For You I Fell

You are kind and true,
I've fallen hard for you,
Your soothing words,
A comfort to my soul,
Your love is so unique,
You're more valuable than gold,
A glorious treasure in which I hold,
Your my greatest weakness,
My love I cannot withhold,
For I love you far too much,
You're everything and more,
It's all I have for you to take,
And nothing would make me happier,
Than forever being with you,
Because I know my love,
Is a mutual love,
For you truly love me too.

Third song I've written but sadly I don't remember the tune I made up to it :(

Verse One:
You stole a vital piece of me,
That pumps my blood endlessly,
That gives my soul wings to fly,
Your my demise and alibi,
So sweet to the touch on the outside,
But burns my fragile hands,
That slowly weather and dry,
From lack of another's warm hands to hold,
I used to be pure sparkling gold

Chorus:
A tragedy we'll always be,
Of intricate simplicity,
Broken hearts and shattered wings,
A kiss from you reviving me,
From a tattered and torn eternity

Verse Two:
You smolder me with one look,
You offered your heart in which I took,
Am I consuming your heart too?
Just because you are my glue,
To carve your heart like mine was done to me.
No, it's not true, this cannot be

Chorus:
A tragedy we'll always be,
Of intricate simplicity,
Broken hearts and shattered wings,
A kiss from you reviving me,
From a tattered and torn eternity (2x)

Among The Leaves

Second song I've written. It's sarcastically depressing haha. Hope you like it :)

Verse One:
Pick me up from where I lie,
The cold wind blows and the lilies sigh,
A place from home,
My heart it sings,
And darling, you're always here.
Haunting my dreams, And so I must sing...

Chorus:
La la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la la, la-aah,

La la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la la-aah

Verse Two:
Fill my heart with things I dream,
Although you tell me we are not to be,
You're holding her,
My head's pounding,
And darling, your presence here,
Still haunts me, And so I must scream...

Chorus:
La la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la la, la-aah,

La la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la la-aah

Bridge:
Now I sit here,
Among the leaves,
They weep for me,
I continue to sing....

Chorus:
La la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la la, la-aah,

La la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la,
La la la-aah... (2x)

Rebellious Sinner

I lift my hands up,
They're worn from defeat,
Acts of rebellion,
Are poisoning me,
My blemished hands,
None want to see,
A disgrace to the one,
Who wants to heal me,
I am numb at broken promises,
Disgusted in my weakness,
The dark one's plots are relentless,
They harbor upon my laddened soul,
Of imperfection and sin untold.

A sinner's plea

A wretched creature,
I am, I am,
Bound in my own chains.
By the devil's hands,
My soul he hungers,
To ruin me,
His venomous lies,
Poison my being.

He tempts me with lust,
A promising disguise,
To watch me fall again,
To mock my soul's cries,
Hurling self-worth,
He spits in my face,
Telling me I'm unworthy,
Of infinite grace.

I look down at my hands,
And down to my feet,
Chains I have made,
Shows a spirit of defeat,
Is his grace even big enough,
To save a sinner like me?

I look at his wrists,
And the blood-soaked tree,
My chains fell off,
My soul set free,
His look of pure love,
Seems too good to be.

For such a wretched creature,
Someone like me,
For a wretched creature,
I am, I am.

Marriage

Dysfunctional are we,
As pots of clay,
Imperfect and molded,
By the words of mere men,
That shape our wants and desires from within,
How foolish though is the man that is he,
His destiny chosen by someone's beliefs,
When he is a symphony awaiting to be played,
In perfect harmony,
To make his debut,
Each note sounded out in perfect accord to each word,
He chooses his scenery, his passion, his love,
For she fits him,
Molds to him to complete the piece,
That the one who was molding left out,
A delicate mystery of how he found her,
Her nimble hands as she sewed back,
The buttons upon his favorite tweed jacket,
Or the way her eyes seemed to glisten,
When he smiled to her before leaving the shop,
Her dark, soft hair fitting the picture perfectly,
Engraved upon his mind,
Though years it did take to find the right one,
His finishes his work, his piece,
The job is done,
And the new pot of fine clay,
Is molded with her,
And they become one.

