His Main Problem
Masterpieces went walkies between his head and the page
THE SIDE EFFECT OF SOBERNESS
I'm not in the habit of drinking when sober But even old habits can be sometimes be broken I don't stain my thought with filthiness, I'm usually not sleepless when I am asleep I don't wright about difficult early mornings, because I have go
It matters little if a flower falls.
It matters little if a flower falls. The soft petals leave the love behind though this shows God is divine Oh little flower where does your beauty hide now that your petals have gone and hide What shall you do with your love that no doves c
Walk
I walk to relieve the pain,........... I walk to be found I walk to clear my head,............. and I walk to be profound I walk to find myself, I walk to find help I walk to find the innocence I once had,......I walk to find my lost soul I w
HALLOWEEN
Its coming up for that time of year, beware trick or treaters
RIDDLED
A DEEP MOOD.
Deceive
Have you ever walked outside, and claimed the world was yours? Then you find out it's a lie when you walk back through those doors. Now when you look into my eyes, do you cover yours in fear, 'cause you're afraid to realize that the time is dr
A Divided Line
Her cutting remarks made their mark While the winding road drew nearer Her eyes were now slit and of envy, As he halted to a stop. His love for her was now on edge As she continued her deepest feelings Never was he so concerned To see
As I resume the silent walk
I wrote this while I was pacing around a courtyard at uni. I was feeling very isolated and lonely and my thought were all depressing. It was like something had taken a-hold of my thoughts and turned then into stagnant, black bile. Not surprisingly once I'd written this it was almost like I'd banished something. I tend to use poetry like that. The act of writing and focusing on my thoughts and words seems to create a level of reality to them. Taking them beyond myself and to a place I can look at them as if they're not mine. Does anyone else also get the "itch" for poetry? I always feel like lightening is shooting up my spine and ants are crawling under my skin until I get the words on paper. The worst part is when you've wanted to say something and suddenly the inspiration is gone and you feel hollow. I once heard it described as like seeing a storm on the horizon and having to sprint to get some paper and write it all down before the storm passes. Love to hear you comments either on the poem or my questions here. I have some other poems if anyone is interested in hearing them? Ralph
Bare-foot she glow.
Just a relaxing word,cant say
A Thought, Still..!
This is my early morning thought,, Hope you enjoy, Its early morning and we all say whats there, I read lots of the members writting, a community for all,,..1111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!Thank-you
Sewn Love
i know, i know....this poem is demented in its own way
shadow creek
this needs a little work but its about the fact that no matter what has happened to you in your life good or bad its makes us who we are at this very moment and for me though im not the person i used to be i am thankful and don't try to forget or hide my life from myself or anyone else.
Defeat the Reaper
Strolling through the past wondering how I'm here, I alway's seem to last When death is wandering near, Trying not to notice how close I brush with death, Surely knowing I get close sometimes for I smell the reapers breath, Fight with all I h
A Vampires Want
I love vampires.....
C0NFESSI0NS 0F A CUTTER
about this person who just cant seem to stop cutting depressed person
Dark
so many houses like this one around us
Spirits of the Pharaohs
Trumps and turnips Turned earth turning the meek Have you found the happiness you seek? Did you see the chaos wrought? Great distance or a narrows, Life and love, spirits of the pharaohs, Lover’s lane, or faraway plain, The irony, its all a g
You tell me
its about a cheating girl i had the misfortune to have feelings for
To Lye In A Grave
I wrote this poem during the time where all that was on my mind was when would i die, when would it all end and how. But there's more to life than death
Dead found love
I saw you with the devil inside Running away with your skeliton bride Where were you when her mother cried on her knees I wanted to feel and you know that I tried But I got caught with a counerfeit bribe You always told the truth as you lied to
They will see
This poem is my outlook toward the people who have misjudged me or even judged me at all. I believe people should be able to live their lives without having to worry about who is spreading rumors, and what is being said about them. The world now-a-days is just so cruel and people deserve the right to live their lives without stress produced by others.
