Journey's End
We all have our own road to travel and the end is the same destination for all of us.
Life?
Close you're eyes and picture joy, imagine its forever, until the day you die, now place yourself in eden and hold it deep within, would it compare to everything you've seen and where you've been? our life experience and what we've seen a
that moment
something new
Held by fear
facing up to reality' refusing to live in deniel anymore...... it may hurt but when not to becomes too painfull, then one must.
ode to Cacao
a bit nutty while creamy smooth... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocoa_bean http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children_in_cocoa_production
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
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!
the fear inside me
story o f my anxitey of crossing the roads
These Voices
Pray you never hear these voices
Unborn's Lament
Many years ago a close friend was in this predicament...she swears that the child talked to her in her sleep...it was brewing in my mind for a while and I forgot it... when I met the lady in question recently I found out that the daughter she had almost lived her life the way she dreamed it...this poem is the result...I mean no offence to anyone.
Prelude to insanity
Within my dreams of tortured screams and memories of long ago I watched the act denied as fact and pursued her through the snow. And in this dream to me it seems as though im almost dead when Im ripped apart and fed my heart to awake upon
Thats MY rubbish dump
so much hunger???????????
A True Story
I started writing this quite a while back. It is a true story with names changed. I came across this when I had my counselling practice. I was working with the client for quite a while with little results. One day she came and told me about this man that approached her on the street corner and how she gave her heart to Jesus. She was a completely changed person and I saw her a few months later on the street on the arms of a gentleman. Finally finished the poem. It is in three parts by design.....thank you.... I should add that Uncle Lester has long since passed away.
Amy and her balloon
Peaces form life..............
Mission to Mars
What's on....
Searching
Just a thought about life, trying to get my creative juices flowing
Race
Eyes that blink and turn away. Warmth that caress the soul. Stars that twinkle captured by the water. Smell of storm traveling thru the distance. Waves that ripple on along. Rocking me back and forth to the seas song. Shore to far for one to
The power of the grave.
You lust and consume all your life. Your mind is racing all day, trying to block out, what lay before you. But you are truely afraid, of your true path. Your destiny has saddled you. Anxiety, doubts and fears are signs:- death awaits you.
BALLISTIC MISSILE
BASIC NOT AS CREATIVE AS I IMAGINED.WANTED TO START OF SLOW AND END IN A BANG
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!
Witches On Trial
This Poem was my first poem dealing with historical facts.
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
Oppression
One word can cause pain.
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death be thy name
death be thy name to harvest the darkness and the pain through sorrow and only for you i do it all in vain from the flames to a world that only ever rains death be thy name to harvest the darkness and the pain as far as sanity can reclaim death
Menage a Trois
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give me your fear.
when lights have gone out, and you lay in bed with doubt. there's always a hidden nightmare. making your skin shiffer. wonder what you would do with your life. looking forward, but don't find the guts to continue. you're scrared, but you can't m
so what i blogged it too
man there is really somewhere this is trying to go i think its character dialogue but im stuck -gaaaaaaaa!
the player
true story. experimenting with style. big Charles Bukowski fan!
sick of looking at you
you ever feel the dark edge of a knife i hate you for being you so perfect i hate you im sick of looking at you i hate you i hate you this is my poem to you suicide is the answer
down in the well
dark down here ... filed under dark poetry ;-)
A thought
I wrote a poem. It was of sensuality, It was of intimacy, Not of sexuality. It Was of passion and desires. It was of me, asking My lover, to give Up her passion so I may have my desire. A critic told me this, Which I was unaware. To
The Mask
If you haven't noticed by now, I am my own archrival. Or was, anyway.
How did we get here?
This is about an ex I had. That relationship was probably the worst I have ever and will ever have.
done with the hurt and the crying
loneliness and heart break my hour of darkness down at the lonely hearts club
I'M PERFECT
admit it....we have all felt like this at one time or another,i wrote this,while lying in bed...thinking...i want to meet someone PERFECT!
Let me be
My liver is stuffed. Point of no return.
So What
Frustrated at this Point
The Reaper
The reaper stands behind me As the blood drips from my wrist Now death is all I can see And I do not try to resist I am summoned to the dark side Rather than go into the light By the devil's rule I must abide For Satan's wrath is tight I sud
Flower
Dont remember when i wrote it and why.There was date on it :)
To be as she
It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain. Wolves vent their cry, the thirsting one wakens. Night shrouds her pale form, a timeless desire. Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full crimson lips par