An End To It
The curse of conscience, the dread of feeling, They rip and tear at my very being, And pain and hurt I can't avoid, I can't escape, nowhere to hide, Oh if one fatal thrust could end it now, To say goodbye, farewell and bow, But it can
trapt under skin
your the only one that can save me now
roll monster roll
its actually the first part of a song for me band...i keep changing the other two verses so i didn't add em
halls of death
Spouting seed comes to life within the ruined hall of death, the falling rocks and bits of gravel heaped together within its boundary. The seed steadily grows within these halls of death, but can shed a whole new life to a place that was
silent resistance.
this poem is about many foundations within human society. some shunned for provocative reasons in what the past showed us. many people tend to listen to history and modern sceptics added there unto. as my philosophy states clearly, history repeats itself. what may have been right back in the old days is disregarded now a days, while some modern politics grab their knowledge from books which are forbidden to buy at stores. every human part of society makes a whole, even with the words on the freedom of speech. it is quite logical that if you lead an interview with racists, they will say something bad about them who they oppress. just as the communist who gets a question about democracy. who are we trying to fool? some people take heed in what they believe is right or wrong!
OKAY LADY, HERE'S A POEM WRITTEN IN LOWER CASE
DDOES ANYONE REMEMBER COLUMBINE ET. AL?
~Epilogue~....Solipsistic
Growing out of the know it all stage into maturity.
Pieces
Inside my sleeve, I pull out my heart, handing it to you, "careful it's fragile, and easily falls apart." Extending your arms, you take the heart in your tender warm hands. It falls into a million shattered pieces - on the floor it lands.
in side the mind
Do i write the words of a mad man does love seek to steal my soul what can be saved what must be lost the world breaths down my back i grow tired of thought how does one rest a reeling mind warmth avoids me and happiness flees hatefulness has become
Some one
Its just another sad poem
My Own Prison
I wrote this a long time ago during a dark time in my life
worlds cold
the worlds cold and so am i i fell to the ground my heart doesn't beat tonight its broken from all my dreams i am lost in the seams deaths poison in my lungs devils pain on my lips the worlds cold and so am i im running forever and forever against ti
Clarification to My Poetry-Readers
And of me say the fools: I entered the lodges of women And never left. And they call for my hanging, Because about the matters of my beloved I, poetry, compose. I never traded Like others In Hashish. I nev
new ghost
two strangers out of control live life as they only know if i could fly to the moon and give her everything in this world but im bleeding and so blind to see love is gone for all time take me away take my hands to prey as i stand along the living
seven years
a million diamonds on a road to hell but god its all so danm real waking up under the bridge of life to damn lost and out of the fire out of dreams and burning through the cracks going way to far to find my way back im in this hell and your to
~Haiku~ Take the rest of me
Inspired by Swan87's.......What do you want.
one war at a time.
the poem is not about cruelty, just the worthlessness that has been shown throughout the years, the promises and agony, that have been said flawlessly to some countries are considered to be a moral settback for future times, could have been with manners, could have been cause of various options, the fact is, do we people really know why certain countries would attack each other, and more importantly, if the full truth of certain actions isn't showed completely, why should we bother in the first place, and have the question who is right or wrong?
No worth
a simple free write base on my feelings
The Breakfast Special
Another poem I grew up with going through homeschool in high school. Kinda helps me see the world the way it really is. No rose colored glasses, no happy endings the way they show in the movies, we all live in reality and not everyone is thankful for other people or things. Even if they hide it in silence. But even in all the pain, there is still some sort of resemblance of a peace.
Angry phrases
I hate you, hate is nothing new. I will destroy you, what does that mean if true? I will get you, what if i will not have you? I will kill you, death that one never knew. I will bury you, someone will bury you too. Hate, destroy, get, kill and bury
help her make it
New years eve walking the streets all around celebrations new years eve she is lost among them what will she do will she make the morning new years eve catch her sleeve catch a woman thats lonely new years day help her make it and s
take for granted
take for granted all my love kick me in the face when im down hate me always my friend this life wasn't for me my friend take for granted all of me kill me now burn with gasoline take from me all you will just please in your memories lets just live
cut me open
just tear me apart take out my heart im losing my mind seeking you but what do i find shadows on wall blue lights shining from afar cut me open tear out my heart read it if you will my sorrow is my will my heart will be in your hands to late no more
exorChrism.
sorry folks, this happened to me this day, when having a very serious more pathetic loony street preacher, and I told him this poem. ok shortly after that I had to run away. cause obviously he had a message from above to kill me. greetz Phil
Whats the point?
A time in life you sit unfullfilled unnoticed in a way you want to question yourself should you be here. What the point and have you really ran out of options.
pleasant dreams and white lines
she gathered her thoughts in a dream just for now only good things untill she awakens to find her kill on the table next to her bed a thin white line so she grabs a needle shakes her oh god the feeling of dynamite in her arm no thoughts no dreams jus
Close your eyes part 1(?)
I emptied my life into your heart But you can't distinguish between love and fear And as you make love to yourself I barely survived on my falling tears I emptied my soul to give you room inside Betrayed my beliefs and sought faith in above I
swimming in shadows
bitter pill of dreams a time buried in space lifeless worlds heartless cries i hope you bury me deep in the trees do not look at me im not human anymore you cut me now im six feet swimming in shadows dying every day will i ever see another tomorrow d
dope DIDN'T kill ME but BEING a DOPE almost DID
THIS IS THE REASON I CANNOT RETURN TO MY BELOVED NEW YORK CITY
the girl who..
i wrote this about how i feel..
woRLd BorE One
it about all the things i know for sure which are all the things i'm not sure about
deadly and alone
its a work in progress but the only one I have, Since I just started writing after like 16 years
Biographical Society
Kant34 downloading a mind......
Deadly Despair
When your life gets turned upside down sometimes the dark creeps in and takes over
Don't we learn
One night I heard the cry
Forever Enigmatic
I leave it for the reader to discover
The Building
What glorious monuments we build to our folly
Left to Die
Trying something different
~a-Gain?~
how real does it have to get before society finally starts to see...................
A PAIN CLOUD ON HORROR'S HORIZON
i do not feel like doing so right at this moment
Torment
Torment In shallow waters, fighting to catch my breath, drowning in pain and sorrow, reaching for the surface that's out of grasp. Shadows are all that remain, in the darkness of all this pain, I can't perceive the dream, and it mak
Stress
Attempt @ using more imagery in my poems. There is not as much flow to it though.