To This Day Project - Animated Slam Poetry
but that doesn’t matter, we’re happy, we’re free
together forever, or so it may feel, but time as it always
doth fall into fear.
For it shall not matter, if day, or in night
when stars fell upon us, with no song that night
our hearts may be sunk, and our hopes down right with it
but together we were, the best times, a-miss-ed .
The days not yet over, our love not yet down
but doth come that time, that our love dose then frown
we had each other, love, and fun
and will forever more.
You can feel open, and closed,
You can feel hope, and remorse,
You can feel life, and death,
You can be both half empty, and half full.
Life is full of inevitable moments,
Moments of hate, moments of love,
Moments of regret, moments of want.
The way we deal with life is our choice,
Some make the rights, some make the wrongs,
Life is inevitable, life is a game.
We play, and we feel,
We care, and we hope,
We are clueless, yet know everything,
We are yet to prove what we are, yet can prove others errors.
If they are as we see, and we are as they see,
Are the barriers placed for our hopes, or our hates?
Man kind is born, man kind will end, the remorse of life,
To be nothing.
You can love, and not care.
You can hate, and want more.
You can lust, and refuse.
You can loath and accept.
Weak and Alive
As I sit here, now in darkness,
As I wait here, now in love,
I only remember that smell you have,
And how it makes me ‘mad’.
I love you, you despise me,
I want you, you ignore me,
I watch the emotion fly, you let the time go by,
And then I realize, my friends have pulled me back.
My love for you, the same as theirs,
Yet mine has not a chance,
The love they have, the hate we hold,
Never to compare.
They own you now,
I sit and watch, trembling in hope,
Waiting for his slip up, the screw up of that dope.
I love the feelings you give me,
The hate, the love, the hope,
They truly fill me up,
With anger I can rope.
With the death around me,
My life inside, I am nothing but s shell.
Alive on the outside, stuck in hell,
Dead on the outside, still none can tall.
I wait for you, they want me gone,
My friends from never last, the ones I’ve always trusted,
Love has stabbed my back?
The game we have, so insecure,
Requires one to play, you have not tagged up,
Popped in, answered, or rebutted.
Instead you ignore me,
My paper, shelled and crumpled.
I feel for her
I love for her
I hope for her
I care for her
She shows emotion
She shows care
She shows compassion
But where ‘oh’ where?
Not to me
A friend before
Now a bore?
A gentle hope that kindles on
Crushed beneath a gold baton
The band will play
The orchestra fades
My love for you can’t go away.
At the window sill
Sitting illy still,
Stareing at the page
My ideas rage,
Don’t know how to say this
But I love her.
I sit here empty now
Her feeling and mine out,
I told her that I loved her
Her response had differed.
Now here by that old window
With rope and chair,
I said I’de be there for you,
And I hoped so would you.
The air is getting thinner
The room is getting dark,
No matter what I said,
Ill always love you.
There is no more hate, not strife, no disbelief
The ongoing pain has ended
Love is not only for a day, or for one person to feel, but for an eternity
And many to share together
Love is today, in time forever remembered,a box of chocolates, and a red rose
Love is today, in time forever as no one ever thought it could, for love has no end
Love is today, in time forever as it was yesterday, and days before that, as it will tomorow and days after
The truth of the matter is love has no feeling
Love is here, and also nowhere, eminent in power, strength, hope, hate, and love is in its self, Love
No word can describe the feeling I have for you, for her, for them
In the same manner no string of words can show the same compassion
Love is forever
Love is never ending
Love is hate
Love is care
Love us lust
Love is want
Love is me
Love is you
Love is time, the time I want to spend with you
Love it today
Love is forever
Query of a distraught man.
I have waited, I will want.
I have known, I am oblivious.
I love her, she does not realize I exist.
Love is meaningless, lust exists.
The pain in which we feel has no true meaning.
The glass we see though, no matter how clean or streak free is a barier.
I can wait, she won’t know.
I can care, they wont.
I am not caring, I am not hoping, I am not loving, I am not lusting.
I am simple alive and waiting to face my death.
I would make pacts with god and pacts with satan for that which I desire.
But the reasons I see are meaningless.
You, nor any other, will ever give me what I want.
I love you, and happily ignore my feelings to never move on.