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by Madame B.
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Touch Of Grace
Here's my prayer, i'm getting nowhere
I'm stepping up the stairs, but falling behind
I'm a one-man show that nobody knows
My body sure knows, i'm wondering why
I can't go on singing this song
That the angels will not hear
The world is a hole from all that i stole
But there is still a little love in here
Few things will last
I did it too fast, but i'm learning to cry
Don't be a stepping stone
Get it all out, deliver it
Here's my weep, i'm digging too deep
I do believe in lies, i've got everything to hide
I'm young, i'm old, i do what i'm told
Cut open, unfold, but there's nothing inside
I can't go on singing this song
That the angels will not hear
The world is a hole from all that i stole
But there is still a little love in here
Few things will last
I did it too fast, but i'm learning to cry
Hey child, you dance too loud
Here is your limit
No, i can't go on singing this song
That the angels will not hear
The world is a hole from all that i stole
But there is so much love in here
Few things will last
I did it too fast, but i'm learning to cry
Don't be a stepping stone
Get it all out, deliver it
Here's my plead, my never-ending repeat
I'm a circular cry-baby with no-one to trust
I'm restless and mad and anciently sad
If someone wants to kill me, go ahead, but make it fast.
a touch of grace
stole their hearts
but what happens to them
when everything falls apart?
a solid white
is soft yet bold
envelops lost boys
grab, take hold
to the shadows
the past seeps away
gone are the minds' battles
perfection, that is yours to keep, will stay.
forever is a promise
that passes through none's lips
but how could one ever utter
"please, stop this!"
as goes a breathe
sinking through the air
getting thinner, thinner thinner
moving far, far far away from here.
here is the heart
at the center of it's cloud.
here they are
at the bottom of a sky's fall.
embedded where they lay
in two parallel lines
precise paint-strokes are so much prettier
when they intertwine.
When you were born you were crying,
and everyone around you was smiling,
make it so that when you die,
your the one smiling and everyone around you are the ones crying
Have you ever traveled down a road to find there was no end
For every corner that you turned there was another bend
The faster that you walked, the longer that it seemed
And you were all alone, in this crazy dream
Crazy dreams that you dream alone
When the lights go out and no one's home
You see the day for what it's been
And you wish to God you could stay clean
The morning brings you to the road you didn't want to travel
and every step you take again makes your life unravel
You keep on walking down the path, wondering what you'll find,
and pray that when you find it you wont have lost your mind
It's halfway through another day and you're looking for those dreams
knowing they can make your life better than it seems
If only to forget your pain for a little while
you can travel down the road just another mile
The night is now upon you, the miles are on your face,
But you keep going forward to your final place.
You know the end is coming soon, you see it straight ahead
And if they don't forget you, you never will be dead
She is not a Poet,
Yet she can rhyme.
She seems nearly dead,
But still she has time.
You may not understand her,
She sits there pen in hand.
Writing out hers thoughts,
Although they're nothing grand.
She has nothing she can say,
In silence she starts to think.
Slowly the lamplight fades away,
Her bleeding heart starts to sink.
If only she could shake this,
But heres writings none will see.
Her living hell does not exist,
All hers pain is just a dream.
She is not a poet,
She just sits writing out hers heart.
Nightmares she can't forget,
Perhaps you've known that from the start
Trust her to write off every moment
Cover it with a fresh, spectacular fabrication
They subsist on a sheet of paper, written off
Like the sharp snipe of a pitiless, distrustful hag
She will chastise and cast away her demons of old
They don’t realize
They don’t even exist
They can beckon the falsity of luck
Praise the heavens, the creatures above and below
String and weave a pattern of vicious intentions
Sending her over the top, leaving her surrendering
Raging frantically, unwillingly, hysterically out of control
A slave
To her own long lost muse
Residing within herself listening to tiny whispers
The longing to be known shining through
From every voice screaming from a distance
Echoing through her, the power of influence
The supremacy of so many, yet of one
Lies mixed with truth
The past intertwined with the present
An acrobat of the pen
An artist of the words
A magician of the tales never spoken
A mistress of all that was known to be lost
It was simply pain
In every written word
And misunderstanding
Why no one seemed to care
It was in the night
While tears all fell
Almost drowning every thought
That the pen wrote
It didn't stop
Upon the crisp white paper
So much to explain
So much to get out
All trapped inside
Waiting to explode
How can one not see?
All the troubles in the heart
It means so much
That the heart breaks
And only the paper
Heard the sad tales
Only the paper
Would ever understand
Leak out emotion
soak it into page,
call me poet
praise my work.
Slay creativity,
give birth to the mundane.
Make shelter inside the box
for I fear to venture outside.
Endless words of tears and sadness
that the father only begets,
endless comments with claims of greatness,
harbor false satisfaction
Write with pain and dark,
heavy heart forcing the pen.
Originality forgotten in past lore
to no resurface amongst these works.
Call me poet
even deviant.
just not different
for I am not.
"Trust
It's not as easy as it seems
living life like everything's alright
putting on a fake smile, act like nothing's wrong
but it hurts, deep down inside
It's not easy forgetting about the past when it haunts you down
slowly it gets worse, slowly it kills you
you can't ask for help, you can't trust
you're afraid of lies, betrayal, and heartbreak too
Sometimes people lie to hurt you
it's just hard to trust again every time
trust is a special but fragile thing
breaking someone's trust is like committing a crime
It's not easy to stop being paranoid when you've been hurt so much
the wounds in your heart will not heal
your heart's hurting, it bleeds
it cries tears of sorrow, you feel
why do you live in self pity and expect disappointment?
the air is getting thin, you can't breathe
you want to live in your dreams, where everything's fine
where there's no sorrow, no pain, where you'll be freed
Lies hurt more than the truth itself..."
