Voices
Power Struggle
released
Released from the pain, a relief for the heart, that has been torn apart, my reaction was sweet, i found my feet, to hold something special would be my final treat, to react from an obsession is to admit nothing but to be true for me not only you, iv
the end
this is for a suicidal friend of mine
AFTER I'M GONE
Others can relate...or not! TRUTH always!! Tweaked 1/28/18
fear
the lying began in fear taught to do what all living things do survive it could be said that each lie was a step toward the end but so is just living
older
creeping headache her cigarette her virtue blaze in your direction and further an eyebrow states it's much too late to reconcile hopes and habits gone like the smiling one went out to dream in a field but was lost among gravestones given
darkest night
As I lay in this darkened room my breath so still memories of your face burn though me like crystallised fire your memory fades and I scream with pain how much longer will Iie hear in this darkened room will your not take me now from my do
Shipwrecked
Illustrative of my penchant for sonnets.
Bottoms up
The idea around a temporary escape which a bottle can bring to the emotional state of mind...usually leaves some kind of regret.
Dedicated to a Hoarder
Hope it's a good day today
My first internet date!
I hope none of you ever experience what I did.
The Price of Obedience
Society says this is the way and so I play Over and over again always losing the game From the rules I just can’t or won’t stray In the end I find somewhere to lay the blame For the pain, the feelings of failure, the hole That opens even wider i
Pain is my friend
Song...
Enclosed pain
Six sides Closed in walls Gray barran Graffiti lurks cold to breath Lights flicker Senses void Hightened pain Ears closed Shouts of pain From others closed Senses hightened to the cold Investment breath heavy Damp one sits and dwel
It
This is it. That is all.
I wonder
do you think you could write your feelings in one line, do you think you could write your feeling at any time? did your heart break once? do you want to do it one time? Impossible not one,, not two,, not any line, I wonder,, I wonder, where it all we
Hiding from the truth
The possibility of normality is lost in diversity, lets start a row, I don't know how, we're humanoid , create a void?, live a life of stupidity?, lets kill and maim and hurt and be the same, let us see, can we go down in history, the worst that
Open!
I have an open mind, come what may, as long as you believe in what I say, My open mind never falters, I’m open , but, I have a defence, It’s a secret, that I cannot tell you, I’ll always agree, with what You say to me, and I’ll play the part, e
"STRONGER?"
About one's mental exhaustion ...
Is this a life or is this my death
Just circumstance
The Well Of Sadness
Wrote it about a year ago
darkness inside
just putting feelings on paper to get it out of my head.
curse of rage
I came from the sea I came from the sea Is that woman still there? Does she still wait for me? I took a life as a life tried to take mine from me so I left my ship to live inside the hollow of an oaken tree and rings gr
the man inside.
Madness slowly gathers me In its chilly embrace I watch from the corner of my eye Its sinister smirk Then I fall and fall into the depths Of its empty cold dead soul Contently I lay there Huddled in the corner Of its darkest walls Anticipa
The Court of Hades pt1
Many I subscribe will shy away from this subject, a long poem about s*xual abuse of young children, the opening lines the innocence before abuse and the introductory phase of abuse, to be carried forward in part 2. I make no apology for writing on this subject.
Beware It's coming! (Dark Poem)
Russia, USA, Britain & France, North Korea and other countries are selling arms, tanks, war planes Rockets and Nuclear bombs all over the world! How can this ever be a peaceful world!
Concentration Camps
Just got done watching a documentary on concentration camps.
The Gold Digger Artiste.
She's told herself often, that she was an artiste, but no one buys her paintings, and her art is the least. Yet she just won't give up, and persists with the dream, but the rent must be paid, and she hears the kids scream. Took a comely young boy fri
Flawed
How long will this last, Haunted by a tainted past. This tortured life I must live, Not much more I can give.
A COLD ISLAND
The Island was hot! Her blood was cold! Spaniard, French, and Afro-Indian blood iced through her veins Her eyes green as the waters; Her hair black as the night The merchants came on ships to discover her sight. To purchase her beauty; to witnes
A victim no more
A story from the past. Ask me and I will explain
The tears when an angel cries
Also angels cry
NO EXIT
A nightmare maybe
A Message to Humanity
This is my Idea what a message from God to humanity would be.
Drifting Away.
Gushing in with such a forceful rage, Wave, after wave of words, pulling me down, Into their deep And violent, Deafening sea, Breaking, and crashing Against me, Before I drown.
why
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A dream
About a person who was only thinking of herself .....................
My Heart is Torn
And this one was immediately after the whole fiasco with my Christian friend.....
Keyboard warrior
Keyboard warrior Sitting home Keyboard warrior With your army of troll's Tap tap tap you go Your vile spills out uncontrolled Your vile spills without a soul Keyboard warrior you hide away Your troll's help you have your
THE GREAT SILENCE OF EARTH
hOW PEOPLE TALK AND YET SAY NOTHING...HOW IGNORANCE AND EGOTISM 'ME.ME.ME' IS ALL-PERVASIVE ON OUR PLANET...AND HOW WE ARE DOOMED TO ETERNAL SILENCE IF WE DON'T BREAK THIS HELLISH 'SOUND OF SILENCE'
Dreaming
While the nation mourns for dead police officers who mourns for us? Could these senseless tragedies have been avoided?
BRICK WALL IN MY MOUTH
This poem is about when my uncle molested me as a seven years old girl in a wheelchair. It only end when I was ten years old, because he got married