Unsung Poets

Milkshakes and Hangovers

Headaches control my awakening
Shame shadows my heart and soul
The booze, the drugs, no love
In the end it will take its toll
Recklessness leads my mind
The other me can't take control
Death awaits everyone
Don't wait just take me now
Self loathing
Affliction
Bleeding from my addiction
The idea of death attracts
Hell will be my home

Demons rise to my plane

War in my head for control
Inordinate is the darkness that towers my heart and soul
The rum, cocaine, the tramps
Culmination of my life, I caused my detriment
Audacious is my mind
Personalities struggle for supremacy
Eradication is mutual
Can't stand these intervals, bullet with my name
Revulsion of my soul
Tribulation
Depletion of stimulus caused by dependency
The concept of termination alluring my curiosity
I'll find refuge in perdition

Take me now

Unsung Poet



They call me the unsung poet,
But who can sing better than I?
Waking to the sound of the beat
Walking nightly to a place of defeat,
I've taken many loses along the way,
Today I celebrate my authenticity
Even though you refuse to accept me.
What do I have to do for your approval?
I'll return this fall for the answer,
For now let me speak my two cents
I've given you my soul, for what?
To get stepped on without remorse,
Let me help you understand my mentality
I grew up a screwup from age eleven on
Today I'm a menace on the hunt for justice
Relax, I'm jazzy but trapped in a bubble,
The quickest to offbeat, inject positiveness
In a system complete with hypocrisy,
Where is my box for me to hide in?
That magical place full of happy waves,
But how can you measure pleasure?
Pause! Look, I'm special
Listen to my voice influence the wasteful,
Simplicity is scarce, hand me expectations
How do I sound? Helpful or ungrateful?
Confidence of a mammoth gone hungry
Hissing at the world asking for hope.
Soul searching, bent out of shape,
Join me a bit but be smart, don't follow
Discover for yourself my knotty persona.
Touch my ego to increase your libido,
Squeal and pull, I am not your father,
With a dry vein I tell you this:
I am the business!

The Beautiful Weight

Paint her red with a touch of pink    
Pay attention to what you think    
Pinch her cheeks covered in ink    
And smell her breath of icy mint    
   
Take her hand in this empty room    
Bring the band as we dance soon    
In cosmic rays of sun and moon    
Like a wildflower quick in bloom    
   
Treat her ill, do her wrong    
Trying to prove you're high born    
Always regard her with self-scorn    
She took the road of fields of corn    
   
Find your love, dressed in black    
Walk in rush but cover your track    
Don't stop until the cloud is dark    
Then pray to God, she'll come back    
   
You have traveled a million miles    
Hoping once more to see her smile    
Your feet are tired and rest awhile    
As you stepped on the wrong aisle    
   
When the cold breeze slowly lingers    
You felt trap in the abyss of wonder    
And the emptiness is an ice breaker    
For the tame heart of the dreamer    
   
All you can offer is your dried tears    
Like acid rain pours through the years    
Cloak yourself in madness you wear    
And stand brave in front of spear    
   
For the world will live tomorrow    
To tell stories about Sleepy Hollow    
A destitute soul of life borrowed    
From the harvester of sorrow

Borrowed Time

It’s been six months since
I penned down my thoughts
The world around me keeps
Turning and I am left still
All words and passion seemed
To have lost their worth
Trying in difficulty to
Revive my heart’s will

I am not aware of happening
In between days
As if time snatched me
In its own dreadful way
Though I continue to breath
My body barely function
Trying to break free
In chains of my creation

Everything around me
Had inspired me less
Fading hopes into oblivion
Waiting to be bless
A once cheerful child
Trapped in my hollow shell
I still cannot believe
I took the road to hell

I’ve wasted my life
In all those empty years
Even if I washed the sorrow
With all my tears
I cannot bring back
All the beautiful things
My time has ended
Like the early spring

I crave for forgiveness
More than anything
A thin thread of redemption
In which I painfully cling
If all my sufferings
Is the price I have to pay
Just utter the word
And I’ll tremble if you say

The Unsung Poet
no one queued to hear
his songs and his stories
some sniggered
and some sneered
he worked hard
at his words
and never told a lie
his poetic song
the critics decry
unbeknown to them
like a phoenix he would rise
you see the unsung poet
didny compromise
he wrote of his politics,
his life , his love
his joy
his working class roots
the critics still deny
he wrote of a violence
an ignorance once known
a journey that a man makes
and man makes alone
he wrote of the good and
then of the bad
the things that made him happy
and then made him sad
his words were so simple
his message loud and clear
the unsung poet
live life and show no fear
then....
he dies....
... and BOOM...
they sing the poets song
the unsung poet
the queue now you see
for the unsung poet
is far more interesting when
he's dead....

It's over

No overwhelming sadness
just a little inside madness
not because of the consequence
but just feeling the withdrawal symptoms
the flame turned to ashes
the light turned to darkness
the highs turned to lows
the blue sky turned to an oblivion hole
the love which silently faded
which woke us up and left up naked
after all the ups and downs
we have reached the bottomless pit
no rope to take us out cause we used all of it
to make things right which that never succeeded

No more exorcism needed cause we got back in our own skin
no hope to solve it all, we reached the final kiss
like taking the last bite of a cake, we wished we had more of it
like an ending of an opera, we didn't want to leave our seat
but like an ending of a bad movie, we wished we have not seen it

But at the end of it all
at the last step to take the pit fall
we looked back and realized we climbed the journey together
we both fought off the weather
and we ended up not regretting the time we spent we eachother
we had our fun, but the fun was short lived
but the fun will be missed
and you will be just a memory
that will Leake out sometimes reminding me of how it used to be
but it's right that it will never be again.

Sudden Realization

I saw a boy on TV today,
But cancer made him pass away.
For the first time, I felt myself cry.
And I realized I didn't want to die.

He made me look at my entire life,
And how I thought it didn't suffice.
I now see my life wasn't a curse,
And there's someone out there always worse.

His name was Conner and he was only 8,
When I saw him, my body rid itself of all my hate.
He has now funded for a cure,
And I feel sorry for what he had to endure...

I now realize my life can mean so much more.
Because he melted my heart right down to the core.
It's time to stop or I might be a goner,
And I realized this because of that boy Conner....

thanks for the nod,great competition with some excellent entries