rain sunday very sad
dig up this grave for me my friend. if only you seen what i seen. rain sunday a little girl in a grave. her daddy beat her into pieces today. she only knew nothing else to say. her daddy shot her his secret took to her grave. but i knew the truth
a life forgotten
take a walk between the lines between the sands of time between the dream and reality sanctified beauty of nightmares burning flesh, sweet and pungeant the singing of hair, dark auburn red an idea for a song, sweet and long remnants of a life
Ankara II
Another Ankara poem
Death: Before and After part 1
Part 1 to my "Death: Before and After poem.
Death: Before and After part 2
Wrote on: June 14, 2010. I truly believe this poem saved my life. Because it made me see what I was about to do to my son, and I couldnt do that.
"A Lost Sacrab"
Not so dark.... SS
frozen
im trapped a passing light of dim. empty a torn out page im so grim. looking for your hope to find me lit. as my darkness awakens my grip. im frozen of ice and lisps. just tragic searching for it. why search im already dead. a bitter cold breath. an
Stress
Attempt @ using more imagery in my poems. There is not as much flow to it though.
Torment
Torment In shallow waters, fighting to catch my breath, drowning in pain and sorrow, reaching for the surface that's out of grasp. Shadows are all that remain, in the darkness of all this pain, I can't perceive the dream, and it mak
until you get me
until you get me ill not stop. i hope you fall in hell with an endless drop. and you'll have no soul to give. then you'll feel life is not to live. your mind won't gather any and all thoughts. sorry to say this war is over that you fought. you'll fal
better off dead
the spread of rain to feel the pain. i lost my feelings for you today. the garden had ears in vain. now the i love you has gone away. i lost my feelings for you today. im always a dreamer but i don't lie. you lied to me my friend. our friendship has
The Black Book
Full of Drama ! eh ?
love again
a tear come fast a tear come now. a tear run deep a tear run down. a broken heart cant sleep. a soul fall down a soul show now. a love goes quick a love that couldn't stick. but oceans do rise oceans do have chance. people do love love again people d
bipolar moments
this came out as i was takeng a shower
"Emotional Challenge"
Love is not a game I am not a good player... You think the same... But i am not your mental prayer... Nowadays we are playing chess My ebony king versus your ivory king Who will win??? Try to guess!!! You won´t uncover anything...
Aborted babies cry!
Hear the babies Cries!
Hallway ...
A Dream ...
I HAVE A FEELING YOU PARENTS AIN'T LISTENING ~free
YOU MUST KNOW THAT BESIDES ACTING THE ROLE OF A RUDE AND SELF-SERVING POET I ALSO CARE ABOUT EVERYTHING NATURE HAS MADE, ESPECIALLY KIDS WHO THINK STEPPING OVER DEAD BODIES IS COOL, AND THAT EVEN YOUR LITTLE CHILD WITH ANY COLOR EYES COULD WIND UP ON THAT ROOFTOP!
DOING DOPE WITH PUDDLE WATER
BECAUSE I LOVE MR. TRAVIS IAN AND I THINK IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF, WHEN HE'S HALF MY AGE, THAT THERE WILL BE SAFE WATER, FOOD, SHELTER, BUT MOST OF AIR AND BECAUSE IT NEEDED TO BE WRITTEN
thoughtless thoughts
bleeding heaven forever in day. heart is broken so i stay away. labeld and torn to shreds again. love is broken and im losing it. fabled and reborn to rebirth. learning to live with true earth. in my dreams as always i was. go ahead hate me my frien
The final days!
Prophetic or evolution?
HOW I IMAGINE IT TO HAVE BEEN
THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND, AT LEAST I CHOOSE TO CALL HER THAT WITHOUT HER PERMISSION AND MORE GREAT NEWS 'I THINK I FOUND MY LATEST MUSE but hush because she doesn't know
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, A SHINING STAR
A DUDE CAN HAVE HOPE CAN'T HE (AND DON'T BE A WISE GUY AND THINK HER NAME IS HOPE WELL IT AIN'T YOU DOPE
~a-Gain?~
how real does it have to get before society finally starts to see...................
soul to steal 2
ghost inside haunting the alive. take for granted what's buried inside. heart of stone yet so still. these thornes are breaking me for real. goddess i love show truth for your will. to hold nothing a soul to steal the eyes of my love don't forsake m
soul to steal
haunted by a million ghosts. taken by fortunate host. shivering through pain. god my heart feels the rain. as i cross a valley of doubt. feeling sorrow turning inside out. take my soul to steal if you please. your a goddess and im on my knees. as i s
razorblade salvation
Mommy I'm sorry if my first letter made you cry To be honest with you I don't think that I wanna die Sometimes I feel like that I'm cancerous in others lives Thats probably why I drink at night and sleep till 4 or 5 It's kinda hard walking throug
DOPE DIDN'T KILL ME BUT BEING A DOPE NEARLY DID
SO DON'T WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH ME, SEE IF I GIVE A SHIT
SAYING GRACE & SPRAYING MACE a rant by ~free cee!~
look, this is the world i hope won't be the legacy we leave for my 2 year old grandson Mr. Travis Ian....but something tells me that generation X ain't doing shit excecpt accepting noise as music and are too busy with i-tunes-computers, cell phones nd phonies who sell crap they call useful to try to fix what us Baby Boomers could not!
A PAIN CLOUD ON HORROR'S HORIZON
i do not feel like doing so right at this moment
poem for valintines day
this for every one don't say you never got something for valintines day ...... john
My Cursed Angel
Still In Love With him :(
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ridiculed by the people that comment. heartless people think there heaven sent. selfish losers that would make a mother cry. and you would have to ask why. trapped in there hell again. there's no pain in this goodbye.
My Nightmare
I was severely abused as a child and I have nightmares/flashbacks. So I wrote after a flashback.
CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY chARMing
"Hey white boy, you want some white powder?"
~Tuskegee~
Speaks for itself. Saw the movie Tuskegee Airmen tonight, hence the write.
fishing
what is next in the sea of deception what tricks must i endure what lies and games will a man use what bait will hook me tightly in the mouth when he wants to reel me in not for love and real life just for him to win for this is a game to him
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DORAN KORAN
they are going to give me a litany of choices as to what type of poetry this is....since the first four lines rhyme and then the body is all over the place, and once again the last four lines rhyme I call this type of poem, among many others i've written "~free cee's!~ Hybrid poetry...thanks for reading me, ~free!~ despite the fact that i had a double major in creative writing and analytical poetry I have no clue as to what the hell "Ghazil" is---if any pretty 54-62 year old woman in the south Fla. area can define it to me I'd be more than content to listen...as to men who want to fill me in....go teach a course in it somewhere and i'll google it!
~ The Ghost Within ~
at war with demons....
lost in the shadow of madness
wrote this when i was in despair an trying give myself hope
WHEN TO DREAD RED
THIS IS THE TYPE OF POEM MY ROOMMATE THINKS SUCKS