Allgemein, Poetry

The Raging Man

His eyes glistening red,
his behaviour more than bad.
Yelling all around the place,
long ago lost his grace.

Fighting everyone that’s near,
forcing them to hear and fear.
His fist wild in the air,
whipping with his long hair.

His preferred weapon is his voice,
making more and more noise.
He feels misunderstood and mad,
should better go and sleep in his bed.

Spreading hate,
anger fills the room,
this man is his own doom.

Ignorance is his life,
he’s using it like a knife.
Too blind to see,
he could be free.

Loved and not alone,
with people and a home.

The big mistake he’s making,
it’s his own life he’s taking.
Not recognizing he himself isn’t holy,
expecting others to be lowly.

The devil’s in his eyes,
he’s losing his disguise.

Another soul lost and gone,
this war will go on,
until one side has won.

© Virginia Stone

Poetry

Broken Pieces

There’s nothing
left of me,
all those pieces,
loose and free.
His words,
everything I didn’t want to hear,
commitment to my deepest fear.
I’m here,
no not there,
broken pieces everywhere.

His name,
That echoes
through my mind.
Going insane,
numb and blind.
Fragments of the past
in my ear,
don’t get near.
Future falls,
if you touch it,
my dear.

I think.
I thought.
That.
This could be.
You and me.

Fog in my eyes,
tears paying the price,
causing ice,
playing nice,
roll the dice!

Thunderstorm within my soul,
got no control.

LET IT ROLL!
Let it roll!
let it roll.

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

The Little Things

It’s the little things,
I miss,
For instance
The touch of
A gentle kiss.

It’s the little things
I crave,
Like the sound
Of the ocean,
The sigh of
A wave.

It’s the little things,
I long for,
Like a hug
From a friend,
That helps me to soar.

It’s the little things
I want,
That started,
To taunt.
To daunt.

Like the touch
Of a hand,
Holding mine.
Entwining fingers,
A lifeline.

Like a peck
On the cheek,
A tight embrace.
Messing up hair,
Stroking a face.

Like the brush
Of soft lips,
Against fingertips.
Resting my head
On someone’s shoulder.
Watching a smile
Unfold and smoulder.

It’s the little things
I miss so dearly.
It’s the little things
That hurt so severely.
I just want them back,
Yours sincerely.

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Not All Prayers Are Answered

You plead,
You bleed,
You scream,
You yell,
You tell.

Your story,
Your worry,
Your fears,
Your tears,
For years.

You hope,
You dream,
You wish,
You feel,
You reel!

You command,
You demand,
You rage,
You age.
You weep,
You sleep.

You wail,
You’re frail.
You cry,
Ask why?

Their reply:
Not all prayers are answered.
That’s why,
Some die.

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Land Of Hope

Reach out your hand
I’ll follow thee,
To the land
Of hope
Where we’ll be free.

It might
Be frail
Like the wings
Of a butterfly.
It might
Sting and hurt
Like the pain
Of a long goodbye.

There’s no way
To guarantee
If we’ll
Take flight
If we’ll be free.

No way to say
If we’ll
Live or die.
No way
To know
If we’ll be a lie.

All we can do
Is try.

Just give me
A chance
Only one more glance.
Please,
Please let us dance.

Reach out your hand
I’ll follow thee,
To the land
Of hope
Where we’ll be free.

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Troubled Evolution

And then the world was set on fire,
Trees burning in the heat,
The situation got real dire,
Turning into an inevitable defeat.

The noise so silent
Pebbles dropping in the lake,
Slow vibrations turning violent,
Their force an exhilarating ache.

The wind was roaring,
Drowning out all sound,
My heart was soaring,
Up, up and away from the ground.

The earth was shaking,
Push turning into pull,
The current awakening,
Its stream not empty but full.

The air charged with electricity,
It’s music reaching a crescendo,
The sky filled with toxicity,
Every atom laced with innuendo.

The storm eventually breaking loose,
Its might relentless in its pursue.
No hope to negotiate a truce,
So greedy after its curfew.

Consuming everything as it goes,
And once at full speed,
It never slows.
It never slows.

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Death and Despair

Girl:
Please sweet death come down on me!
Touch me with your black wings
And set my fire free!
Take me to the depths of hell,
Take me to heaven,
I don’t care,
It’s all the same,
It’s all well!


Death:
Why do you call for me?
Why should I end your life?
Is there any reason for me?
Is there even a reason for thee?

Girl:
Oh please sweet death,
Embrace me with black fire,
Take me to another place up higher!
There’s no reason for me to live on,
It went all so wrong!

Death:
You little child,
Don’t demand such things from me,
I won’t do you this favour.
It’s not your time to go with me!

Girl:
But please my dear friend,
It should,
No it must end!
Take me with you on the eternal flight,
Give me the kiss,
It is my right!

Death:
You are too young to understand,
The meaning of life and death,
My friend!
I can’t kill people as I please,
I’m not doing this with ease!

Girl:
You have to help me
Or I’ll gamble my soul!

Death:
Young girl,
Don’t make me lose control!
Others plead for their lives,
Stabbed by knifes
Or some shot between the eyes!
Why do you want to die?
Tell me little girl,
Why do you want to make others cry?

