lithedark

Filled with anger, full of fright
Terrifying, guilt-filled night
Plea with her to understand
Fix her feelings on demand

Crimes of love and those of hate
Sentences not for debate
Explain my care now and again
Say goodbye, this is the end

How he hurt you, left in pain
Stinging tears and dying flames
Let me hold you, move in near
I’ll take you oh so far from here

You don’t want my help, you say
Push aside my cares today
There’s a new day on the morrow
Too bad yours must end in sorrow

Hrm. Thanks for reading.

Mistakes mistakes oh blazing quakes
Softened nerves and hands that shake
Twisted rules for twisted games
Dance about the dying flames.

Weep, oh weep dear crying eyes
To fill the oceans with your lies
Drowning friend and foe the same
All losers in this deadly game.

Run and hide, oh silly bard
Don’t care, don’t fret, but play your card
A move so morbid none can see
Quite clear through your transparency.

Sing your song and tell your tale
Frightened child ‘neath life’s veil
Neighbors say they love you so
Then spill your blood upon the snow

This illustrates my callous nature in highschool; every highschool kid is callous and misunderstood, no? Thanks for reading.

Pure of mind and pure of thought
Never once have I been caught
Lies of mine too fine to see
And yet they shine so brilliantly

A never-ending tale of hate
Twisted, cursed, and won’t abate
Envelop me in dark of night
Save me from my fiery light

A candle flame to light my way
A guide so dim in black of day
Hold my hand and make me strong
Falter not and sing your song

Strike again, oh thunder queen
Slap me down and pause to preen
Marvel at your cunning grace
Just smile while I hide my face

On my knees before your might
Filled with terror, full of fright
Push me down to suffer now
Love has never backed our vow

I dream a dream of thunder strokes
Brightened strikes my mind invokes
A crash to strengthen mind and heart
And yet to pull them far apart

This was some sort of misguided homage to my father, Ron Purtlebaugh. Thanks for reading.

Adore me, show my heart your love
Just tear my soul, you gentle dove
Leave me lonely, head in shame
Another loser in this game

Uplifting notes flow from my hands
With words of love, restore these plans
With dire songs to kill the cause
And mellow dirges, bereft of flaws

Oh, you know it all too well
This loveless song, this lifeless hell
For love to leave a hole so wide
A glancing blow, I take in stride

As often as our hearts despair
Bear in mind that love is there
A subtle presence, seldom felt
Lives in friends and won’t be quelled

Ruined a meaningful (yet simple) poem with a weak ending. Hrm. Thanks for reading.

Sing a song of sultry six
Stumble ‘long and remedy this
Break your stride to mend your ego
Ego never ran so hard

Trust a person night or day
Breathe air in your sultry way
Take a break to stretch your wings
Making plans of other things

Opened, closed, drawn in tight
Necessary nightly fright
Shatter locks and bindings all
Wading through the blinding pall

A smoking ballad leaves his tongue
Sounds that ring of things to come
Nearly fade without a trace
A simple message dressed in lace

Can’t compare to lonely times
Smashing, crushing, heaving rhymes
Complex rhythm weaves a dance
Piercing life on gilded lance

Swift to start and swift to end
Driving forces seek to send
Omnipresent pleasant perks
Clearly constant human quirks

This poem seems to be a bit clever than previous poems, but surely it doesn’t mark any sort of turning point. However, the phrase, “Complex rhythm weaves a dance, piercing life on gilded lance” is one of my favorite ever. Thanks for reading.

Bright white sails of tragic ships
Flutter soft in darkened crypt
To cage a beauty so profound
‘Tis only right, ’tis only sound

Shut the door to darkened room
Bind me, trap me in my gloom
Hold my shell and tie my hands
Damned to hellish “promised lands”

Here we see the first instance of the ‘ship’ theme; it is going to become an important theme for me later. The ocean is my mistress, or so I would have it. Joseph Conrad is a kindred spirit. Thanks for reading.

Felling, telling, quelling lies
A mental sign, you watch his eyes
Quick of breath and short to speak
Soundless words from cheek to cheek

A brilliant song that’s never sung
Million times this bell’s been rung
Quivering, shivering, blithering fools
Abiding by your simple rules

Timeless echoes, speechless words
Qualms to silence all life’s birds
Seeking, sounding, driving, diving
Slipping, falling, ending, fighting

Light of dark and dark of night
Wistful tunes of witless plight
Ending, sending nerves cold heaves
Brilliant songs from cruel thieves

Say the words, I’ll have them done
A swifting fall, a firing gun
Famous fates sound like a bell
A ringing toll, a burning hell

Sing a song that can’t be heard
Never uttered, sound absurd
Changing pace with dumbing ease
Blind your eyes, dropping eaves

Have you no shame to face?
Ever long for fainting grace?
A song that plays within the head
Put to rest, left for dead.

Darkness sings for you tonight
A rhyme to match your shallow plight
A harm to weave within your heart
A sea of love that never parts

I think that is is one of the most trite and meaningless things I’ve ever written. Hindsight is 20/20. Thanks for reading.

Loving, waking, dreaming, sleeping
This is why my world keeps keeping
Breathing, living, crying, dying
Passion filled and so-high flying

Waking moments at any time
Produce my passion in form of rhyme:
Loving you, to taste your scent
A gift to me, my time well spent

Never knowing, heart-filled flowing
Dreams of life and life of dreams
Never seeing passion going
Here to stay, a life of growing

Burning deep within my chest
A passioned soul that steals my rest
A forceful push that drives my life
Guides my breath, turns each knife

There’s a common theme of pain and darkness, despite the title. I remember walking up with my love’s name on my lips; that’s why I wrote the poem. Thanks for reading.