Poetry

Betrayal

Kiss me on my cheek
While you let the blood flow to wash your sins

They paid you 30 pieces of silver
and they laughed as you tried to fix your mistake

Tormented and going mad
Swing the rope high
to the tree top you climb
a noose around your neck

This will be the last time...
The last time you cry
The last time you breathe

Take a deep breath of the lies swarming around you
let your feet slip
Down you fall...
Now it's your turn to die.
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I wrote this poem a few years back about Judas betraying Jesus.
I feel the same way some times. Thought I'd share my thoughts.

Very nice. Not only am I a fan of free-verse, but that's quite a moving topic. Makes me want to write a song about that!

Man I have so many I could post, it's hard to choose! Sorry, but I gotta share two, I can't decide on one, haha. The first one is sappy Goth trash, and the second one is about my utter disdain for the mainstream media and the morals propagated by them.

Rain Forever

Take me to the land
Where the sun never shines
Evermore it rains:
A dark romantic paradigm

Take me to the kingdom
With glowing artificial lights
Where everything is gray
And blackbirds flicker in your eyes

Take me to the place
Where every day is cloaked in night
Cold winds sway the trees
As frozen lips bring tranquil sighs

Take me in your arms
We'll fight the pain that holds us tight
Singing in the endless rain
Love songs till the end of time


Mother

Tell your children to do as they please
To feed off the breast of beloved TV
To take what is not theirs to pile up more gain
And care not for the holes that keep eating their brains

Tell them all to regale in their lusts
To kiss and have sex as they feel they must
To obsess and obsess like they're sickly insane
Then vacuum the babies and say there's no blame

Tell them that only the beautiful matter
So they throw up their guts in fear to grow fatter
To look down on the ugly like they have no heart
Then sit back and do nothing like they have from the start

Tell them there are no morals and that God is a lie
That they're free to do anything and not question why
To go with the flow that celebrity idols prescribe
And watch as their cities burn out, crumble, and die

Kill them with poison and brainwash their minds
They won't know the difference when they're stupid and blind
Yet deep down inside they feel something's been taken
Pretending to be happy as they wander lost and forsaken

You've spoon-fed us garbage till we've accepted the taste
Now we're too scared to leave, and too frightened to change
I do not love you: I renounce you to your face
You're dead to me mother, you're a sickening disgrace

Amazing poems!! I want to read more! You're so good with words, I loved the last one!

The Last Time
Silence now, no screaming
all you can hear is your small heart beating
The darkness has left you here all alone
I see traces of smiles where the light has shone.

Creases in the pillow where your head used to lie
and bandages on the wounds that begged you to die
There is a razor in the dust bin by the door
because you don't need to feel pain anymore.

Last night's fear has gone away
It broke your chains when the stars faded to day
There's no more sorrow in your eyes
Truth shines bright, no more lies.

All the failures of your past have gone away
because in His arms you're here to stay.

As this evil world turns, men get worse and worse

Hateing on another, and God's name do they curse,

But soon the time will come and Judgement will abound,

When in horror, they hear the trumpet sound,

I just made that up.

Thanks very much! I like the way you write too, great stuff. : ) And yeah let's keep this going, we need to draw more people in! : D

Warmth

In the feebleness of my arms and locks of my crown, my weary head finds sanctuary
And yet nothing, yes nothing can stop the lines from fading before me
Through the glowing smoke and the scent of my youth
My lungs intake the warmth of peace that quietly dies in time

Crystals rain from heaven as I sleep in the ambient noise
A beautiful voice and the groaning of the heat machine
As the wings of my Father flash pictures in my eyes of goodness and trails to come
Wisdom whispers to me in the stillness of night, that I might have strength to withstand the cold

Yet the creatures tell me I reek of tension, and beg me to be as a man of fluidity
And with no mint nor bread yet in my hands I simply turn my cheek
Escaping to my thoughts I deceive myself with sweetness on my tongue, saying,
You are mistaken: my arms are just that strong

Characteristics
Wanting to be heard I raise my voice when I speak
but certainly what is heard is merely a sqeak.

Shall I be discouraged?
Certainly I must have courage,
burried somewhere in the fibers of my fragile being.
If I cut deep enough into the fabric of my skin it will ooze out of the seam.

I think I should bottle it and save it for when I find my pride.
Where is that pride; when I started making my way around it died

Along with the innocense.
But innocense is something I know is gone for good
I would earn it back if I could

Then happiness would be easier to gain
It's sad that it has become something so difficult for me to maintain.

Just like love, the two come hand in hand
I fall into it but like a fool on my face I land.

Forgiveness does not come so easily,
not for me,
not for Him
because this life is a play and I am no actor I will stand here on stage when the curtains fall and the lights dim

Fog

I met a stranger in the fog
Who were they?
Who was I?
Suddenly it came to me
Why that I began to cry
Nobody was standing there
I was all alone
Everything I hoped was real
Turned into mist and wet the stones

I turned around to leave the haze
Where was this?
When in time?
Suddenly it came to me
Why that I began to cry
This is where I've always been
Seeking things I'd never find
Here I'd wander till my death
Trapped inside my mind

Sonshine

Running on with fate so free,
Strolling in fields with dandelions laden with snow,
Looking at the sun as it shines on me,
Wondering without caring where I should go.

Breathing is effortless and existing is a breeze,
But trying is hard and living leaves you stuck in between.
You have brought me to my knees.
This new world, I find you serpentine.


