This Place I Call Home
You think Hell is fire Where souls eternally burn Well Hell is here on Earth This place I call home
Unholy Night
I'm death and I am at your side, your very sick and I'm waiting for you to die, to take you to a place, but not of eternal rest. They're just about to strap you in and throw the switch, the lights will go dim and you will fry for your sins, is their
Life's Many Whys
Friday, 27 March 2009 - One of those days when life seems so confusing and you find more questions than answers to why things are the way they are.
Buchenwald concentration camp, visited 3rd Sept 91
I worked with my son for a period of time in East Germany, my son, jovial by nature, one would here his laughter long before one saw him, we on a rainy Sunday, visited Buchenwald, the ewperience left him mute for three days, alas we of my generation protected our children from the horrors of humanity, sadly the passing years have done little to eradicate the cruelity of war.
Too Late For Forgiveness
Time keeps ticking, moving on Onwards slowly marching Only now I know too late Love is broken, fleeing And hiding in dark of night There is no forgiveness Even when on bended knee Forgotten is but not forgiven Only then do we really see Runn
The Black Book
Full of Drama ! eh ?
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
stillness
im trapped in a stillframe. not just a home but a name. never moving just standing still. there's no touch how can i even feel. there's only darkness nothing is real. just me alone just standing still.
Quite comfortably numb
I must admit that when my life fell apart there were times when the idea of swimming to the bottom of a bottle held a certain appeal but something, whether you want to call it God, the Great Spiritual Being or whatever, stopped me just short of it. I don't judge those that do find solace at the bottom of a bottle, as a matter of fact I can understand and deeply feel their pain and suffering.
Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company, but poor company it is.
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....
world at its end
if you only feel the pain of being alone thats my pain
I'M FINE THANK YOU
There is nothing the matter with me. I’m as healthy as I can be. I have arthritis in both my knees And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze. My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in. Arch supports I have f
Eclipse of the Warrior
to all who care and have the warrior within them. with such a beautiful down cushion of love and sincerity
cant not feel the pain
the pain it permeates. it radiates and grows taking over all of me, within and without. it seems inherent- i liken it to having breath. it is part of the mechanism and cannot be re-routed. my every moment waking or slumber its there whe
Empty Houses
I wrote this because I was bored.
If You only Knew
The thought of suicide can seem so intriguing when Pain is the only truth ever known. What I wouldn't do to be FREE, to change this reality. With two failed attempts myself- my thoughts have evolved from "A second chance at death" to "one more at life" for now...it remains "one more at life"
Darkness
Written during a very dark time in my life.
Vultures
vultures are all around us
Earth's Kitchen/ Lightworker lament
Sore throats, viruses, coughs, colds and spluttering grief, unhappiness, all kinds of suffering traffic jams, supermarkets and leaks to the guttering obesity, drug dealers and and everyday ills motorbikes, prams and too many bills talk shows, fo
~Gunpowder an Glory~
it used to be so quiet around here an the past couple of months it's been crazy with murders. Remembering the fallen.
if i
if i didnt laugh id cry
BECAUSE OF YOU!
it is a private matter, but if you read this, and know anyone in this situation, do something. get them help.
Secret secret secret!!!
Sedret secret secret!
Unspoken
I am the voice unspoken, The song without words, I am music without notes. I am faceless, featureless… “Bleed me dry” I whisper to dry hearts, “Take my life” I taunt with my eyes. “Take it all” You know the truth of it… ”Kill me her
Confession
I wrote this in order to help reveal to my mom about my vile obsession towards my unhealthy coping mechanism due to the abuse I endured as a child.
untitled (still cant think of a title)
a personal poem
The End
Strange thoughts, foreign to a mind, tis not the way, not any day, but, search in vain, release the pain, no other way to find, No truth, no lies, just close your eyes, it's gone, sorrow dies, and who would care?, not they, but gather round
Feeling in the Mood
Do not stuff anger for long periods of time. Mental note to self.
I'm A Ghost
I'm a ghost, you walk right through me. I wish I could feel you, that brief second we are one. Or know what you are thinking. When your mind, passes through mine. And what you are seeing, when our eyes are inline Is it me? Couldn't be,
Pestilence
Pretty long-winded. I wrote a story about this concept, and this is something of a recap on the general premise. The idea, originally, was of all these destroyed buildings, reminiscent of bombed warzones, which would rise our of the ground, half demolished, but larger than ever, seeping oil and tar, smoking as if on fire, unexplained, across the land, destroying whole landscapes and cities. The idea, of course, was some kind of supernatural justice against the world's inability to solve problems- Taking the form of the exact imagery war has caused, and yet somehow worse, darker, more abysmal, and inescapable as it consumed country, city, nations whole, slowly, slowly. This is somewhat of a constraint, as I've forced the writing into a kind of wave- Ideas expressed must be shorter, shorter, shorter, longer, longer, longer, switch, switch back, in form. 'Wave' form, if you will! lol
If You Were My Angel
Women should be able to identify with this poem easily. I worked with a man who based all of his hideous behavior on the fact that the woman of his choosing wanted nothing to do with him. I wrote the poem as if I was speaking from his perspective, but the man was in every way repulsive, I'm very glad that I am not him!
Ankara
Dream poem
Larkspur
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!The Crippled Wise Old Man Said.....
Hi People, just a tongue in cheek tale ....food in pictures never look like that in a carton box do they...
Writers were meant to be lonely
I wrote it at the pub.
Real and fake
hope those fake ones don't bother me again and again...
Sweet Orchid sp. Genus unknown
http://www.amazilia.net/images/Plants/Orchids/Orchid_sp6_Ecuador.htm Just a feeling deep down
Law man
Got me by the balls man, they say I'm bang to rights, I'm entitled to a law man, but moneys way too tight throw me to the dogs man, though I done nothing wrong, hounded by the cops now, Now I'm standing strong charged without convic
This, My Disease
its about being bipolar and the feeling of entrapment by it.
Some Questions!
Who am I?, who are you?, whats the truth whats really true?, do we know ourlselves?, are we goblins,,are we elves?,,, are we real? why do we feel?, why do we act the way we act?, is it life?,, just a matter of fact? confusion reigns, mind pain
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