high noon two
Jessee two gun james leggs it out Of odettes saloon Want ed for murder his he He steals a horse tied to the post off he ride at speed Kicking his spares in deep His horse blood riden Exhusted hard riden The town folk gatherd b
weir and teir
From knife to wrist, rope to neck, and blood to floor. The girl who has never ben herd now is dead and everyone now cares. They say what they would do if they "knew." But they did know, they all knew the pain they put her threw they just don't care.
in the rain....
its pretty deep and it saddens me.. i literally just wrote it...
My Living Nightmare
I don't mean to scare anyone with this poem. It is simply a look into what happens when someone is suicidal. I tried to paint a picture of an actual event. This happened to me ten years ago. What I wrote doesn't brake the rules. I've read them before I posted this poem. It say nothing about not posting about suicide.
I finally woke up
I finally woke up after I almost broke up Like a car racing down the track, To many mirrors and always looking back Picking up speed, warning signs I didn’t heed Then crash, bang, brakes, oh God, oh damn Twisted remains with birds picking at t
Silence
Silence, utter silence, like none before I can hear my heart beating, thumping Cutting through this unholy silence Can even hear my rapid breathing But what, where, my eyes are wide open There is only blackness, not the slightest glimmer I tr
Fear
Going through a dark side of my life afraid of whats ahead
The Mysterious Crystal Ball
This piece of poetry is more a narrative of history, 2nd last poem I wrote of my original collection in the 2000s
Lonely Reaper
What a sad and lonely existence I wish Death would come for me Yet I know this is not possible For I am Death, the releaser of souls I watch human kind and envy them Their passion and joyfulness Their love and zest for life And yes, even the
sound of silence
Just skipping in and out of here, just to share an early poetry write of the morning.
Thick-hearted
Verse one of my Thick-hearted piece.
the invitation
I got an invitation to a party one night, it said come join us everything's will be alright. I looked at the venue to where it was on, I thought I might go it might be fun. When I read what it said it took me by surprise, it said come to the graveyar
Let them
Facets of a once copious mind reeling Although un-defined, thoughts distorted A soul twisted by unsurity a plea to let go My pysche to the wolves, snarling Undecided, but you just can't let go Let them feed Let them grow I
Letter to the world 2
Come on now media do you really expect me to believe, That everything you say is truth while the rest I should leave. Excuse me but we do have troubles beyond gun control, Like dealing with social issues as we try to better our soul. Looks are sk
Something More To Mend
Something more the dream never ends Something more and allways only more to mend Hope never leaves but sometimes it grieves and pretends Love never dies But sometimes it wears a disguise and then There is something more to mend Something m
The Domino Effect
The dominoes are falling As the rain is pouring down The engines of our minds are stalling And everything we know is about to be burned to the ground The puzzle is coming together All the pieces fall into place The prophets are saying forever
All different but the same.
This is a poem about the many facades of people.
Missing
The night sky turns black, no light can break through its knitted so tight there’s a mist flouting on the wind it’s surrounding, caging me in it’s in my lungs, my body I’m covered Boxed in by thoughts that are my own, Lost con
A walk in Dante’s hand
This describes how it feels for someone with chronic depression. From my end, my depression feels like a physical entity which I have been fighting against since I was 12. It is a fight I am alone in, and one I have nearly lost several times. I have nearly 100 poems which I have managed to type after writing, and this is my personal favourite
~~~~~ FRIENDSHIP~~~~~
Friends of all kinds just stopping by for a short write and to say I miss my P. Corner~~~~
Another night.
Beautiful sun rises above a night with dreams of disaster. I bound myself in hardship where nothing prevails.Each day seemed never to be any better than last. I look to the sky and I feel alive the sun has saved me from the darkness of night,tha
9Zero, 3Two5Four, 6Nine is 1Seven!
What do you take from this? You tell me what this write is about to you!
Depression
I saw these words quoted by a certain celebrity and felt a similar feeling towards how they felt and decided to pen this small poem of how one may feel in depression. If you know someone who`s depressed please resolve never to ask them why? Depression isn't` a straightforward response to a bad situation, depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness and loneliness they`re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It`s hard to be a friend to someone who`s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest and best things you will ever do. - Stephen Fry Depression is a flaw in chemistry, not character.
Despair
Life is nothing but a dreamers paradise, we all strive to obtain an existence in parity, too much poverty, too much avarice, our minds full of fears, hard to get clarity, We plan our future with some sort of aim, sometimes things go the right
Dope
It's the rollercoaster ride That makes us run and hide Putting what matters most aside Left for anyone to find To do or say that's ever kind
Shadow of Humanity
a poem about past and current problems of humanity's "wild nature" pre se. I'm strongly curious about our nature of the human mind. We rarely understand ourselves, yet we try saving a world when we cannot save ourselves...
Awaiting
I can hear my beating heart In my ears so deafening Racing, pounding, like a wild beast Today must be the day of reckoning The day had started, like any other Into the depths of earth descending We were here to dig for diamonds No idea that
"out"
Unkept promises, all yours my memory keeps count. but my heart don't care about šum or the amount. Each time you say "I promise" it receives your empty words without doubt Naive be this heart but the mind has figured you out!
A Bout With Depression!
One of those moods that precedes a full moon...
days of color
Its rare to have a day of blue Sunshine hot summers day Cloudless sunny skies Radiant heat My days mostly cloudy dull And rain Some time cold maybe ice and snow Very rare fog Snow storms and gale force wind and rain Most days I see re
dead or alive
Buried in the sand Unknown that you are there Hidden from view Not a ripple or mound of dirt To tell if you are there No trace that you have been put there No sound no vibration No magnetic attraction On the streets of afganistan
~~~~~~~ EARTH~~~~~~~
Just for a fun write
You Don’t Know
Behind this face, a fractured life Of bits and pieces colliding Not one makes sense on it’s own Put together they create an illusion A piece scattered here and there There’s a chance you might identify Only because it has touched your life I
Without You
Not always things are what they first seem
Quija aboard
its a revised version i did back then
If only you knew...
She dances in the ring of fire Of hidden lust jealousy and want Like a fallen angel trapped in the shadow Of what you expect yearn for and desire Forever trapped in ever burning flames Love she craves in her endless dance Her beauty was
The Edge
I’ve been to the edge, and I stared straight down, A large empty void, no escape, no sound, Whispers from ghosts of days gone past, Years ticking away, life moving on way to fast, Reflecting on the person I was long ago, Seeds of the future that
sunk
Made in belfast Set sail on the open tide New york destination Fastest speed Ice blast seas Ice bergs ahead no slow speed Crash of wave Thunder roar of engines Ice warnings no slow speed Ice berg ahead Warning ignored Crash ba
Life and Age
In as many months will be attending yet another funeral of a relative you know you own time is closing when you see those around you disappearing those who you liked, disliked, hated or loved, it is but a process sadly.
Dark or Light
When I wrote this poem I was feeling very confused with myself
A cry
A Cry A cry of any living thing Is so hard to bear. To save a life, that's all it takes, You feel a glow that was not there. A baby needing a warm touch, A dog fighting to stay alive. An animal running from being hunted, An accident in sig
I have a dream
This poem was a real dream