I find almost nothing in words.
Whether written, sung, preached or heard,
Because words, they're just symbols;
Utterances and etchings that stand for something more,
Something we ignore,
Something we just don't comprehend anymore.
So someone else, please, take the floor,
Before somebody realizes I'm a hypocrite
Before somebody realizes these words are just words
and that they're all just a call to action,
Either that or a cause to distraction
but it's up to somebody to cause a reaction
To blow up these words into fractions
To stand up and make a difference on this earth
To examine this poem for what it's worth
To turn verbal i
Love Isn't Everything by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
Love Isn't Everything
love is beautiful
love is kind
love is painful
love is blind
love is wonderful
love is grand
love is faithful
love expands
love is playful
love is new
you love me
and I love you
but love isn't everything.
To all of you who lived with me
To those who held me near,
To you who claimed to know me as I watched you disappear,
Betrayal may be one thing
But you left with no goodbyes,
Just a handful of these memories and tears that burnt my eyes.
Some names have slipped away from me
But you know who you are;
The ones who held my trust and love when you took this too far.
Different faces, different times
But patterns keep occuring,
Thought I knew you, I thought wrong, that world around me blurring.
But I want you to see me now
And see what I've become,
To you old friend, or lover lost, or girl who left me numb,
If only you could see me n
Apologies Go Nowhere by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
Apologies Go Nowhere
Just for today, don't look away... but please don't look at me,
For guilt is ridden on my face, and shame is what you'll see.
The scars of battle shine in tears that live among your cheeks,
& they shower me with memories of wars so cold and bleak.
Now you see, I am the enemy; now you know, I taste defeat...
Not those candy-coated kisses that we shared beneath those sheets.
Now today I've slowed the bleeding, but I still feel what was mine,
So please don't turn away today, please hold me one last time.
When tomorrow comes all will be lost and none will be forgiven,
But today I need to play pretend while shame can still be hidden.
The old man on Twenty-Third Avenue
Wanders like he's been lost for seven years.
He'll smile so blankly if he sees you,
He'll smile as if he can't taste the tears.
His daughter died twenty-three months ago,
But he meets her here every Tuesday night,
Shares dinner with her, but he doesn't know
That she is within only his eyesight.
Each Sunday night people look at him strange
As he sits on the bus stop with his wife.
The small boys laugh and call him derranged,
When he tells her that she is his whole life;
For his wife had died seven years ago,
But he'll smile on and he'll never know.
I Want God to See Me by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
I Want God to See Me
I want God to see me when I turn to face the sky;
To know that He is looking back, to look Him in the eye.
& I want God to see me when my face has turned away;
The world I knew was black and white, and now it's gone to grey.
I want God to see me when I know I'm doing right;
Or even when I'm doing wrong... just want to be in sight.
I want God to know me when I hardly know myself;
I want God to show me that there's more to life than stealth.
I want God to see me smile, want God to see me cry;
I want him there to hold my hand and love me when I die.
I want God to help me stand and catch me when I fall;
I want God to hear me every sing
I am.
through empty sillhouettes
that catch my eye only for a moment
I am living in a dream
where the shadows move, but I don't.
I am.
through the blank canvases
that I know will express themselves someday
I am dreaming in a light
where colour comes to life, but I don't.
I am.
through children's eyes
that will watch adolesence pass by in a car ride
I sit still within a world
where everything will change, but I won't.
I am.
through Father Time and Mother Earth
for whom work and making love come hand in hand
I am their living paradox
for this earth is alive, but I am here.
I am.
Love is lost again and love is found,
Another mask to wear and she is bound;
bound to love, to pleasure and to pain...
Love is lost but lust will help her gain
another kiss, another touch another whisper,
Soon he leaves and doesn't even miss her.
Love is lost again and love is found,
He sees her heart, a heap upon the ground.
Another blink another tear rolls down her cheek,
another smile now he's the one she seeks.
Hopeless he is chained to her perfection,
tortured she is pained by her reflection.
Soon as that boy wipes that tear away from her,
it seems they're lost in images of what they were.
Love is lost again and love is fou
See that boy on my block?
He sits there, steady as a rock.
From what I heard he never moves,
Unless his boys find something to do,
Then they take him from his empty home,
his porch, where you'll find that boy alone
Day, by day, by day, by day...
I once wondered if he'd leave someday.
But from what I've now seen he moves at night,
Out of the light and out of sight.
I've seen that crew before, and I knew
that the rumors about them are always true.
They're the ones who shot that man one day,
But no one remembers anyway.
But I never thought I'd see that boy from my block
With that gang, running from those cops.
He raised his hand
I find almost nothing in words.
Whether written, sung, preached or heard,
Because words, they're just symbols;
Utterances and etchings that stand for something more,
Something we ignore,
Something we just don't comprehend anymore.
So someone else, please, take the floor,
Before somebody realizes I'm a hypocrite
Before somebody realizes these words are just words
and that they're all just a call to action,
Either that or a cause to distraction
but it's up to somebody to cause a reaction
To blow up these words into fractions
To stand up and make a difference on this earth
To examine this poem for what it's worth
To turn verbal i
Love Isn't Everything by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
Love Isn't Everything
love is beautiful
love is kind
love is painful
love is blind
love is wonderful
love is grand
love is faithful
love expands
love is playful
love is new
you love me
and I love you
but love isn't everything.
To all of you who lived with me
To those who held me near,
To you who claimed to know me as I watched you disappear,
Betrayal may be one thing
But you left with no goodbyes,
Just a handful of these memories and tears that burnt my eyes.
Some names have slipped away from me
But you know who you are;
The ones who held my trust and love when you took this too far.
