The Old Oak Tree (long poem) by Fightthefall777, literature
Literature
The Old Oak Tree (long poem)
I'm not a man of many words,
I rarely speak at all.
But I remember everything,
I remember our first summer,
Three months under the stars.
Three months, with you.
I remember how we fit so perfectly side by side.
Our parents didn't agree with us,
But it wasn't their job to decide.
I remember the day we met,
The warm spring day,
Just after school.
I remember you whispering in my ear.
"Meet me behind the Old Oak Tree"
I was so scared.
You were everything I'd ever dreamed of, my love.
I went to that tree, do you remember?
That tree, was where we kissed for the first time.
It was where our story began.
And this poem is
My skin, rough and ridged seems paper thin.
My heart, grey and hollow is made of stone.
You were everything to me.
You were the scissors that cut my paper thin skin.
But when you got to my heart, you were lost.
You see, I can go on. I can be strong without you.
Realizing that made you pick another.
One weaker than I.
My skin, now made of stone.
Walls that I built to protect my throne.
My body is a kingdom, and my heart it's king.
And I shall not deny the happy life it will bring.
My love for you, undying and true
Can never be taken from within my heart
It's seldom I feel happy without you
It's normal to feel torn apart
Often they ask me how it feels
To love a girl who's perfect
Truthfully, I'm head over heels
Her face it smiles, with beauty unchecked
It's hard to believe this beauty chose me
Of all the men, she could've went for
She chose my locked heart, and I gave her the key
She's honestly all that I hoped for and more
Never again will I leave her side,
I'll call her mine, with sheer love and pride.
The Master of Disguise by Fightthefall777, literature
Literature
The Master of Disguise
My heart works in too many ways,
For the people that come, never stay.
In my chest I hold a decoy,
A false heart where the real one once stood.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I'm unpredictable.
Like the wind, I can't sit still.
And that's the way it's always been.
I feel so sick and tired, it's always the same.
Constantly changing from emotion to emotion.
So now I want to say, sorry for the people I've hurt,
But I can't let it hold me back.
Goodbye.
Burning, why am I burning?
Tortured, maimed and mutilated.
I am the son of god; I am the son of god!
No one believes me...
Am I but a false prophet? No!
I am the son of god; I am the son of god!
Blinded, by the crown I am forced to wear
I'm beaten by their whips, strung up by their chains.
I endure this for them… so much pain.
So much love from my heart,
So much pity from my brain.
Lust, Gluttony, Sloth and Greed
Just four of the seven, sins buried deep.
I died for you, yet you refuse to believe.
Why to you reject this gift that was given by me?
My body was broken… my pain unspoken,
So that you may at last have eternal life.
You and I.
The best of friends.
Side by side.
Until the end?
No.
You left out of no where.
It caught me off guard.
You ran away, with no regard.
This poem is stupid, but the feelings are true..
To be honest,
It hurts to miss you as much as I do.
I wish you'd come back.
You threw away a friendship that would be two years strong..
I never wanted to say goodbye.
You see, this is me.
The me that broke your spirit,
The me that wore you down,
The me that wears a weary frown,
The me who gets in over his head,
The me who I assume you want dead,
I am sorry that this is me,
I wasn't ready for you,
But you were ready for me,
The me that broke your heart,
The me that ripped you clean in two,
I told you.. I was scared of what my hands can do.
They grasped your heart, one on each side
It was ripped apart, and tossed sided.
What I have done, can not be undone.
I've hurt you too much, don't be my friend.. run.
Leave me here, alone while you can,
Even though I want you to stay,
I don't
I never meant for it to end that way,
I never meant for it to crush you so.
I never meant to feel how I do,
I had doubts and I wanted you to know.
I feel so awful, wretched and foolish,
But my feelings for her were too strong to fade.
I don't even care about this poem anymore.. fuck it.
I'm sorry I hurt you.. I'm sorry...
I didn't think I'd be so unsure,
I really care about you,
I deserve all the hate you can muster.
Hate me, hate me while you can because I am no good.. I am no good.
I tremble at the thought of hurt, it happens all too much.
Constant blood, and constant worry, I am in its painful clutch.
Sinking below the waves of red, my heart begins to tear.
The loss of you, seems almost to much for me to bare.
I can't stand it, my thoughts wont let me be.
You could have anyone you wanted, so why me?
I'm imperfect; I'm flawed, no good in my soul.
I think it's about time that you should know.
I'm wretched,
I'm hated,
For reasons untold.
I'm hollow,
I'm broken,
Not easy to mold.
I'm a terrible man,
With a horrid curse,
Of never seeing the good,
And focusing on the worse.
Oh tell me dear, how expendable was I?
When did you decide to let us die?
I can't comprehend why you let us begin,
If you knew we'd be ending, why not spare me the pain?
You say you adore me, and care for me so.
Then how is it you can just allow me to go.
My strength it is fading and my weakness shown though.
I was my strongest, when I was with you.
I still smell like you dear, it makes it harder to cope.
Please, if we're over, we're done, don't give me any hope.
I'm letting you go, now fly away without care,
For my darling you're an owl, fly into the air..
The Old Oak Tree (long poem) by Fightthefall777, literature
Literature
The Old Oak Tree (long poem)
I'm not a man of many words,
I rarely speak at all.
But I remember everything,
I remember our first summer,
Three months under the stars.
Three months, with you.
I remember how we fit so perfectly side by side.
Our parents didn't agree with us,
But it wasn't their job to decide.
I remember the day we met,
The warm spring day,
Just after school.
I remember you whispering in my ear.