Strange Dreams Better off Forgotten
Beauty in the flames Burning to chills Breathlessness in the wind with pain with pleasure Ashes to paper Blown away like dust Demon- Addiction- Affection Feeling of unwantedness Only for the divity of others necessities Swelling an
A evening tremor..!
On the same thought as my previos poem,thanks to all you fine people..!
untitiled
Drunk on freshly fallen dew Main coarse at the bar-b-que It's not my hypocratic oath So I'm not the one to quote Change the way you change Erase and retrace my face I smoked a crusty roach And found a new approach Taste the way I feel Y
The Darkest Poem ever written - Violin Play
This poem is not entirely 100% mine. This was "inspired" by many sources. Folklore, Religion, love, death, and of course other people and wrapped up with my own experience. So there's no exact artist, but I should get atleast a little credit on putting all of it together in a more presentable format. I am sure this poem will undoubtedly play the strings of your own heart.
Tortured in memory
past exiriences..(and repressed memory of childhood abuse)
Smile
i can take the pain i can take the pain i can take the pain of living it again i can take my mind through the dark and tell i can kill my soul for all the times i fell i can take my blood and use for my tears leaving childhood as the m
Katrina
I thought I was a good poet but then again not. I tried my best to connect but had a proficiently in failing more than want. So here I am slumming in the street of New Orleans. Maybe you have met me. Maybe not. No worry, I treasure yester
The Almond Tree.
This is a rather dark piece of verse...the world was becoming evermore nihilistic and decadent or so I imagined in my own perceptions. I used the symbol of an almond tree because it is one of the first trees to flower in the spring and is thus the symbol of re-birth. At first the tree wrestles with fall and winter beneath the watchful eye of the moon...as we are in darkness and decadence...however, eventually all things whether good or evil will come to an end...eventually the sun will rise and even death is cyclical and can be defeated. Only to return to decadence and sh*t. Basically we create our own wasteland...and will continue to do so. But that was only a momentary thought and inspired only these ridiculous verses.
Rising Moon
My mood is dark, I’m full of gloom, just like the night, before new moon. Pitch, black darkness, with shards of light, not much joy, but lots of fright. I feel bitter and twisted, like I won’t be missed, if I were to leave, there won’t
Red and Black
I'm the writer of this poem. I was feeling lost and angry when I wrote it.
Twisted Alliance
You enjoy torture and inflicting pain.You make it look like im going insane.Some how you manage to remain out of sight.You hide yourself well. Sometimes you can be creepier than anything that could come out from Hell. You give me an evil laugh and a
Keep Me
I was going through a rough period of my life when my best friend and my boyfriend ran off together..
Feathers
The hand will fall upon his head, moving him right to left, his voice will fall to deaf ears, His emotions slowly are dead. Singing his lullaby will lull his wall, climb the bobbed wire peak, he still will call but not to you, though he will
beuitifull solitude dude
you are now condescending down down to the ground in an oarnge colorfree cart and the rest has all been swept away as you wake in the dawn of a worryfree day and the clouds compliment you for a defeat well fought freedom to compose have you not forgo
THE LIVING DEAD
BEWARE!!! I WRITE SOME VERY DARK POETRY,I CAN'T COMMENT HERE.
I'm so special
you will never find that perfect mate,they don't exsist...so i wrote this poem for people who think,they do exsist,some get self absorbed into themselves,for those...read this.
A Cryptic Night
so spoke the wanderer - mindfull of hardships and of cruel slaughters each dawn - i rise alone - mired in ancient sorrows wretched and deprived of my native land i have my mind bound with fetter for many years i lay hidden in the concealment of
oh! she's so nice!
not much to say...just how i feel at this time,happiness,true love..yeah!..right!
Radio Frequencies
(with which and withal) Think I can't see your margin notes be advised I do They wrest with nearly every line Also - too; know the FeeeeL.. The -i -n -g of being just a few Mhz short of fully tuning in We know it's not speak
YOU PLAY YOU PAY!
a dark poem that you girls will like,just don't do this to me! i'm just the messenger,i wrote this from a dream,that a girl told me about.very dark....but to the point!!