Ballad..

"Padraic My Prince"

i had a brother once
he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to talk
and i don't know what his name was but my mother does
i heard her say it once, padriac my prince i have all but died from the
sheer weight of my shame. you cried but no one came and the water filled your
tiny lungs. appear, my dear, and cry for me. it was six years ago today that
we laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining then too.
and so tonight to celebrate i will poison myself.
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
so i close the door and rest my head on the tile floor,
sickness and sleep turning me cold.
i am still not sure, is there some better place i could be heading towards?
where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome.
i saw the future once.
i was drunk in a phone booth.
my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said
and through the screams of the traffic voices carried saying
i am sorry
on a day so gray its black inside
watching churches on tv
in a coma you don't dream you just hope that someone sits with you
babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer days
before you turn and walk away it has changed you
so tonight to compensate i will poison myself
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.


By: Conor Oberst [Bright Eyes]
Source: http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/brighteyes/padraicmyprince.html

Lyric..

"Wednesday The Third"

Now as I lay by your side
would you tell me why everything has to be lies
leaving everyone wondering when we'll all wind up dead
to all we are within
wednesday the third was the night that you rambled
alone in the fridgid white light like a leopard
about to dig in to trembling skin
with wind whipping your shins

Oh
haven't you heard the news
nobody came too soon
surprise our eyes are opening up to you

Now as I lean to the side
I can see all the thoughts that you're trying to hide
I've arranged for a ferry to France
where you should relax, don't worry about the pets
they'll be safe at our address

Oh
haven't you heard the news
nobody came too soon
surprise our eyes are opening up to you
nobody came too soon
surprise our eyes are opening up to you
you'll always be in our eyes opening up to you

you've left everyone wondering when we'll all end up dead
to all we are within
now as daisies dry off
and the wind scurries scarlet leaves like they were dust
we can see somewhere off to the east
a gaggle of geese are singing your goodbye
hear the sweetest lullaby
listen up to hear the sky will soon clear
and you'll be the last one to wish for rain.

By: Saves The Day
Source: http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/savestheday/wednesdaythethird.html

Free Verse..

The day my eyes met yours
Was the day i swore i'd never forget
the day i'd never regret.
You were my shoulder to cry on,
My reason to go on.
You were there when i hurt the most,
wept the most,
yelled the most.
Everytime i'd walk ahead, i'd turn to see you right behind me.
Now as i strangle my feeling for changing so quickly,
for leaving you to cry,
troubed and confused,
i'm leaving you this note.
I hope someone out there will help you float.
Like you did me.
This favor i just can't seem to return,
as i watch your pictures burn,
Im so sorry.
The times have changed,
my feelings have ranged,
and my shirt has been staind from jealous tears,
and pointless fears,
I'm leaving you behind for good,
pushing you down with all of my misery.

Nikki Bowles

Sonnet..

Now


For me, my friend, no grave-side vigil keep
With tears that memory and remorse might fill;
Give me your tenderest laughter earth-bound still,
And when I die you shall not want to weep.
No epitaph for me with virtues deep
Punctured in marble pitiless and chill:
But when play time is over, if you will,
The songs that soothe beloved babes to sleep.
No lenten lilies on my breast and brow
Be laid when I am silent; roses red,
And golden roses bring me here instead,
That if you love or bear me I may know;
I may not know, nor care, when I am dead:
Give me your songs, and flowers, and laughter now.


Title: Now
By: Eleanor Alexander
Source: http://www.sonnets.org

Epitaph..

EPITAPH ♥
Your crying now because I'm gone,
but my hope is that you'll move on.
I lived my life just as i wished,
now it's your life to truely live.


by:NIKKI BOWLES

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sufjan stevens...


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Artist: Sufjan Stevens
Album: Michigan
Year: 2003
Title: All Good Naysayers, Speak Up! Or Forever Hold Your Peace!

All good thoughts in spite of righteousness
Is not the kind of thoughts in spite of greatness.
Often not the State is advocation.
If we form a power of recognition.

Forget loss and perfect advocation.
If it drops or stays in convocation.
All we praise is all we want in commerce
All we praise is parties, foreign commerce.
Entertain ideas of great communion,
Shelter not materials in union
(All we praise is not the kind of commerce.
That's the right solution!)

All good thoughts is not the act of doing
What we want but what we should improving
Properties, ideas, a woman's pleasure
is empowered by love, a perfect measure!