Pain and sorrow,
Mixed with fear and doubt,
Faith is broken,
By acts of terror,
Lives ended
In murderous rage,
When heros rise,
In the midst of flames,
Going back to hell,
For the innocent that fell.
Tears fall in silent despair,
When children weep for mothers not there,
Weary angels collapse and die,
Forget not the love, which lingers on high.
Time now, to remember,
The fallen and the gone,
Never fading, but remaining ,
In our minds, we are one.
Now what do we see when we look around?
What silver linings, rise up from this cold ground,
With this world is at war,
Do we even hear a sound?
What do we see when our eyes face
Oh, lone brooding Crow,
Why do you sit so lonely?
One black silhouette,
Against the pale twilight sky.
My companions long ago left me,
Flying into distant sunsets that I cannot reach.
Chasing the warm months of Summer,
While I am left to Winter's cold embrace.
Crow, why do you call out so?
You continue though your call remains unanswered.
Do you hope that one will hear,
A heart that will not turn his ears?
I cry in antiphon to my brothers' distant wing beats,
That echo off of my heart in resounding sorrow.
There is pain in the knowledge that never again,
Shall I see their somber figures.
Crow, oh Crow,
Why have your brothers
Wallflower by irishlaura by Solitarywords, literature
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Wallflower by irishlaura
Standing by the floor
at the wall
Lost, in the noise and music, all
except him
And me, now that I'm watching.
Pretty girls in pretty dresses
dance by in laughter
but he doesn't move
Not to speak, or stare after.
I start to move towards him
To let him know
I've noticed,
and I care.
But I'm sure
he wouldn't want to share.
I look away, in case he moves to raise
his melancholy, ever distant gaze
I care,
but not enough to speak at all,
And as I stay, he stays
beside the wall.
That's Alright by irishlaura by Solitarywords, literature
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That's Alright by irishlaura
There he goes, there he goes again,
the one who tried to change me
the one who tried to chain me
I don't know what I did
to make him think that he could sway me
I was happy to stay me
I like what I like
and I do what I do
And that shouldn't matter to you
I'm tired of hiding
underneath the girl who impressed you
I won't fight against you
and I don't need your rescue.
Underneath it all, I'm just me
And that's alright.
Here he comes, here he comes again,
the one who makes me feel imperfect,
like who I am on the surface should be
a little less than truly
a re
I'm a little damaged,
and a little lonely.
You left me a little frightened,
a little broken.
I'm too young for the things I've seen
I never meant to go where I've been
My world fell apart
Age thirteen.
I guess it's made me stronger
But I wish you could have been here
a little bit longer
I guess now I can understand
But I wish no one ever
had to learn a thing like that.
I'm a little lost now
a little tearful.
This legacy left me careful
a little fearful.
I do what I can and I hope that I make you proud.
I wonder if you're looking down...
I'm crying out to you
To make it all worthwhile
To save me from the world's ways
To fill my peaceless mind
To wrap me in your arms
To lead me by the hand
To motivate me, use me,
To assure me that you can.
I'm on my knees, I'm begging
Please open up my eyes
Calm my restless heart
Uncomplicate my life
Guide my tired thoughts
And catch my heavy tears
Let me be devoted
Show me that you're here.
T-shirts galore,
dresses and more,
shoes all over the bedroom floor;
trousers and skirts,
blouses and shirts,
still I have nothing to wear.
Spangly tops,
denim flip-flops,
more leather jackets than Topshop;
down on all fours,
looked through every drawer,
but I have nothing to wear.
On the bed are the jeans I wore yesterday;
I still haven't put my bandanna away;
I sit here in pyjamas and say,
"Mum! I have nothing to wear!"
Pull back the blinds and let me in;
let's not have secrets.
Here's what Im proud of -
and here, not so much;
lets not have secrets.
You can trust me,
with your opinions.
I can understand,
like you understand.
When I fall off someones pedestal,
I end up in your arms
with no secrets.
Theres nothing left to hide,
nothing to hide behind.
You know my wounds, my scars, my secrets.
No shame, no expectations,
No height to fall from or aspire to;
only my own self to live up to.
No reason to lie, just somewhere to lay;
Lets not have secrets.
Oceans,
Once vast and unyielding,
Now cold and forgotten.
Forests,
Once tall and mighty
Lie chopped and fallen.
Skies,
Once filled with stars and destines,
Are torn and twisted.
Sands
Once again,
Stained with blood.
The wind,
Carries only the torment of lost souls.
The Sun,
Burns only our hopes.
The rain,
Erodes our precious memories.
The stars,
Have fallen...like our dreams.
