance,
You turn away
And walk a mile.
Seeing you makes me crazy,
It makes me smile.
- B.T.
THE SNOW
A room as silent as an emptied church, painted white and blue.
No lights are on, just the warm glow of the fireplace.
It's light flickers over my face as I stare
Out through the tall, elegant windowpanes.
Out onto a world of ice.
White crystals falling to a blackened world.
I become mesmerized and succumb to its beauty.
Opening the clear bay windows, the cool breeze caresses my face.
I am not cold but my skin tingles with electrical excitement and passion
Reaching out my fingers into the icy night.
Turning up my trembling palm, the first flake falls,
On the tip of my finger.
It glistens with exquisite beauty until it vanishes
On the warmth of my skin to a small drop of water.
Trickling down the length of my finger to my palm.
Stepping out onto the balcony. Into the snow.
The forests that enclose us are blanketed in white.
Slowly, gently tiny fragments of ice float down.
I lift up my arms to the vastness above me.
To the ever falling snow.
- Melanie Wilde
Creative Corner only encourages original works and we accept no responsibility for copyright.
Please note that unfortunately any work submitted cannot be returned.
BY MYSELF TODAY
He slowly tore my heart away
and left me by myself today.
Alone, quiet, and in a dark room
I knew he was my painful doom.
I took one look and turned around
only to fall to the ground.
He was my soul, my shining night,
my life used to be so very bright.
But now the light has slowly dimmed
all of this, because of him.
Now my life is just a pile
of hurt, pain and denial.
Maybe loneliness isn't such a thing
that only he, he can bring.
I'm sure that other people kill
for killing is a killing skill.
He came around this very day,
all his sorry's he meant to say,
but not one sorry could come out
all this time he was in doubt.
That we could live, that we could grow
and all our feelings we could show.
We could have lived forever more
and all my love he could be for.
Now my heart is crying strong,
somehow I knew that I was wrong
about our love, that he cared,
and all the great times we had shared.
I'm all alone now, by myself
I no longer need to keep my health.
Now the passion has gone for life,
my wrist is gently calling "knife".
The sun is black; the sky is red,
pain is going through my head.
What is love? It's such a word,
that I regret to have ever heard.
As they say, life goes on
but I'm sure it's all a con.
There's no such thing as this true love
unless you believe in Heaven above.
So here I'll stay, in this pain
hoping he won't come again
to steal my heart, take my time
and say that soon it'll all be fine.
I'll try to stop him telling me
what to say, how to be.
I'll turn around and walk away
and end up by myself today.
- Candice Sexton
MY NEEDS
I live in depression
For there is no question
You missed my explanation
So I have no exclamation
To figure out any promotions
In the world so demotional
I can't hold the temptation
I need the attention
I feel so emotional
The day I was responsible
Give me a chance
To feel sensational
- Anca Stanculescu
URBAN SPY
I see you from a distance,
You turn away
And walk a mile.
Seeing you makes me crazy,
It makes me smile.
- B.T.
THE SNOW
A room as silent as an emptied church, painted white and blue.
No lights are on, just the warm glow of the fireplace.
It's light flickers over my face as I stare
Out through the tall, elegant windowpanes.
Out onto a world of ice.
White crystals falling to a blackened world.
I become mesmerized and succumb to its beauty.
Opening the clear bay windows, the cool breeze caresses my face.
I am not cold but my skin tingles with electrical excitement and passion
Reaching out my fingers into the icy night.
Turning up my trembling palm, the first flake falls,
On the tip of my finger.
It glistens with exquisite beauty until it vanishes
On the warmth of my skin to a small drop of water.
Trickling down the length of my finger to my palm.
Stepping out onto the balcony. Into the snow.
The forests that enclose us are blanketed in white.
Slowly, gently tiny fragments of ice float down.
I lift up my arms to the vastness above me.
To the ever falling snow.
- Melanie Wilde
Creative Corner only encourages original works and we accept no responsibility for copyright.
Please note that unfortunately any work submitted cannot be returned.
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