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

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

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

As Safe As Houses

How many tears will I have to cry?
How often will I wonder why?
How much heartache will I feel?
How often will I wish him to be real?
How long will it take,
Until I break?

How much am I able to survive?
How much time will it take of my life?
How many obstacles will we have to overcome?
How often will I have to run?

How long will I have to fight?
How often will I wonder if this is right?
How much bitterness will gnaw on my heart?
How long will it take until I find my other part?
How many lonely nights in my bed,
Until I’m finally going mad?
How many years will I have to wait,
Until I meet him at the gate?

How often will I yield to despair?
How long will we dare to care?
How much solitude are we able to accept,
Until we amortize our debt?

How often will I be worried sick?
How often will this situation get on my wick?
How long,
Could this list go on?

All those questions,
No reply.
It’s obvious why.

But,
There’s one question I can answer for sure:

How long will I be able to endure,
This pain,
This vain endeavour?

As long as our love seems to be true and pure,
As long as our hearts seem to feel real,

Forever!
That’s the deal!

© Virginia Stone