Silent Chaos
Silent chaos of conscious thought On what serenity I have not Retired long from lovers day Doomed to dwell in dark dismay
"Honesty"
Some may say i never try, just because i never lie. If that scares you i wonder why, I wish everyone would never lie. nodoze usmc retired
"SOULMATE"
my soulmate was addicted to meth
Those Who Know Me
Those Who Know Me Those who know me… Know…They know my eyes change color with my mood…. They know I’m just as comfortable in sweats, sneakers, and a fitted top… As I am in a low cut blouse, heeled shoes and make-up…Those who know me…. Kno
“THE LAST NIGHT”
Last night I heard the screaming; Blood curdling; Behind the door; Another nightmare filled night for him; Never any good to try wake him up; Because I know the consequences- That shall follow. Last night I heard his screaming; And his fist
Drowning
i just like writing dark poetry,no real reason other then that.
the...
The black drops drip Drip, drip, drip From roof that sat over window They drip like a fear Black from dirt like a tar Or wings a fallen night The black drops drip Drip, drip, drip The black drops drip Drip, drip, drip To drain that flows
the wonderer
as i search for me through the fire of vacancy. there's nothing left of me as you can see. just a man a myth unspoken of through life and misery. death some might say poison in the rain. a gentle mind of heartbreak and pain. a jester a knight but nev
DOPE DIDN'T KILL ME BUT BEING A DOPE NEARLY DID
SO DON'T WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH ME, SEE IF I GIVE A SHIT
razorblade salvation
Mommy I'm sorry if my first letter made you cry To be honest with you I don't think that I wanna die Sometimes I feel like that I'm cancerous in others lives Thats probably why I drink at night and sleep till 4 or 5 It's kinda hard walking throug
HOW I IMAGINE IT TO HAVE BEEN
THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND, AT LEAST I CHOOSE TO CALL HER THAT WITHOUT HER PERMISSION AND MORE GREAT NEWS 'I THINK I FOUND MY LATEST MUSE but hush because she doesn't know
DOING DOPE WITH PUDDLE WATER
BECAUSE I LOVE MR. TRAVIS IAN AND I THINK IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF, WHEN HE'S HALF MY AGE, THAT THERE WILL BE SAFE WATER, FOOD, SHELTER, BUT MOST OF AIR AND BECAUSE IT NEEDED TO BE WRITTEN
Tears (dedicated to one of my friends)
this friend is like my twin brother although he lives in other country.He broke with his girlfriend,and she is my friend too...so that´s the reason for this poem
X - Y x Z + T = M
Time sits heavily on my mind Reverberating across time and space Allowing echoes to cross the void Visions flashing across the sky Iridescent lights floating and dipping Slowly my mind becoming numb Allowing strange thoughts to creep in Loosen
Voices
I wrote this a number of years ago and it was published in a book called 'The Liquid Mirror'.
The Pig-Dealer's Pension
I worked in the post office. A miserable old man, a pig-dealer, used to come every week for his pension. I never remember him having a good word to say about anybody, rather he sought opportunity to belittle those he met in life. This is a description of his weekly ritual, pension day.
My Version of Truth
This was actually one of my former neighbours....lived next to him for about 15 years when I saw him 4 years later he had managed to...drink into oblivion...he didn't even recognise me...
break my heart
something a bit new
Happy Thoughts by Eric Matthews
Take me on into your dancing nightmare Trip me up on your words of loving laughter Remove my brain through my ear canal Disect me into tiny peices and tell me what I'm all about Reassemble me but throw my emotions out Don't make me feel anymor
you
something i wrote a long time ago
Intoxicant
Thought i would try something more agressive this time
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Written directed by me 23.4.96
sHadoWS Of shAMe
it brngs back mories of being nineteen sitting in The Walorf Astoria looking for the perfect mark. and i did!
veretable soup
this stuph must have bene written by a manic, maniacal and miserable man
diD yoU KNoW That beFOre?
snow's a b*tch without a wake up shot!
The Dawn
Dawn is the end of night Night is the light That we seek so we can Move & be free from The Dawn
Netherscape
Hmm.
Borderes and Boundaries
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She calls her nightime ....day
Just some internal thoughts of another..if that makes sense...
Girl Crazy
She walks silently into your life, like a vision entering a dream. A goddess from Heaven is what you think, but it's not what it may seem. Her every move captures you, her voice a whispering haunt. You think she is your every need, your ever
Azathoth
Azathoth was created by the Satanic Occultist Aleister Crowley. It is a beast that eats the souls of the lost ones that can not find their way.
THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE
My hate is real I hate what you did I hate what you did in me I hate you, you hear me, I hate you…. My hate is real My hate now has life, a life of its own It comes and goes My hate is real!
Confusion
Confusion weaved its web with me got caught in circumstance and could not see, Imaginary world so real, reality struck now numb cant feel, Tears of a clown and fall from grace, tumbling down, falling back, lose the race, Eternal beams o
I Can't!
I can't remember how this story goes, I can't deciper between friends or foes, I can't believe in good and bad, I can't find the happy or sad, I can't see the love or hate, I can't arise, not early nor late, I can't follow, be part of the pack,
From my friend Carlos..Sadness (full)
Madness surrounds me,>>>>>> i look around and no one is there, i find myself trapped, hopeless to even lift a finger and dial the phone, i panic with deep breaths of shear guilt, i am freightened, to hear what you think of my sudden change in
The ever changing mind
The ever changing mind So dedicated but misses the mark As wisdom comes to he who waits I sit here wondering What does it all mean I grasp the concept But it alienates me I try to shake it But it comes back Reality sets in
OTHERS REAL LIFE
I DONT KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS. I WAS AT WORK AND THESE THOSE POPS IN MY HEAD. I WATCH TO MUCH LIFETIME LOL. BUT I KNOW THESE IS A PROBLEM, WE ALL MEED TO BE AWARE OF.
Ask not of me
The creak of failure revealed his plan as he walked on forevermore with heart in head and head in hand. He had not the handle, but just the door. He could feel it's grip but see not it's hand, he could taste it rest upon his neck. For his head,
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Dissonance Finale
I wrote this poem like all others is to express my inner feelings and I went with it in a new way by expressing most of my feelings in musical terms.
Amelia in the garden.
No, I was not sitting in a garden in December! Changing the month was just appropriate.