What have we done?
Flag Of Discrimination by Solitarywords, literature
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Flag Of Discrimination
A color is a color,
A history, maybe mystery of our ancestor's thoughts, but what they sought for was a freedom that we all now neglect with no regret of our brother's shed blood.
Another mother's lost her son to lies today, for he has strayed from his family of free-thinking men and women who see ths proximity of this sinking ship.
Another brothers died today.
One hundred tears on his grave add one more fear to my soul.
All of this for oil..?
Oh, why must we toil and play along in his games?
Would a monster be as fearsome by any other name?
A building freefalls in my heart, no longer reaching for God in this modern-day Babylon, and I
Wings like trees a call for wanting nothing more than to be alone forever in my mind is filled with memories that haunt me in my sleep and dreams of your face I can no longer really imagine living like I did back then when things were blurred and foggy, words were heard but never considered, Love was lust, and life, death.
Beating hearts so full of Loving you was the best thing, the worst thing I didnt see it coming toward me like headlights in the night we first kissed I was happy when you acted like you Loved me once before, didnt you?
You Loved me..back then.
According to myself, you see
i walk with masks abroad
though its not who i want to be
its better than a false god
According to my friends and foes
they think they know me well
i condemn myself to sanctuaries
to keep me from my Hell
According to my lovers heart,
According to his mind
he loves me for who i am
(the way that "love"s defined)
According to my maker
to he who may be my judge
my life was planned to be difficult
upturning the mountian i trudge
Ah, but according to the mountian man
he who's walked my shoes
"you can make it to the top" he says
"and with faith you cannot lose."
"Faith?!" says I, down the slopping hill
I the slumped pumpkin on a delirious flame.
Within, a soup of fervent grey ego swishes violently,
Lashing a thinning inward defence.
Fussily carving out today and sprouting buds of cloned thought;
A brighter, fresher continuance.
Ill spark the infinite, Thatll do it, they say,
A curdle of books and blind fascination dribbles from their mouths.
Brainwashed, naïve. In retrospect I am them, yet now Im chained;
Wrist on wrist, mind on matter.
We are the future, a gleaming hope! And the old kooks sit dazed,
Wondering where their enthused slice of laurels had gotten to,
Twa
Flight of the butterfly by Solitarywords, literature
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Flight of the butterfly
The flight utters beats of worthlessness,
Because it knows nothing more,
It can perform none other than its instinct
A short lived spurt of survival
And yet they think they know everything
Their rigid commanding view knowing only themselves
And others are the same,
They allow no other thought to enter the cataclysmic stony fort that surrounds their heads
Theyre really the same us and them,
We live and die, and live again,
An aging cycle must come to an end
Its never enough so why keep trying?
Just push harder, for longer, make yourself stronger powder your brow
A gust of effort blows freely from the lungs at an
What is this?
A tale to comfort the sorrow?
Dignity given to the loss?
Or a convenient transformation
To wash away your faults
From failure to glory
Thats all we hear
Our minds
Saturated with stories
Cliches made out as fact
Stories of manufactured heroes
Elevated by tales,
Elevated from their graves
And becoming almost saintly.
The pride hangs in the air
Along with the flags
A sight thats almost comical,
The unquestioning reverence
Held by the sickeningly blind
The truth lingers
But is unspoken of,
like a taboo
Do i offend you?
By uncovering your eyes?
Is this reverence
Or simply pride?
No Matter How It Ends by Solitarywords, literature
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No Matter How It Ends
My heart cannot comprehend its feelings.
Towards something i don't want to end.
I wonder if you could set me free..
I wonder if you were meant for me..
I told you it would hurt.
No matter how it went.
I hope you can guess
What my heart feels about you
But is it me that you feel for?
Or the idea of me?
Do you think you could complete me?
Do you think you could not decieve me?
I feel like i can't make you happy.
I wish it wasn't true.
You know i am scarred.
A broken shell of a person.
And i need to be held tonight.
And i need to feel alright.
And i need someone to hold my hand.
And i need someone to understand.
Do you long f
A History of Many Pages by Solitarywords, literature
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A History of Many Pages
Because it all begins written in a history of many pages,
The innocent come and work for the minimum wages,
Hoping their children will succeed in the future ages,
Because it all began written in a history of many pages,
As they live life in reluctance, with many days gone by,
While their leaders can only sit before them and lie,
And the children are learning the truth but only sigh,
As they live life in reluctance, with many days gone by.
Because it was written long ago, a history of many pages,
Hearing the echoing words of those once great ancient sages,
Leaders whose words were writ like the spells of mages,
Because it was writte
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