Escaping the truth, and dodging reality,
I tell myself to think that this is just a trick of the eyes.
But I know that as much as I'd like to believe me,
I have told myself but another one of my lies.


I cling to the faith that I am held dearly by my Father,
Without His hand, what guidance can any obtain?
To try on my own I shan't bother,
But in my life I shall let He Who holds my heart reign.

Now that all is said, and has been done,
I reflect, just like rays shining down from the only true Son
I am thankful, for all you have taught me world,
And now I gladly welcome your shun.

really quite awesome

Thanks!

I wrote it today...

It felt good having ink to paper again.

I am sorry I shan't...


I am sorry I shan't be with you this day
When all the family is gathered in but one place.
But I am truly with you in another way,
A splash in the stream of what you'd like to say,
Alive within your limitless grace.
I am sorry I shan't be with you this day


To see your happiness and touch the sunny ray,
But this is my fortune to with the Son embrace.
But I am truly with you in another way,


An intimate thing that time managed to betray,
With you always, in your heart so deep… yes, that is the place.
I am sorry I shan't be with you this day,

To watch with you yet my last setting sun's glory play,
Casting shadows on your now somber face.
But I am truly with you in another way,

I am waiting for you in the place where lightness is brighter than day
And please I beg you, tis not a race.
I am sorry I shan't be with you today,
But I am truly with you in another way.

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Anger and hate fill your heart
Against the God who loves you
Against the girl that can't love you

A few weeks seemed like a few years
Maybe a month went by
and your heart still won't mend

The dogtags hanging around your neck
sent over the oceans
just to feel closer

I can't let go of you
No matter how hard I try
but your mortality is no lie

Stop and think of yourself for once
don't do it
please

I'm there with you
I never left
I'm just in those silent dreams

I'm in each sigh
I'm in each lie
the lie you call love

So please stop
and think of yourself
and of the God who can save you


Just repent
forget
start over again

Without me.
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Wrote this just now.A friend of mine wants to commit suicide because I can't love him more than a friend...and he thinks God hates him and wants to torture him with all the bad things he put in his life. i had to let him go and say goodbye. It was so hard...

Prayer Without Ceasing

My brain screams of sadness
as I look back on my family...
Why can't they see the love of God,
how far gone do they have to be
until he grabs a hold of their heart?
Has he already? Are they just ignoring the tug?

My heart longs for my sister,
the heroine addict, the prostitute, and the lost child.
I waited for the day that she would be clean.
No longer is she the addict or prostitute,
but still the lost child, I pray...
God breaks her some day.

My heart longs for my sister,
the one who's seen prison,
three kids, no food or money.
Robbing a bank, she felt was her only way.
She's paid her dues, and is building her life again,
but yet I still pray, someday she'll build it with God.

My heart longs for my sister,
the one who married young, to an abuser.
Nights of being beaten and drugged, finally she breaks free.
Now here she is with her three kids,
so many trials and set backs, and here I pray,
waiting for her to turn to God, with her troubles.

My heart longs for sister,
losing her dad at such a young age,
and a mother who uses her, for selfish needs.
A once believer, soon captured by the world.
I pray when she looks at her baby,
she'll see her miracle, and her heart will be with God again.

My heart longs for my daddy,
A man who use to believe, Sundays were for family..
you went to church and then to lunch.
You prayed before each meal, and thanked God for another day,
but now his heart, has turned so cold. I keep him in my prayers at night,
that someday, he'll believe again.

My heart longs for my mommy,
so long she was hurt and broken.
Her nights were long, with an unfaithful husband,
and five girls who pushed their problems toward her.
How strong she tried to be, but it didn't work,
and finally falling to her knees, she gave her life back to God.

My heart longs for my family.
They know right from wrong, and they believe,
but still they choose to live of the world and not of God.
Sometimes I might feel broken down, but I will not give up the fight,
I will bow my head each night and pray for them,
until I reach my goal.

Keeping Hope Through the Battle

An Every day Battle,
Pain a constant reminder,
of how weak and defeated you feel,
like you can't go on.
Darkness comes and you want to sleep,
yet you lie awake, and sleep never comes.


A constant struggle,
an every day hardness.
Pain deep in your body,
creeping into your soul,
making you feel worthless,
and out of control.

You don't understand,
why things are this way.
Why you hurt, and struggle,
Why you ache and cry,
The pain of depending on others
when you can't do it for yourself.

Through all this you must keep your head held High,
Face the Battle head on, Shout a victory cry.
Pray, Sing, Shout. Cry out to the Lord.
We may not understand why sometimes, BUT
He is always there,
You Must keep Hope through the Battle.

I wrote this 4 years ago for a contest

Guardian Angels


Guardian angels are there
to watch over you.
Guardian angels are there
to guide and comfort you.

Guardian angels are there
when things go bad.
Guardian angels are there
whether you are happy or sad.

Guardian angels are there
when you need them the most.
Guardian angels are there
even when you eat your toast.

Guardian angels are there
when you are laughing and or crying.
Guardian angels are there
while you are living and dying.

Guardian angels are there
till the very end.
Guardian angels are there
forever as your friend.


Copyright ©2001 Kristy Mangham

Wrote this in 1998, for my grandmother
entered it in a contest in 2000 and was entered in a poetry book called America at the Millennium and they copyrighted it for me in 2001

Read more of my poems on
www.Allpoetry.com
Author name: Kristen Mangham