Woody'z Poetry Corner

[woodyloveslinkin]

okay lets try one of these. managed to pull some poetry outta me this morning for some random reason.

 

Under the Skin

 

Under the skin is another creature from the deep

Going under is another breath of poison

But somehow I’m still living

This planet hell

I drove for miles still trying to find myself

In the pouring rain

Look for the sign that tells me what way to go

But I’m yet to find it

I cannot see how the world has poisoned me

I’m still driving for miles and miles

Trying to regain some sanity back in me

Trying to look for that life-changing sign again

A deeper wound pierces the memory gland

And I’m still behind this wheel trying to do something about it

I feel so hopeless

I can’t feel beautiful

It’s all in my head these rainbows and butterflies

But somehow I want more

Underneath my skin I feel myself crawl

Into a ball and drown in my own tears

[tornadoxalley]

i know this is a cheap generic answer but i like this a lot. i could feel the emotion and the imagery is great.

[woodyloveslinkin]

Highest Peak

 

I am the one who came above the rest

I am the one that survived your test

I don't know why I had to prove what I did was right

But I know I'll be the one sleepy soundly at night

 

I am the one who rose above and took the leap

I am the one who is hurting still and for this I weep

I am still trying to figure out what went wrong

I was the damsel in distress and you were just King Kong

 

But here I am I feel stronger than ever before

I'll spread my wings out and you'll see me soar

I am strong and but I am so weak

I am here standing at my highest peak

 

 

 

thanx btw tornodoxalley

[tornadoxalley]

you're welcome.

[woodyloveslinkin]

Minutes to Midnight

 

 

The clock is ticking and she is still waiting for him to arrive

It is now or never, it's their will to survive

That keeps them hanging on to their love for one another

Like a mother to her father and like a sister to her brother

 

Forbidden by the vines of a family dispute that never could end

It is a hateful example, one that's not easy to mend

Her love for him was ever so much it was love at first sight

In a marketplace, in the harshness of a winter night

 

They met eyes for the first time at their meeting

He kissed her hand and she bowed to give her greeting

Her skin was as soft as a hand woven material

She laughed as he spilt his newly bought cereal

 

Ever since that time they had been torn apart by bitter hate

Their families ate it as though it was food on a plate

For it was to be with one another or to be dead

To be or not to be that is the question, Shakespeare once said

 

He came galloping on his black horse through the mist

He was coming, without her, he could not exist

The thought of not being together shattered him to death

He could not turn out like Shakespeare's Macbeth

 

She had saved him from a life that was wrong and ill

She was the his only surviving will

He swung off his stallion and landed on the dark ground

Taking caution to make not a sound

 

She raced over to the window didn't care to look around

Opened the window when her father roared "To him you are not bound!"

She turned around in shock and he grabbed her by the hair

He yelled "You are not to leave this house, do not dare!"

 

Her lover was quick to react and jumped through to the room

Their fate together was nothing but a doom

The father threw his daughter down to the rug

His daughter cried "Go away you fat ugly slug!"

 

"We love each other, don't you understand?"

The father yelled "Why him? Why this treacherous man?"

The lover took a swing at the father but he caught the fist

Her father was fuming mad and the lover was on his death list

 

The father pulled out a knife and stabbed it through the lover

The lover stepped back, holding the wound, he had to recover

The daughter weeped and pleaded her father to go

But her father shook his head and spat on the lover, who was so low

 

The father picked up the lover and threw him outside

"He's going to die if we don't help him!" the daughter cried

Any excuse to see her lover would do today

But the father knew that his daughter was now going to pay

 

With her life and her betrayal to her house

She cried even more, her tears wetting her blouse

Her father shut the window so no one could come through

Not even a speck of dust, could come in too

 

He dragged his daughter away and ordered her execution

For him, as a father, that was the only solution

She was hung in public the next coming day

Which makes the saying true, love really does pay