immortal one
help me hold on to the tides because im drowning again my friend falling forever im in the dark im going into the red falling again immortal one hold on to me because im so very sad im very sad im forever taking it it gets so danm very bad my friend
Some one
Its just another sad poem
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even my spouse As she laid there so peaceful and all so calm I remembered last year I had her embalmed So I got my new hand cart I got last year And t
Hope u like my poem!
What keeps me here If I left would you care Maybe you wouldn't notice I reach out to you Silently screaming in pain Despair encases my soul I'm trapped Can't cry, can't breathe Numb And so I must escape End my pain by my own hand It flows
crooked economy
I"m in my on zone came from a broken home house full of hustlers addicted to the provolone harsh city crooked economy people hate so much they"ll try and snuff out the nominee by:CRIZZO CITY ent. for. Publishing write me back
Dissonance Finale
I wrote this poem like all others is to express my inner feelings and I went with it in a new way by expressing most of my feelings in musical terms.
My Own Prison
I wrote this a long time ago during a dark time in my life
sour heart
you use to love me but now you don't im so alone im so damn cold my heart flames for life but iv only ever felt death my soul feels pain slivers of ice become my only being you are an awsome girl but i lost you my heart is sour my life is through jus
blue sky fades
im sorrow im pain im sickness in vain through the lifeless soul im the rain im blackness maybe even insane today the blue sky fades and i go away
worlds cold
the worlds cold and so am i i fell to the ground my heart doesn't beat tonight its broken from all my dreams i am lost in the seams deaths poison in my lungs devils pain on my lips the worlds cold and so am i im running forever and forever against ti
In the shadow of the dark!
you never really know!
Sob of the Soul
Pain enters in silent stream Mocks the ghost of future dream Mind numbed from seeking why Into the bleak the seagulls cry Moon creeps beyond the night Hurting clenches, hard and tight Shadow tiptoes in steps of sorrow Mourns defeat of joy tomo
will always remember
will always remember the days we shared the times we had through good and bad will always remember the look you had when you were mad the look when you did bad will always remember the days you shook me when I didn't do something
in side the mind
Do i write the words of a mad man does love seek to steal my soul what can be saved what must be lost the world breaths down my back i grow tired of thought how does one rest a reeling mind warmth avoids me and happiness flees hatefulness has become
WHY?
All my family has gone..they are all deceased..My children will not talk to me or acknoledge me....I walk alone through time without a purpose anymore..I go through the motions of life without rhyme or reason....
Amelia in the garden.
No, I was not sitting in a garden in December! Changing the month was just appropriate.
I
I am cold I am hard Iam a bullet proof vest it all bounces off in public I could fire the shot I could pull the switch I could look you in the eyes and not shed a tear in public I can walk alone I can stand myself I can wander in soli
? dark
Sweet and low the melodious rhythm the rhyme without reason of sleep and breathing the rapid of the RIM vibration of the uvula the tantalizing dream illicit brought to fruition - no black and white thoughts duplicit How goes the marc
midnight radio
my pain with thump, thump, of a tire which melds with the rhyme of the road and reminds me once more of the emptiness of the night and my soul and the wailing song on this midnight radio.
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I have slept in the trees with Jane rung the bells for a gypsy's name I didn't give a damn and like kryptonite to superman was save by Lois and Marion in a forest was my saving grace as i walked away into the mystic et. al. empty space.
Oppression
One word can cause pain.
She calls her nightime ....day
Just some internal thoughts of another..if that makes sense...
No worth
a simple free write base on my feelings
one war at a time.
the poem is not about cruelty, just the worthlessness that has been shown throughout the years, the promises and agony, that have been said flawlessly to some countries are considered to be a moral settback for future times, could have been with manners, could have been cause of various options, the fact is, do we people really know why certain countries would attack each other, and more importantly, if the full truth of certain actions isn't showed completely, why should we bother in the first place, and have the question who is right or wrong?
~Haiku~ Eclipse
Fulcrum sun cast moon shadow Earth in brief atmosphered, silver light haze Orbit of three into one
king of darkness.
for some a weird fairytale, for other's a nice mythological poem. without causing harm to them who truly believe. I am a fan of history and mythology,religion and psychology. with this poem i try to give the question if the desolated one is a prince then who was the king of darkness, never the less it is a root line in this poem, I did not wan't to stir up anti-religious propagenda... but thanks for reading
~Haiku~ Take the rest of me
Inspired by Swan87's.......What do you want.
~Haiku~ Taken Flight
Prevailing and Trade Winds blow Ever engulfing above and below hemisphere split Amidst mercury now in reform ~Bentlee~
BALLISTIC MISSILE
BASIC NOT AS CREATIVE AS I IMAGINED.WANTED TO START OF SLOW AND END IN A BANG
THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE
My hate is real I hate what you did I hate what you did in me I hate you, you hear me, I hate you…. My hate is real My hate now has life, a life of its own It comes and goes My hate is real!
HIS PERFECT CUT
Your cut is deep like a knife You take deep cuts on the side Angling up toward the heart, your cut is deep Cutting away all ties, your cut is deep Cutting me was your thrill You cut so deep, it killed… You must be thrilled!
Shadows of Doubt
In the blink of an eye,you might suddenly feel That your world's been invaded by all things unreal. They slink up behind you, and don't make a sound, But there's nothing to fear... if you don't turn around. In the pit of your stomach there rest
My Dark Place
So many people battle with depression around us and some of them seems to be the most unlikely canditates for this disease
Azathoth
Azathoth was created by the Satanic Occultist Aleister Crowley. It is a beast that eats the souls of the lost ones that can not find their way.
~it's been said~
Cheers
Girl Crazy
She walks silently into your life, like a vision entering a dream. A goddess from Heaven is what you think, but it's not what it may seem. Her every move captures you, her voice a whispering haunt. You think she is your every need, your ever
LYCANTHROPE
I like werewolves as well.
Necro-Phobia
I like Walking Dead Movies. What can I say.
Witches On Trial
This Poem was my first poem dealing with historical facts.
The Mask
This poem is about the mask everyone wears witch hides their true self. I hope to meet someone who I can be my true self, take the mask off, I would like the person I meet to be able to do the same. it's all about honesty.
A View of Life - 1996
Hopes I once had are now drowned in the sea of my mind No joy is left only pain in the core of my heart Thoughts are now full of unknown deepest fear torn apart by my senses Doubtfulness just rules me now then I ask - where is the s
I Can't!
I can't remember how this story goes, I can't deciper between friends or foes, I can't believe in good and bad, I can't find the happy or sad, I can't see the love or hate, I can't arise, not early nor late, I can't follow, be part of the pack,