Love That’s Lost In Time
This is entirely an abstract form of poetry that tries to define something that’s more imaginary than real.
Don't Send Me There
I had over an hour conversation with my mom on the possibility of her going into a nursing home. The song at the beginning of my poem is Devil Inside.
God
Questions that run through my head sometimes...
Humanity, we're losing it (for UKRAINE)
War is brutal and vicious. If only man can learn to resolve conflicts without resorting to this game
A Time To Weep Away
This poem is deeply reflective of life and death and sorrow. Something we all must face and move around.
A thousand islands in the sea
A thousand islands in the sea I am an island, all on my own, Eroded by the oceans foam, God’s heaven temporarily on loan, Like a grazing sheep, free to roam. A thousand islands in the sea, A plethora of souls isolated like me, I am a chron
SILENT VOICES for yankee,s challenge
A poem written 2013 and nothing changes so i brought it back
A Night in Newtown (circa 1987)
* Excluding the Lesbian, and Gay, pubs. ** It was, at this time, now quite expensive - and gentrified. *** Old male alcoholics, on "skid row" drinking "metho" (methylated spirits). **** A pub. ***** A measure of beer, (425 mL). ***** Somebody put something in my drink! (in a previous pub, I think it was that c*nt Steve!). ^ My friend at the time, and about my age. ^^ Alexandria, Inner Sydney industrial suburb - now covered in home units (apartments). ^^^ As Shakespeare said. (Erskineville, and St Peter's are also inner Sydney suburbs). The Rose of Australia ............. a pub
tales of the everyday
For John Prine
Rainbow's in a waterfall.
Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking. Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams. But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
forgive me
Just a short poem. Wrote it after my brother shot and killed my father. Please dont judge me.
Do We Care?
Sometimes you have to shout out your defiance
UNKNOWN YOU
Reality, not a place you frequent. Your life, lived , in a world, tangled by the webs of lies you weave. Self gratification, your only goal. Poison, courses through your veins, keeping, a cold, evil, hard heart, beating, If you were to bl
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
The Long Forgotten Ones
Walking barefoot on this thistle ground, as the soul has long gone beyond, where no human should have gone, giving up, its spirit to its pawn. As colour mean nothing to rain, because all gets washed away, leaving behind a bloody stain, but h
Pain
a book im going to try to start.
"Ghost of Society"
This poem is about the relation of how my mind works and how i cant stop it. Also it explains how i see the world how i joined a gang at a very young age and now im too deep in to change anything on top of my mental health that always holds me back as well.
Subtle!...
Everywhere I walk I find the ones that cannot talk, Are we here to be silent, Am I the one left out trying to say, That one day this could end, It's not my choice to know, It's not my choice to let it show, How come nothing in life is free, Do
I Await
I have looked, and looked quite deeply I am empty, there is nothing inside me Yet out there, somewhere, I can hear it It is like a voice in the air shouting at me Shouting, like a whisper, a demented croak But no matter how hard I look, I see na
Beauty and The Brute
C.P.T.S.D. not many can understand and believe what so many of us out there went through and it takes a very special person to open up their heart to them and let them in. Not many are strong enough to bare the truth.
his uncle's favorite band is disturbed
who wrote this song?
THE POSSIBLE------------>
It is okay to dream
Blackness
Ugly nightmare...
To Pain.....
I open my deep blue..... Night is here, dancing shadows sneaks through the room, some scare, some run over the wall and hit back again..... I turn on the radio, music put out the silence and goes in takt with my heartbeat, slow, vibrant, it can
Warlike Menace
Contrasting the predatory nature of mankind with survival.
-----------------------Brightness---------------->
Do not be afraid of the dark side you are never alone.
Untitled
Madness comes in many forms The blinding pharoah sings A mask to hide the dour stare That only sorrow brings Take me to your dying queen The one you left behind To search for what you wish to seek But never seem to find A love
Second Thoughts
Sometimes a second thought before proceeding is a good idea.....My grandfather always reminded me to think before I opened my mouth, actions deserve an extra thoughts sometimes, too.
Power Cut.
No E.S.B. or electric power.
Me
I'm hiding in this cage I've built from all my rage Hide from all my shame No other there is to blame I lie because of hurt Making me feel like dirt Wanting so much to feel good But never feeling it like I should Easier said then done
Camp Fire Tales
Sitting round the camp fire the men told each other tales as the night went on each one became more elaborate by turn Tales of whoppers that got away a few night time bed stories of this and that very lush ladies they swopped some hunting st
shadow man
In the shadows The dark pavement The quiet unlite Dark lane The alley ways He waits Hidden from preying eyes He scurries about No form just dark shadows he sides with you following you about Stay in the light he won't follow you th
halloween
On the bridge the headless Horseman sits Comtemplating his future Doing his job to scare human beings His day began as normal To scare the town folk Of wooky hollow When up pops his boss To say he was not scary enough Your sacked
Poltergeist
Just started watching the movie Poltergeist. Heather O'Rourke who played Carol Ann Freeling died in 1988 at the age of 12 from a misdiagnosed intestinal stenosis. I have seen the other two movies and you can really see her face puffed out from her illness in Poltergeist III. The closest I have ever come in contact with a ghost was at a farm house my sister rented back in 1980. She moved because she felt watched by the ghost of the old man who died in that house.
Tears Of My Sorrow
Thought I would try something different
Carrie
It would be nice if the story of Carrie were just a fantasy restricted to books and movies, but sadly many kids face the daily trama of mean bullies at school, unfortunately some use guns instead of kinetic powers to exact their revenge. A remake of Carrie is coming out in October with the girl from Kickass and Kickass 2 which was my favorite movie so far this year.
Blank Canvas
The canvas was stark white No marks of life yet added Possibilities Innocence Purity Through loving strokes came color Blue streaks of light Happiness Serenity Joy Next came contrasts of hue Adding variety for all to see Imagination
worms
random fragments of crazy ideas.
hidden
When times are bad Wish I could dissapear Vanish into thin air Put on my invisable cream Spread it all over and watch me dissapear Into the mirror I would climb look out onto the world And hide Look out on the turbulant world full of wa
debt
The fear that debt could cause on your life
Eternal Darkness....
A tempest of misery... I know so well. That frozen forest... It's been my hell. The veil is thin... The ghosts await. I can't resist... This awful fate.... Broken glass, The blood runs fast, My God what have I done? The pain won't end,
SPECIAL ...ME?
Phantom as I might beyond my wildest dreams, Or ponder behind the mystery of my escape , From countless villainous hands of death, Which brings me back to question myself. Am I special or just extremely lucky? Numerous encounters with the enem