Girl:
I don’t have any reason to live,
My life is so hollow,
I want to follow,
LET ME SWALLOW THE PILL,
I know I will…
Go to the place without fear,
Go to the place of my dear!

Death:
Oh what a fool you are,
It was his fate to die in the car!
And it is your destiny to live on,
Even if it all seems wrong.
I understand your pain,
But all attempts are in vain!
Go and live your life on full expense,
Before it ends!

Girl:
It sounds so easy but it isn’t true,
You don’t have human feelings,
You know nothing about what
I had to go through!

Death:
You may be right,
But I won’t take you
On my flight!

Girl:
Angel of darkness why are you so cruel?
Even though you rule,
About life and death.
It’s you who’s got the power
In the
aftermath!

Death:
I’m dealing with the gift of power.
It’s me who says when it is your last hour!
What’s so bad about life anyway?

Girl:
It’s the fact that he couldn’t stay!
It’s the fact of standing up every day,
The fact that I’m breathing whereas he’s away!
It are all those feelings that make me sway!
How can I live while he’s dead?
How can I be happy without going mad?
How can I be glad…?
To live…
I’M LIVING AND HE IS DEAD!!!

Death:
Young poor girl,
There’s still so much you have to learn.
Yearn for him when you feel like it,
Cry all night to get rid of this hit.
Take your time to mourn,
Take your time,
It is no crime.
But there’s one thing,
I have to tell,
Something he told me,
Before his body fell.

He loved you with every fibre of his heart.
He loved the girl you were,
Oh you’ve been so smart!
There was only one wish he had,
Before he flew towards the moon,
Gazing directly into my empty head.

He wanted you to be strong,
He told me that you have to keep on.
He knew there was nothing he could give,
Except of the gift that you’d live.
He wanted you to have a better life,

He simply wanted you,
To stay alive…

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Broken Heart Syndrome

They say,
With time
The pain goes away.
But
How much water has to flow?
How many mountains have to grow?
Before you can forget,
Your biggest regret?
Can’t wake from a nightmare
That’s the bitter truth,
You got old,
Can’t find your youth.

Standing at the river,
Staring at the sky,
One question on your lips: A silent
„Why?“

Every year
Water takes this rose,
Only me knows,
You’re the ashes in the sea,
This river will bring
My red roses to thee.

There are wounds
That cut too deep.
There are things
That hunt you in your sleep.
Some moments you can’t bring back.
Empty dots on a wooden map.
You can’t flee from your past,
Cause in your heart
You know
It will last and last.

Standing at the river,
Staring at the sky,
One question on your lips: A silent
„Why?“

Every year
Water takes this rose,
Only me knows,
You’re the ashes in the sea,
This river will bring
My red roses to thee.

What’s the point
On holding on to a cut line?
Yet you still can’t let go,
It’s not the right time,
It would feel like a crime.

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Faith in Humanity

There’s a weapon that’s stronger than steel,
It’s a dangerous thought that makes you feel.

It’s an idea that keeps you up at night,
It is something that you just can’t fight.

The fear, it lurks in all of us,
Causing us to lose our trust.
Turning us into strangers,
Showing us unknown dangers.

There’s no more constant motion,
No more waves in the ocean.
Life has become a smooth pond,
Once strong relationships an unsecured bond.

Minds are as empty as the streets they wander,
Every single action we ponder.

There will come a time after this,
A time when we realize what went amiss.
A time to rebuild and to learn from mistakes made,
A time when we leave the shade,
When our memories will eventually fade.

Let’s fight this weapon that’s stronger than steel,
Let’s keep those dangerous thoughts at bay and not make them real!
Let’s work on this fear that’s keeping us paralyzed,
Let’s bring a wave to the ocean and be energized!

Together we can make this future real,
Together we can live the ideal!
Let’s reach out a hand and show some trust,
Let us all adjust!

There’s nothing we can’t achieve,
As long as our hearts are open,
As long as we believe!

© Virginia Stone

Allgemein, Poetry

Rancor

I hate it to get up every day,
I hate it to waste the hours,
I hate it to run that way.

I hate it that I can’t write anymore,
That there’s an empty store
With no core.

I hate it that I trusted you,
I hate it that you made me love you.
I hate it that you made me cry,
That you even made me wish to die.

I hate it that there’s nothing inside of me,
I hate it that I’m still not free of thee.
I hate it that I’ve to heal that emptiness,
Hate it that you left me in all this fucking mess.

I hate it that I’m still thinking about you,
After all that endless pile of shit you made me go through.

I hate you for taking my muse away,
I hate you for making me sway on my way.

I hate it to be all alone,
I hate it when I see your number on my phone.
I hate it to see the picture that used to be on my wall,
I hate YOU,
Will never again wait for your call!

I hate it that I was nothing worth in your eyes,
That I believed all those stupid lies.

I hate so much about you,
So many things!
I hate it that we even talked about wedding rings!

I hate your dissimulation,
Even more,
I hate you for this humiliation.

I hate you for so many reasons…

But tell you what:
I hate myself for loving you all those years!
For trusting you and throwing away all of my fears!

What I truly hate the most,
Is ME,
That I loved you at all costs.

© Virginia Stone