Perfect Paths
Alone on my perfect paths I sit observe with clarity the multi-senses around me wait for prey Now the wind is my friend stretching my paths I watch them resonate through one of my eyes It's not yet time to move sit silent and still Res
"DAEMON 3 ~ TRANSCENDENCE" 1/18/2013
THIS SONG WAS REAL DIFFICULT POSTING IT HERE, IM ONLY ALLOUD TO HAVE 3000 CHARACTERS AND IT HAD 3261 CHARACTERS, SO I HAD TO PUT NUMBERS WHERE THE "TO & FOR" WAS AND THE "IN" I HAD TO DROP THE "I" ERASE ALL THE PERIODS AND PUT "&" WHERE THE "AND" WAS. PLUS I SHORTENED 2 OR 3 SENTENCES, THAT PPL WOULD STILL KNOW WHAT I SAID, AND WOULD STILL MAKE SINCE... TRIED TO POST THIS ONE BEFORE, CAUSE I POSTED DAEMON 1 & DAEMON 2 ON HERE... BUT NOW, I WAS ACTUALLY ABLE TO POST IT... DAEMON 3~TRANSCENDENCE WILL NOT BE ON THE ALBUM TITLED ~ DAEMON, LIKE PARTS 1 & 2 IS. BUT, DAEMON 3, WILL BE ON THE ALBUM TITLED "THE ESSENCE OF THE WAKING EVIL" HOPE U ALL LIKE IT. ITS JUST AS DARK AND EVIL AS MOST OF THE OTHERS I POSTED...
Razão & Emoção
reason and emotion razão e emoção
SELF DESTRUCTION
Its just a poem
My Thoughts
A different version of bee gees song thoughts and words that come in my head, a try to get my words in the songs that I like
~XX~
How far do you want to take the think of the personal you?
As Bones
Stark landscape
Mourning Doves
Dark micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter.
Dreams
Dark micro-poetry written for #FP #FridayPhrases on Twitter.
Apocalypse
Dark micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter and The Micropoets Society
Forged in the Stars
Micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter and The Micropoets Society
72 Words
College days.
Waiting...
Dark night of the soul
Waiting
Waiting, looking, expecting something or someone, patience-impatience, obsessions-repetition, science-addiction, computer obsession, people games, lost time, to and fro, ...waiting, waiting waiting
faded life
This poem just represent the battle of fear Close to death how many fear the unknown. . wrote this on a rainy day...With the mind set Of nothing to lose
Thirst
arizona home
Bend
Addiction
Yearn
I have been alone for far too long.
Torn
loneliness
Visions of Paradise
Four brown geese flying low, Autumn chill and wing tip flow. Visions of freedom Ring through my head, So close to walking Away from the dead. Yearning for love And a breath of fresh air. Away from the steel With nary a care. With
Symphony
I feel the Earth Is the violin. The sea is the bow. With the pulling of the Waves is the pulling of The bow. One last pull Of my waves like my Life before the strings Break and the wood Of the violin is burned To ashes.
The Bending of A Stone
The Stone. It is not the stone that breaks down But myself…and my mind…that wraps…around…the stone. My perceptions of the real. And the unreal. Dorothy dances on the ceiling, And my mind is numb. My mind. A rock? Mayhaps. A Mishap It sits to
soulless
Your death in my arms arrives on swift wings. Light leaves your eyes like the dying embers of A holy flame. You are cold and lifeless, soul-less. The funhouse mirrors shatter from a shockwave Of Death and Fury. Hellfire licks my skin, My eyes
Seeing what it was
(Seeing what it was) We struggled hard But that camaraderie Kept my head up Lost to the world Searching for a cause We puffed til our eyes Turned red just to Kill the pain I'm lost in reality Seeing hate I see I see pain I see monster
The Odyssey
I am rejected frequently about my past and because of it.
swiss cheese sailing ship
welcome to earth
Untitled
Twin sister estranged me
untitled
twin sister estrangement
condemned
post-apocalyptic wanderings
Premonitionary Presence
Frequently, Death sticks its sticky fingers Into my brain And rummages through my drawers. Always The presence lingers Deep in the part of the brain That feels self-preservation. The presence haunts me Never to leave. Where will I go?
untitled
dumb humans
Transcendance
Ash and steel, the color of the sky. The world weeps, for all graves overflow. But I possess a burning b rand, a divine Disruption. A Holy Light. Even so, my legs and broken, my wings torn From their sockets, my divinity disrupted. I see where
whisper
The coma of night When the city twinkles And all are sleeping, I walk the streets in silence. There is a rare sound Of tires on macadam and then It is gone. Only street cleaners, 7/11 clerks and nurses And others like me, Only they whisp
longing for something
all of my poetry is dark. i suffer deppression and loneliness. that's why i write dark. i cant write light. its not in me.
maze runner
america is a sewer where people wipe their asses with the american flag. I am ashamed to be called an American.
Pele
I was very angry and alone.
The Return
It's about returning home from space and seeing the world at nuclear war.
Sanguine Tears
I dont want to talk about it.
last night
It's like I go out all I see is clowns while I'm spitting rounds around here see who I gotta see cuz I won't be back for a whole year get it dummy cuz guess what you might be next rip off your tee shirt leave you in the dirt next to that blond bi
Shadows
I wrote it 8 years ago when I was going threw a ruff patch in my life.
Cusp Of Eternity
A child of autumn was born into a world of deceit and death and a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away and install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow. She walks across the country, she holds her head up high in the rain. A mother is scre