"Meet me behind the Old Oak Tree"
I was so scared.
You were everything I'd ever dreamed of, my love.
I went to that tree, do you remember?
That tree, was where we kissed for the first time.
It was where our story began.
And this poem is
My skin, rough and ridged seems paper thin.
My heart, grey and hollow is made of stone.
You were everything to me.
You were the scissors that cut my paper thin skin.
But when you got to my heart, you were lost.
You see, I can go on. I can be strong without you.
Realizing that made you pick another.
One weaker than I.
My skin, now made of stone.
Walls that I built to protect my throne.
My body is a kingdom, and my heart it's king.
And I shall not deny the happy life it will bring.
My love for you, undying and true
Can never be taken from within my heart
It's seldom I feel happy without you
It's normal to feel torn apart
Often they ask me how it feels
To love a girl who's perfect
Truthfully, I'm head over heels
Her face it smiles, with beauty unchecked
It's hard to believe this beauty chose me
Of all the men, she could've went for
She chose my locked heart, and I gave her the key
She's honestly all that I hoped for and more
Never again will I leave her side,
I'll call her mine, with sheer love and pride.
The Master of Disguise by Fightthefall777, literature
Literature
The Master of Disguise
My heart works in too many ways,
For the people that come, never stay.
In my chest I hold a decoy,
A false heart where the real one once stood.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I'm unpredictable.
Like the wind, I can't sit still.
And that's the way it's always been.
I feel so sick and tired, it's always the same.
Constantly changing from emotion to emotion.
So now I want to say, sorry for the people I've hurt,
But I can't let it hold me back.
Goodbye.
Burning, why am I burning?
Tortured, maimed and mutilated.
I am the son of god; I am the son of god!
No one believes me...
Am I but a false prophet? No!
I am the son of god; I am the son of god!
Blinded, by the crown I am forced to wear
I'm beaten by their whips, strung up by their chains.
I endure this for them… so much pain.
So much love from my heart,
So much pity from my brain.
Lust, Gluttony, Sloth and Greed
Just four of the seven, sins buried deep.
I died for you, yet you refuse to believe.
Why to you reject this gift that was given by me?
My body was broken… my pain unspoken,
So that you may at last have eternal life.
You and I.
The best of friends.
Side by side.
Until the end?
No.
You left out of no where.
It caught me off guard.
You ran away, with no regard.
This poem is stupid, but the feelings are true..
To be honest,
It hurts to miss you as much as I do.
I wish you'd come back.
You threw away a friendship that would be two years strong..
I never wanted to say goodbye.
You see, this is me.
The me that broke your spirit,
The me that wore you down,
The me that wears a weary frown,
The me who gets in over his head,
The me who I assume you want dead,
I am sorry that this is me,
I wasn't ready for you,
But you were ready for me,
The me that broke your heart,
The me that ripped you clean in two,
I told you.. I was scared of what my hands can do.
They grasped your heart, one on each side
It was ripped apart, and tossed sided.
What I have done, can not be undone.
I've hurt you too much, don't be my friend.. run.
Leave me here, alone while you can,
Even though I want you to stay,
I don't
I never meant for it to end that way,
I never meant for it to crush you so.
I never meant to feel how I do,
I had doubts and I wanted you to know.
I feel so awful, wretched and foolish,
But my feelings for her were too strong to fade.
I don't even care about this poem anymore.. fuck it.
I'm sorry I hurt you.. I'm sorry...
I didn't think I'd be so unsure,
I really care about you,
I deserve all the hate you can muster.
Hate me, hate me while you can because I am no good.. I am no good.
I tremble at the thought of hurt, it happens all too much.
Constant blood, and constant worry, I am in its painful clutch.
Sinking below the waves of red, my heart begins to tear.
The loss of you, seems almost to much for me to bare.
I can't stand it, my thoughts wont let me be.
You could have anyone you wanted, so why me?
I'm imperfect; I'm flawed, no good in my soul.
I think it's about time that you should know.
I'm wretched,
I'm hated,
For reasons untold.
I'm hollow,
I'm broken,
Not easy to mold.
I'm a terrible man,
With a horrid curse,
Of never seeing the good,
And focusing on the worse.
Oh tell me dear, how expendable was I?
When did you decide to let us die?
I can't comprehend why you let us begin,
If you knew we'd be ending, why not spare me the pain?
You say you adore me, and care for me so.
Then how is it you can just allow me to go.
My strength it is fading and my weakness shown though.
I was my strongest, when I was with you.
I still smell like you dear, it makes it harder to cope.
Please, if we're over, we're done, don't give me any hope.
I'm letting you go, now fly away without care,
For my darling you're an owl, fly into the air..
Meet me behind the hollow tree,
The one with the leaves you like,
We could lie there forver,
Holding each other in serenity.
Talking only with our hands,
Knowing only your touch,
Knowing only the smell of roses,
Nothing from the stuffy brands.
Not disturbed by the rain,
Crashing on the grass for the night,
Settled on a scar,
None of our feelings do we feign.
Holding you here tonight,
In the meadows of the forgotten,
The breathtaking sights,
My world lit only, by your light.
The life of a cutter is much more than it seems
it is merely not just one small cut that redeems.
The emotions they have are all bundled inside
the scars that they make they try so hard to hide.
And they act always happy when they aren't alone
and when you call them,they'll never answer the phone.
They're too busy cutting away at their lives
they stock up on razors by twos or by fives.
The tip of the blade is so very sharp
the blood of the cutter flows on a tarp.
The emotions of a cutter are expressed by the scars
the life span of a cutter may not be so far.