These Warriors

The beat of the old drums echoes in my ears,
Their sound has been remodeled, refashioned,
Into gun fires and explosions,
A cynical melody,
A symphony of unnerving sound,
The play their tune upon the lives of others,
These warriors play a part of the piece too,
Walking the reddened fields,
I am struck by the sight,
Each marred face and blood soaked body,
As I continue walking on,
Their eyes still intense with their efforts & passion,
To protect their homeland but not in vain,
My searching eyes wonder at how they accomplish such a task,
Of violent brutality and heart shattering pain,
Yet they still manage to have some strength,
Down to even the very last second,
As I walk these hallowed grounds once again,
I am reminded of their selfless act,
That allows me to be standing now,
Where I am.

Reward

Subliminal, Passionate,
Your love is true,
Such unselfish kindness,
I find in you.

Such joy and wonder,
Flowing through my veins,
My heart is racing and,
Cannot contain this blissful feeling,
Whimsical- I fall for you,
Uniquely fashioned,
Is what I love about you.

You never take,
Nor ask,
Nor use or abuse,
You just love me recklessly- endlessly,
I muse.

What did I do,
To deserve a love so pure,
Is this a reward for waiting,
Until I met you?

The Fallen

So I had to write a poem for my AP Language & Compostion class & this is what I came up with. Hope you like it :)

The wounded are down

The sick, the bleeding,

None to pick them up,

Another man of "righteousness",

Passes them by for they are,

Filthy,

Dirty,

Worthless.

Blemished on the outside,

Just as we are within,

The colorless clouds close in and around,

Disgrace,

Disgust,

Disapproval,

A frown.

The wind sighs at the thought,

Of our careless pretenses,

Our clouded objectives,

Our morals given little thought,

Wrapped up in ourselves, we are selfish,

Engorged in ourselves,
Our desires,
Passions.

We leave them lying,
On the stone-paved, cold, gray pavement,
Of cobblestone and rough cement,
Between the boulevard of the broken,
The avenue of the reckless,
The December night starts start to dim out,
The black midnight moon darkens,
As another one falls,
With no one to help him,
Up,
On,
His,
Feet.

This bleak town looks down on them,
Ashamed of their presence,
The dead winter leaves mourn the proud one's haughty glances,
Who will pick these beloved up?
Save them?
Defend them?

Or will they be left to suffer in silence,
Unable to save themselves,
As we all once were,
Are,
Will always be.

Clay

I am vulnerable,
I am weak,
I have scars that run deep.

I wish to fill,
Each empty crack,
With love like glue,
Keep me intact.

I am a broken,
Pot of clay,
To be remolded,
After each decay.

A Cycle- Hopeless Rut

Vicious cycle,
Heartbreak of another,
Countless tears,
Just surrender.

Left to rot here,
I'll die alone,
You proved me right,
Love is long gone.

It is just a myth,
A fable, a tale,
Too good to be true,
It is an epic fail.

It has failed me once,
And countless times too,
How is love real,
When it only hurts you.

My Kiss

My kiss has been traded,
Back and forth, passed around,
Given to him on the street,
Him by the car, by that pole,
On my step or driveway,
Near the woods, By a lake,
In your house, it has been used,
Wasted over again on another,
It has been poisoned and smothered,
By countless lovers,
Its purity stripped down,
The bliss has faded in each embrace,
The specialness has been removed,
Not only by enthusiastic lovers,
But also fools- wasted upon such souls,
The excitement still lingers,
But the importance is gone,
No longer genuine,special or unique,
My kiss is merely a kiss,
For it has been used by far too few lovers,
And far too many fools,
Which only to kiss, is what they seek.

H.D.B

A broken heart,
Is not easily mended,
You need some glue,
Like me.

I am your anchor,
I'll support you,
Rest your weary bones,
You'll make it through,
You're not alone.

God's providence,
Is here to guide you,
His arms of live you can run into,
And you always have me too.

Stupid Boy

I'm stronger than,
You'll ever be,
At least I stand for,
What I believe.

You don't love,
Or hope or dream,
All you want,
Is to use me.

Stupid boy,
I'm not naive,
You can't manipulate,
And control me.

So go ahead,
Do as you wish,
Your efforts are wasted,
When you were cherished.

Please

My heart is not enough,
My love inadequate,
Can't please you with just myself,
You want more.

My love is insufficient,
I am not loved for me,
I could make you so happy,
If you set me free.

To force one against their beliefs,
Their religion, their desires,
Constricting me- for it is not love,
It walks on the border of hate.

I love you,
Do not let that pass by,
If you want me,
Don't cause me to cry.

Please dear darling,
If you truly love me,
Stop this insensitivity,
And accept me for who I choose to be.