Different faces, different times
But patterns keep occuring,
Thought I knew you, I thought wrong, that world around me blurring.
But I want you to see me now
And see what I've become,
To you old friend, or lover lost, or girl who left me numb,
If only you could see me n
Apologies Go Nowhere by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
Apologies Go Nowhere
Just for today, don't look away... but please don't look at me,
For guilt is ridden on my face, and shame is what you'll see.
The scars of battle shine in tears that live among your cheeks,
& they shower me with memories of wars so cold and bleak.
Now you see, I am the enemy; now you know, I taste defeat...
Not those candy-coated kisses that we shared beneath those sheets.
Now today I've slowed the bleeding, but I still feel what was mine,
So please don't turn away today, please hold me one last time.
When tomorrow comes all will be lost and none will be forgiven,
But today I need to play pretend while shame can still be hidden.
The old man on Twenty-Third Avenue
Wanders like he's been lost for seven years.
He'll smile so blankly if he sees you,
He'll smile as if he can't taste the tears.
His daughter died twenty-three months ago,
But he meets her here every Tuesday night,
Shares dinner with her, but he doesn't know
That she is within only his eyesight.
Each Sunday night people look at him strange
As he sits on the bus stop with his wife.
The small boys laugh and call him derranged,
When he tells her that she is his whole life;
For his wife had died seven years ago,
But he'll smile on and he'll never know.
I Want God to See Me by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
I Want God to See Me
I want God to see me when I turn to face the sky;
To know that He is looking back, to look Him in the eye.
& I want God to see me when my face has turned away;
The world I knew was black and white, and now it's gone to grey.
I want God to see me when I know I'm doing right;
Or even when I'm doing wrong... just want to be in sight.
I want God to know me when I hardly know myself;
I want God to show me that there's more to life than stealth.
I want God to see me smile, want God to see me cry;
I want him there to hold my hand and love me when I die.
I want God to help me stand and catch me when I fall;
I want God to hear me every sing
I am.
through empty sillhouettes
that catch my eye only for a moment
I am living in a dream
where the shadows move, but I don't.
I am.
through the blank canvases
that I know will express themselves someday
I am dreaming in a light
where colour comes to life, but I don't.
I am.
through children's eyes
that will watch adolesence pass by in a car ride
I sit still within a world
where everything will change, but I won't.
I am.
through Father Time and Mother Earth
for whom work and making love come hand in hand
I am their living paradox
for this earth is alive, but I am here.
I am.
Love is lost again and love is found,
Another mask to wear and she is bound;
bound to love, to pleasure and to pain...
Love is lost but lust will help her gain
another kiss, another touch another whisper,
Soon he leaves and doesn't even miss her.
Love is lost again and love is found,
He sees her heart, a heap upon the ground.
Another blink another tear rolls down her cheek,
another smile now he's the one she seeks.
Hopeless he is chained to her perfection,
tortured she is pained by her reflection.
Soon as that boy wipes that tear away from her,
it seems they're lost in images of what they were.
Love is lost again and love is fou
See that boy on my block?
He sits there, steady as a rock.
From what I heard he never moves,
Unless his boys find something to do,
Then they take him from his empty home,
his porch, where you'll find that boy alone
Day, by day, by day, by day...
I once wondered if he'd leave someday.
But from what I've now seen he moves at night,
Out of the light and out of sight.
I've seen that crew before, and I knew
that the rumors about them are always true.
They're the ones who shot that man one day,
But no one remembers anyway.
But I never thought I'd see that boy from my block
With that gang, running from those cops.
He raised his hand
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* *
NOT ENOUGH
My arms arent thin enough,
My eyes arent large enough.
My stomachs not flat enough,
My lips arent plump enough.
My legs arent lean enough,
My noses not small enough.
My butts not firm enough,
My hairs not blond enough.
My boobs arent big enough,
My cheekbones arent high enough.
Im just not enough.
'Success is Dead' by dead-baby-kickball, literature
Literature
'Success is Dead'
I hit the wall, I stopped and stared,
I never knew how much I cared
about the now, about the when,
about how to start all over again.
I hit the wall, I may never see
what's on the other side for me;
it could be fortune, it could be fame,
or it all could stay exactly the same.
I can't keep walking,
the wall is mocking me,
it's laughing at my reach for bliss;
another thing I'll never miss.
It drives me crazy,
it's so frustrating
that my success dead.
I hit the wall, I'll never know
who to trust or where to go,
because times are hard, I've had enough,
and I'll do it all just for love.
I'll break the wall, I'll knock it down,
Withered Words
I try so hard to love you;
To comfort you,
Be there for you
What I get in return, is but a glance;
But a stance,
Not one little chance
Yet, I can tell that you feel the same;
Feel the flame,
But, unlike me, you are in shame
Tell me, why you are afraid;
You're taking apart my heart I made,
I worked so hard to make sure it didn't fade
I'll wait a little longer, to make sure I'm not wrong;
Sit here and play over and over this song,
In time, it'll be what made me strong
Cross My Heart... by PointlesslyPerfect, literature
Literature
Cross My Heart...
Cross my heart and hope to die,
I promise you, dear, I'll never lie;
I love you more than you'll ever know,
More than I could ever show.
And I just pray you love me too,
Because I need to be with you.
It seems you're just too good for me,
And this, you're just too blind to see.
So come with me and hold my hand,
Maybe someday you'll understand...
Cross my heart and hope it's real,
I gave you an envelope with a kissed seal,
Within that envelope contained my heart,
A ring, showing we'll never part,
And with this symbol of our forever,
I promise you marriage, for I'll part from you never,
For although we are young, this feels so