Lights, Sounds, My Twisted Poems Know No Bounds

by Curing the Comon Cliche   May 2, 2008


Just follow the lights
They'll guide you home
Cause we both know what it's like
What it's like to be alone

Just follow the sounds
Let them take you away
Cause your eyes speak those words
That are too hard to say

Just follow my words
Words from this black pen
As they etch another sad poem
Wake up from the dream again

To my Dearest Reader
My love letters, no mail back
These dark words are void of light and sound
This ink is the darkest black

As all these lights grow blinding
Melodic sounds turn to screams
Words flow from my pitch black pen
One more tragic poem or broken dream

The poems are distorted
By the all these blinding lights
Whispers are out of hearing range
My dark words are out of sight

Dear Reader, can you feel it?
Warm tears down your face?
Or do my twisted stories and blinding lights
Bring you to a better place?

Another place, Dear Reader?
Where lover's love you back
But all my words are void of sound
As the blinding lights grow black
~LackOfColour

And it comes to be That the soothing light at the end of your tunnel Is just a freight train coming your way
~Metallica, No Leaf Clover

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  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Aww wow, that was a very well penned poem, really deep and strongly written, excellent keep it up xxxx

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    As all these lights grow blinding
    Melodic sounds turn to screams
    Words flow from my pitch black pen
    One more tragic poem or broken dream

    - fav. part
    luv metallica, the quote, and the poem, alot

  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    "Stop, turn, take a look around at all the lights and sounds, let 'em bring you in..."

    ~Lights and sounds- Yellowcard ((i think))

    Dear Reader, can you feel it?
    Warm tears down your face?
    Or do my twisted stories and blinding lights
    Bring you to a better place?

    ^ thanks for dragging the tears out jesse. was a good enough day without them.

    Another place, Dear Reader?
    Where lover's love you back

    ^ no such thing. lover's love goes to good friends instead..how the dice rolls.

    But all my words are void of sound
    As the blinding lights grow black

    ^ lights are still too bright..please, somebody turn them off. like NOW.

    good job, jesse.

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