The Dark Side!
Lonely, Tis naught but the black hole of the mind! Beware the monster of loneliness is on the prawl!
Tormented!
To touch upon the subject of loneliness To let some people know that we understand
Troglodyte Cave Diary
Racing to the hidden cave scratched bones upon the wall a refuge within a darkness lit of memories told the warm of fire shall not engulf the trembling bodies of fear It must go out! but to open the lids of sight heaving breathes
Beneath A Wounded Sky
Beneath the wounded sky sails she In a crystal boat of long lost memories Sails of gossamer wings spread out Pushed by winds of regret and sorrow Beneath the waves souls doth float Misshapen, bent and twisted Crying out for eternity long “Ha
Why!
On the Darkside Just a simple why?
The Monster Inside
Behind these eyes you do not see What’s really in here hiding If you knew, you’d die of shock And pray to God for deliverance Blood red splattered walls As the knife slowly slides in you From groin to throat the flesh parts Your insides wet
HATE
Hate! A poison that festers in the heart and passed from person to person,country to country. A cancer spreading,seeking in persute of distruction. It hides in the guise of love,and lives in the hearts of the destroyers of trust and morale. Braker of
Betrayal Rise
Betrayal Rise Betrayal Fall Betrayal Ire Watch your back !
Seeking Guidance
A poem reflects One's inner struggles. A poet never outright says how they feel. It is left upon the reader to obtain their own interpretation. This poem is a reflection, as the writer, of my past struggle with suicide, of how it makes me feel everyday since then, of the pain I still feel. During this time I felt alone, stranded, hungry for a chance. But no matter what I did I always failed. The 1st side-affect to failure is blaming those around you. The past me felt that everyone could help me before it was too late, it never entered my mind that they were unable to, it was as if something was blocking out rationality. The present me only wants to tell my story to anyone who will listen and give me the chance to be heard, the chance I never had during this time. The past me always seemed to reflect on that day every-time failure was consistent. Old habits die hard, right? So please do not misjudge me when I reflect upon the past me. A little saying that I chant constantly, "The Past Should Always Remain Yesterday, No Matter What It Was, Let It Remain Yesterday; For Today Is The Present, Today Is The Only Day That Matters, Today Is The Day You WILL Accomplish Your Dream & Soon Tomorrow, Our Future, Will Shine Bright In Our Eyes As We Look Upon Our Achievement With Pride." .. If that quote was confusing here is a simpler version: "Yesterday is The Past, Today is The Present, Tomorrow is The Future." What we do today reflects our future. What we did yesterday...it doesn't matter if we can ALWAYS do better today, and we can.
Dark Hours
Well, it isn't all about fairies, sometimes they just fly off and leave us in the hands of monsters, don't they...
Cybornatic Humanoid Zombie
I am going thru some mood swings with a pinch of depression so Forgive me me if i don't remark as often as i do. . . as my flu is also a bugging nuisance that's making me out to be. . .
Monsters
Reading a lot of nonfiction books on some real monsters. Jeffrey Dahmer, Last Meals, stories on last meals served to executed prisoners (cheeseburger ranks as the most popular last meal request) and the mother of David Peltzer who wrote a book "A Child Called It."
The Beginning
Dead as far as eye can see Scattered all around her No sound to be heard, no living thing Alone, she was lost and lonely Slowly she rose, looked around Surely there was a way to escape here With careful steps around bodies she trod There had
choice
What will they say What will they say on judgement day What will they say with tear filled eyes and handfuls of clay What will they say What will they think What will they do as they walk away What will they say as you hear the tapping of
Did You Ever Exist?
Sound of mirror breaking shatters the silence Shards fly through the air reflecting light A crazy kaleidoscope of colours on the walls Within micro seconds, though feels like hours They settle on the floor, their passing only a memory Where ha
Abyss
Take a moment to breathe, trying not to scream. But you're dying and I can't save you. Doing everything I can, trying not to let go of your hand. But I can't seem to save you. As your life leaves from your eyes, I see and can only hope I tried...
Lost in the Clouds
We all have our poison
The Day Mary Died
Today is the day that I will die This the cards have told me No matter how I shuffled and dealt The outcome never altered How I will die I do not know The cards have not foretold me Just each card next to the other lays Spelling doom, gloom
Warden
Another dark one along the inner voices line...
ISIS
From far away the world sees the video westerner's beheaded a mother's tear drops far away the house is weeping mother I love you I kiss the m
Questions
The eternal question ... what if you had but hours left to live
wild child
WILD CHILD No one could handle no one could control that forlorn lost look that asunder of soul left so delusioned with fair of face no one had seen the wild childs distaste embittered and fractured no stable abode through you
City of pain
Its sad...but Im happy its so sad...Im glad I'm good at it...
Raw
. Reflections .
SAVE ME
Hope Lives!
Time To Give Up
Just thinking of some random things that suck about the reality we live in.
where are you?
Thanks for all your reads and comments.
Vampire Haiku
After the sun sets....
Listen to good advice
In the land of angels, Demons come out to play. Whispering hidden tresures and clues, Dont believe every word they say! Be prepared and open your eyes, Mocking your faith and intelligence, Nothing seems to go as you
MyCellf
Across the plains I see a glimmering light Beyond the horizon where the day fades out the night The grass is grown from the roo
Pain
just feeling down. sometimes I just write. maybe some can relate.
Dark .
Just something I wrote characters fictional .
The Path
The morning sun found me Without the touch Of your hand A wish is A wish I bow my head And smile Have I played The fool? Perhaps I was never Who I thought I was She cannot read My mind And my spirit is Alien to the land O
Death
Word count: 30
LOST IN MY EMOTIONS
Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there. Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare. Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, nig
Take Heed
Discernment
Sane Inside My Insanity
Howling wind through the barren wasteland of my mind I scream, and the screams echoes over and over Ripped to shreds by the violent putrid wind And the tatters still hang there fading into eternity I am here a prisoner behind these bloodshot ey
I feel...
...all of my time, Has been wasted, My heart has been, Too many places, These eyes of mine, Too many faces, This tounge has tasted, Till everythings tasteless, It's all too much, I cannot take it...
Eyes So Icy Blue
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......
MY LIFE FULL OF CHANGES ------(WORTH READING)
I WROTE THIS POEM PERTAINING TO MY LIFE AND HOW I FEEL