sorrow
Fear to Death
Submitted by bpotter on October 31, 2008 - 09:13.Fear is leaving someone you love
Fear is all of those dark places in those creepy old houses.
Fear is the creepy old man creaking the rocking chair back and forth back and forth.
Fear is going deep down into dark, dark water
Fear is something crawling out from a deep, dark pit
Fear is the world that you know disappearing right before your eyes
Fear is the school bully saying he is going to beat you up after school.
Fear is fear
Fear is death.
~ Brandon Potter
Sorrow of Family
Submitted by jgay on October 31, 2008 - 09:07.Sorrow of Family
My sorrow is losing my
grandfather by a heart attack,
seeing my grandmother dying from cancer.
Sorrow is my favorite cat getting
hit by a car,
getting in a fight with my friend.
Sorrow is being left behind with my dad and
seeing my step dad and mom go on a vacation,
Tom Brady getting a knee injury and out for the season.
Jake Gay

An ode to the last slice of pizza
Submitted by Gildron on June 11, 2008 - 16:32.Written in great sorrow by Gildron, the bard with a yard.
Oh Pizza slice, Oh pizza slice
So delicious and so fine,
as you sit in your box alone
wishing you were still all mine.
Oh pizza slice, Last pizza slice
I bought you with a phone call.
The moped man to far too long,
Since his bike had- sorta stalled.
Oh pizza slice, Cold pizza slice
while you made me oh so glad
I see this meal come to an end,
and I can't help but feel sad.
For as I look in discomfort
I do wish I had not shared
Cause my friends all ate far to much
and not even crusts were spared
Oh pizza slice, sad pizza slice,
What shall I eat tomorrow?
Tonight I'll dream of stale flavors
But wake up to empty sorrow.
Oh pizza slice, my pizza slice
When will I see you again?
I cannot order any more
Until next week's end.
I wish I had saved you
had I eaten a bit less
I wouldn't wet your tasty crust
sobbing, for your whole caress.

Sorrow Train
Submitted by squeejay on May 29, 2008 - 12:35.Sorrow more than sorrow bears,
the somber silk so softly flows,
and on the silver rails met,
the stories of the saddest sort,
the pitfalls of the largest tears,
but larger still are those that never fall.
In sweetest silence moves the sorrow train.
above the earth, and then below,
it glides upon the tides of tears,
and weeping, moves it further on,
and from the softened heart a cry,
a whimper to the dying crowd.
If ever more a tear might fall,
and caught atop the silver rail,
might turn it there to plated gold,
and never hear a solemn cry,
might leave the ashes far behind,
and sweep the sadness in the breeze.
- squeejay's blog
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My Last Breath
Submitted by apples on January 29, 2008 - 13:19.Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet raptured light
It ends here tonight
Can you hear me love?
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was I love you
And I'm not afraid
I know you hear me
I can taste it in your tears
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet raptured light
It ends here tonight

Memories
Submitted by apples on January 23, 2008 - 17:59.My memories of you are few
But they're all still
So precious to me
All those times
We were all together
In front of that
Shabby, run down house
But it didn't matter
We always had fun
I remember
Not understanding why
Everyone was so sad
On that day
They told me
That you had died
My aunt was dead
I don't remember the funeral
Or anything else
That involved your death

Valentine's Day
Submitted by apples on January 16, 2008 - 13:14.My insides turn to ash
I collapse, so cold
The black cloud approaches
I used to be my own protection
But not anymore
My heart aches
I never dreamed of being alone
On Valentine's Day
The clouds are coming closer
And they look dissatisfied
As my shattered haert feels
My senses are
Slowly fading away
All because I'm alone
On Valentine's Day
The only thing worse
Than a fleeting crush

