From my mentor
But, it is what it is
Darkness Falls
Tears roll down my cheeks tonight The soil beneath my feet in blight Is it because I stand upon this earth, to spread my poison on? The darkness inside Spreading outwards to destroy Noone to protect you Or hear you cry All alone you'll be
Pinhead
I was watching Hellraiser III today. In this one Pinhead is given the ability to torture the innocent as well as those who unwisely open the box.
Ed Gein
We've had two famous killers from Wisconsin, Ed Gein and Jeffrey Dahmer.
Void
There is a darkness, that surronds this house, No one can sleep The knife is driven deep. Betrayed by the one I sought to Destroy. London is calling me.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock time slips by as you sleep and when you awake love has gone the sparkle in eyes slowly faded away and hair turned grey where have the years gone where is our youth our dreams our desires turned to dust blown away i
Hate
Past
~Eye in the sky~
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last clash of the titan
dont foook with me
The Poisoned Chalice - To be read aloud
This is a poem about something that is equally a curse and a gift and should be read aloud. When I read it to myself I still shiver on the last word.
Caffeine and nicotine...
An insomniac moment of truth.
Dreams
The sky is amazing to my eye's with colors I have never seen, as if I was in a dream. This band of people run by my window singing songs of love and desperation, they are all dressed in white with smiles on their face's, this has to be a dream. A pa
inter Connectedness.
for the fact that people dream, they are sometimes hold back by reflections of nightmares. and I think this poem shows how to deal with it in knowing your own feelings even in a sub-conscious state of mind body and soul.
ILLICIT ILLNESS
IT IS A POEM
PEOPLE SEEM TO BE MISTAKING ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE
this is a poem
SO - SIGH A TEA
THIS IS A POEM
~~~~~~Another thing to read down the road~~~~~~~~
JUST SOMETHING TO GET YOU TO READ OR MAYBE GET YOU TO WRITE ANOTHER AS WE ...ARE IN POET CORNER
Wrapped In Morbidity
Have to keep my hand in writing black poetry once in a while
WHERE ARE THE WORDS
Well I just had the blank moments and a lot on the mind at the same time...
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
The Lost Boy’s Club (Found)
I am only telling you so keep this a secret
Home
BEST GUESS - STREAM OF CONSIOUSNESS POETRY. THANKS FOR READING.
If I could only fly solo..........
Sometimes it is okay to have a broken heart if the broken wing will still fly.....Have you ever felt like a bird....????
Darkest Darkness
You tell me what it means.
Sweet YAY! Of every part to 10 xx
Wow! PRT1 Beautiful lets carry the scene. Soph
switching channels
written in my journal, many years ago. that's one crazy journal.
Off The Beaten Track
27/03/2006
Staying out of the Box
It is not so bad being in the box if you fit.... right in the box....
ONLY A COMMENT WITH A HIT
It is no comment if there is no hit 4 real no hit no comment. go ahead and leave a comment 4 the next hit try loving another for a HIT trying to see how many hits this will draw/ Comment NAH ok
Say Something ?
Say a word, say something O my dark beloved! Stir spring into my life! O my dark beloved! If you stir spring into my life, I will become a doe. In the dense garden of your beauty I will forage for fragrance. If you shoot arrows of separatio
A Beautiful Mind Wasted.
This poem is about a person who was unable to move on. A broken view on life.
Dreams, Shadow and Dust
Dreams, Shadow and Dust all around me Dreams, Shadow and Dust is all I see Dreams, Shadow and Dust must be more in this life for me As I walk through this world pure emotion never unfurled While I look through lonely eyes seeing all the scams,
Torched heart!
I made this poem I've been a writer for 10 years .
onward or backwards
shadowed memories follow me there is no hiding and on amount of lieing will make them leave we all dream of a better life of hope of love but we hide we hide bhind sarcasm we hide behind false truths behind masks should we take the walls do
A Sitting
a cool write
"Only in Death Do We Part"
I used to work with young people with drug problems. This poem reflects back some of their experiences with drugs and their culture. The poem is about heroine and how I have seen some addicts who have has a life-long affair with this drug. I hope you enjoy
Abyss
Drowning in the abyss, frightened by the observation. Tales to tell, no tongue to say them in. Terror in the screams I hear, leave me frozen by fear. Monsters with familiar faces, tainted is their dialogue. Crazy is my state
sitting here
Sitting here laying in a dream, all I want in my mouth is some ice cream, you know I want your beauty you know I want your breath, you know all I want from you is your death, you've heard I slept and laid like a slave, your kiss was your innocence bu
Sometimes I
Sometimes I Sometimes I believe in time running Time running between my arms.. Sometimes I hold something Ill with my spirit Spirit of my hands Sometimes I forget to light a cigarette, And watch smoke Sometimes I fell power between air Air
I THOUGHT I HEARD THE word THIRD
I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT, SHE JUST UP AND DISAPPEARED
an uNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
REMEMBER THE HOKEY-POKEY....WASN' THAT YOU PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN THEN YOU PUT YOUR FOOT IN YOUR MOUTH
R e T u R n TO tender
RETURN TO TENDER I wrote my lover a letter saying I wish you were here I’m as lonely as a dove whose mate just died In that letter I made my need for her amply clear And I would let her know when all my tears finally have dried Being alone l