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I have hope.....xxx
the silver crown
a mirror poem, of mankinds deepest conclusion. as been founded in many scriptures/mythologies and psychology. nothing serious really. thanks for reading
salt rain
my sorrow crawls across the floor
Regression
Clouds in my mind as my clock ticks backwards Too hurt to alter time and set myself free As the tick and the tock clangs all is further away, but the boy who appears as a man gets younger every hour I catch a glimpse in a nightmare of all the pai
breaking down
i wrote this today..
Undeserved and/or Undesired
Wishing to right a wrong you know nothing about Living a life filled with self doubt Knowing not for what you are punished each day Wondering if God hears when you pray Is like always walking with needles in you feet Making you afraid to trust
Great Storm of Helplessness
Ok sometimes my feelings are a little drama(tic).... :)
alone.
something i wrote today
morning
something of how i felt lol
Memory Flash
Sometimes you need to write because you need to write because you NEED to write
Hope is a Delusion
Was going through a pretty rough patch
Angel of Sin
I wrote this on my 18th birthday after my best friend and then bf ran off together.. tragic I know!!
ETERNAL advances ??because it is a Hero !...
I was inspired by the last prophetic book of Revelation of the Holy Bible
When Darkness Stood So Still
Reflecting on the time when my son was sent over to Afganistan.
forever
reality can hit hard.
Never Again (A Promise To Me)
Depression I know well
i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
read it and see the title it doesn't fit
what do you call a thousand lawyers chained at the bottom of the ocean? A GOOD START
Demons of Old
You demons on the shoulder sit And whisper all this evil All these lies that you tell And try to make us believe them You're too short, you're too fat So nobody will like you No brains at all, you're so dumb You'll never amount to anything
Dead Past
We can let the past haunt us or we can learn from our past mistakes and move on....our choice
all TOO soon I'll forget YOUR NAME
because i don't know what happened to her maybe some of you do but last i heard is we were working sort of together and it was working out...sister and brother...now i'm an only child again
THE EMPTY GARDEN
a very dark poem,inspired by this dark rainy day....and my thoughts about how my life has turned out up to this point....dark thoughts can be written on paper..its scary isnt it.
stop exchanges(belgian haiku)
a bloody sleepless night...
The Canvas Man
Stories of shadows have made my heart expectant of a life that revolves around an unimaginable, yet predictable fear. While controlled by a faceless pain so immanent, that death it's self will show a partiality to my life now wasted.. why have i en
I wouldnt if you didnt
Forgive me for the sadness And the bringing of you down I just needed a lover, I needed a friend and there you were. Running from forever like all the rest. These floods of you are unforgiving. Pushing passed me spilling through the banks, A
darkness
this poem is about depression and dealing with it head on.
Extreme flatline
I wrote this some time back when a friends wife was drifting in and out during an operation.
Prisoner of the Chill
Wanted to try something darker
Lussica
This a dark poem about a Jezebel
Your Highness
There have been so many monsters that you could pick dozens of names and it could be any one of them or maybe even all of them
A HEAD FULL OF WORDS
why do i have so many words in my head what purpose in my life do they have??
hush silence now
quiet now - HUSH, silence the flight hold it all in close your mind soften the destruction in your eyes pray that no one can see the lies stifle the yearning inside of me stop wishing that they will finally see HUSH - then the drowning begins
Are you real?
shadows play games
swing set
outside the children play ignorant of deeds today the laughter of their game puts the sweetest sound to shame the young wife cleans about the house whislt the cat plays with the mouse he gambols on a beam of sun mouse escapes, game is done
In Darkest Flame
In darkest flame, I've been reborn, In darkest flame, I hide the thorn, No one knows how long I seek, Or hears my voice per chance I speak. The road I walk, I walk alone, The cold wind chills me to the bone, But, then, I see her and call her
broken heart
my wife going with another woman
~black beady eyes~
cheers..............did Black beady eyes steal something? lol
The moth...
hello corner..been a minute...
the shadow man of fear
when i was little i never called him the boogie man. he was always the shadowed man.
The Lost Boy's Club (Billy Boyd)
Keep the secret
humanity lost!...
never knowing what we are, always attempting to go beyond a star, relying on our own thought, believing in our own beliefs, alone in our own myths, stories told that never uphold, reincarnation, heavenly gates, hells tormented in our own faith, a pos
Sitting in thought
When you have looked for love in all the wrong places you become numb when you don't feel worthy of the feeling.