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Happy Valentine's Day, all! I love this holiday (not usually, but this year's different. I'm finally okay with the fact that I haven't found true love yet... I mean, honestly, I'm only 14!!)
I have another joy to share with you! In honor of all those who still think of Valentine's as a dark holiday, here's to you. Have fun...

The Perfect Lullaby
Tears are the perfect lullaby,
the perfect song for every goodbye,
the answer to every question why,
and the story after every lie.

Don't question what you know is true.
Don't tell me I didn't love you.
Don't bring around someone new.
Just don't tell me what to do.

You can't see my loneliness.
You can't clean all this mess.
You can't fix this damn stress.
And I can't have you, I guess.

Lie to me like never before,
tell me you'll love me forever more.
My blood for you, I shall pour
if you promise to re-open that door.

If this is how it must end,
don't come back and say we're friends.
On my own, my heart can mend,
as long as you, to Hell, shall descend.




Hugs and Love to All! heart

I wrote this one back in 6th grade when I was still crazy enough to think I could be famous someday... (it's a song, btw)

=One Thing=
Locked in the realms of darkness,
no way to get me out of here.
There's only one thing I can think of
that can help me see clear.

You're the one thing that can help me.
You're the one thing that can make me happy.
You're the one thing.
My one thing.

Waitin' for half an hour,
in the pouring rain.
There's only one thing
that can make me believe again.

You're the one thing that can show me
there's more to life than it seems.
There's only one
thing in life
that can confirm my dreams.
You're the one thing
My one thing
The only thing
My one thing.

Locked in the realms of darkness,
I found my way out of here.
The only way
I'll reach my dreams
is with that one thing.

You're the one thing in my life
that keeps me movin' on.
Life was dead
I overcame
because of my one
thing.

Hrm... both your poems are nice-- but not particularly my style. Sure they work, but what are they really putting out? They're straight forward and in general require little creative thought. I don't know, I'm a free lance poet. I write words which barely string together, so its hard to adapt to this sort of 'up-front' work. Still, nice.

C&P from OP/L:
~//Home\~
Ipod blaring the songs
of autumn goodbyes
and love-sick lullabies.
Broken spirits fly
in a town where cows
are regarded more highly
than women and men.
Maturing young adults
have no need to hurt
because they'll find
in their little city
someone who cares
enough to give them
a place to stay and a few
free cookies to eat.
Teenagers grow up
knowing everyone
and having them all say,
"I remember when you
were just so tall
and barely outta diapers."
Embarassing, sure,
but they don't care.
This is their family.
This is their home.
heart

Lyrics. Wrote them a while ago. They may seem kinda generic now, but when put to music, I think it's amazing (but, of course, I cannot show you sound over the internet) Love?

,.,.The Rest of Us.,.,
Let go of your damn pride.
You know you're gonna die.
Just like the rest of us
Just like the rest of us

It's time that you decide
to give up on life.
Just like the rest of us
Yeah, the rest of us.

{Chorus}
You gotta learn my dear
that nothin's gonna calm your fears.
Everything's still gonna go away
on your dying day.
You gotta learn my love
that you can rise above
the rest of us.
You're just like the rest of us.

Forget all of those times
when love was in your eyes.
Just like the rest of us
Oh, the rest of us.

Don't even try to try
to figure out what's right
to the rest of us.
Mhmm, the rest of us.

{Chorus}

You're no better than anyone.
You can't conquer over the sun
because you know that you are,
truly, one of us.

{Chorus}
Oh oh the rest of us.

Let go of your damn pride.
You know you're gonna die.
Just like the rest of us.
heart

Pretty good job on this one, i love how you kick it off and the metaphor you use to describe the colour of a street fight - mud and blood relating to strawberries doused in chocolate, very original and colours these days are too bland in their description, especially with reddy colours, ie blood red or crimson, YAWN. So well done on this factor, however straight after this the poem lets itself down in the next four lines

Enough angst to last years,
they fight to the death
or until the cops come
and drag them apart.

This is very ho-hum and it is just telling with no imagery whatsoever, it's just like yeah they hold a grudge - fight - and the outcome is either death of cops, very bland when compared to the rest of the poem, thankfully though the poem picks up again for the remainder and it finishes on a good note. However i would strongly suggest that you fix those four lines and invoke some fighting imagery and use a poetic tool in there somewhere like a similie or a metaphor to break things up and add some much needed interest for this part of the poem. Well done and i look forward to your next poem, thank you for posting.