Red
Smart decision making in life is VITAL
WHEN TO DREAD RED
THIS IS THE TYPE OF POEM MY ROOMMATE THINKS SUCKS
My Nightmare
I was severely abused as a child and I have nightmares/flashbacks. So I wrote after a flashback.
~ The Ghost Within ~
at war with demons....
DORAN KORAN
they are going to give me a litany of choices as to what type of poetry this is....since the first four lines rhyme and then the body is all over the place, and once again the last four lines rhyme I call this type of poem, among many others i've written "~free cee's!~ Hybrid poetry...thanks for reading me, ~free!~ despite the fact that i had a double major in creative writing and analytical poetry I have no clue as to what the hell "Ghazil" is---if any pretty 54-62 year old woman in the south Fla. area can define it to me I'd be more than content to listen...as to men who want to fill me in....go teach a course in it somewhere and i'll google it!
Show me your vains
Show me your vains, and I'll show you no blood. Feel my heart sing, which has no lust. A spike driven stake, where once was my heart. A viper bite infection, which stains in the dark. What a dream when we danced together. Love yet I've not fel
hate me love me
i love you you can love me to
Our House
Speaks for itself I think!
Full Circle
Dark. How I felt when I learned the truth about my marriage.
Deej's Lament
Deej’s Lament Where is it you would like to go, where shall I take you to play today? What toys should I bring along upon our quest for joy and pleasure? Do you have any plans upon this glorious day to distract us from our sorrow? Relieved I woul
Escape From Me
I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds I'm longing to be lost in you, away from this place I’ve made Roaming in a land where darkness and death simply cannot invade Crawling thr
universal ecstasy
I viewed gods and chariots over violent skies. and saw the wise lessons of my lords and power. with power comes great responsibility. and there are shadows left, where corruption could hide. but it's gone in this centre. here where the meditatio
MIND MUTILATION..
poem huh.. nah life...
My Kitty Claws
There's too many men (and women) on this site that seem to think, that people who show their feelings and emotions freely are easy targets for abuse. I dare any man to toy with this Witch lol
wish for no goodbyes
smell of jasmine in the sky no roses red this is goodbye she smiles tonight to see tomorrow but her dreams are broken in flames together we cry as we wonder in this wonderland of hope we wish for no goodbyes a prayer for life to see tomorrow for me a
End Of Days
I see your breath among the ruins; hand in hand we walk the bloody trail, shattered hearts, minds and spirits, where evil seems to dwell. Not far off in the distance, fires still prevail, scorch lives of once was and use to inhale, now only lies of
Vino Veritas
Another Vodka, a few more beers, Salud, Sante, Good Health and Cheers, The heart is freed, the brain subdued, To be Honest, Crass, or Crude, Let feelings fly from numbing lips Who cares about Apocalypse Just shout it out, and let things go,
"Inferno" Tribute Part 4
Now things begin to take a more personal, somewhat "King-ian" turn as the focus is now on the narrator.
My Pain
~ a deep feeling within me~
hate the rain
despair driving me into thoughts of wonder sorrow that i bare trying to fight the thunder hate the rain i will drive you asunder into empires of vampires i am the hunter im the spear that drives into your vains you will have scars from the burning ra
rebirth of us/ cold graceful winter
the law of the earth to reuniting the flames of a rebirth taken away dreams pass through our minds young we only stay once in our lifes cold graceful winter days count down to our taken under to the one inside like lightening and thunder screams take
graces last breath / dedicated to the ones we lost
my tears are blood red my face just as sad don't go the heart just doesn't know grace dear grace heaven found you first i lost you forever my heart is in your pocket remember that day you bought that locket i miss the rain i feel the pain forgive me
BETH
WHEN THE WIND IS BLOWING ALL AROUND YOU AND YOU DONT KNOW WHERE TO GO NEXT OR WHAT TO TRY BETH,YOU R NOT ALONE REACH I LL CATCH YOUR HAND I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE MISUNDERSTOOD THEY MAY NOT MISS YOU BUT I WOULD MISS YOU SO TRY BETH
hope follows no man
hope follows no man it dies with love and truth and pain hope follows no man it drowns in the sorrow and empty bottles hope follows no man it takes with it life humanity heart and soul hope follows no man it grabs me in pushes me down into my poisone
Things
Things that seemed soo perfect in times of tenderness, are nothing now within me, dissolved from more to less, Personal belongings brought harshly to to the fore, have shattered all the trust there, now lost forevermore, Things I wanted pri
confined
confined to this life just want to find something new for me and you always remember me and always dream the sweetest dreams my love ill be waiting in the dark for you waiting in this peaceful life for you confined to this life waiting in the dark fo
control
time is getting me down cant feel the dark cant see the rain anymore life is getting so deep into this world im fighting for control just me im colapsing on the floor trying to wander why you don't remember me you take control just take a hold my hea
eyes go red
shoot me down push me now you won't get away your hating me punish me you will ill be still alive doing my every will hate me now i wish i could go eyes go red wish i was dead been shot in the head hate me i know you will hate me girl ill still be wa
I'am A River
Maybe I’m feeling melancholic as I’ve lived over half my life. Thought I would give poetry ago, as the glove fits the particular hand fate has dealt me. But hey it’s s beautiful morning now, spirits will rise with the sun. Thanks for reading, take care, have a nice day, wherever you are.
Darkened
This poem was based on a love i once had and i thought it was true but she ended up cheating on me with my best friend and when i found out, this is what i wrote.
road to somewhere
I m on the road to somewhere travelling each and every day i m on the road to someone who they are i just cant say travelling in the daytime driving on deep into the night lights and people all around living in boxes made of stone
nobodys counting
nobodys counting nobodys counting anymore petals are falling all upon the ground people are moving cant you hear the sound petals are falling love is all around
BAD MOON RISING
MAN COMES. MAKES YOU. HAPPY FOR ONE SECOND, MAKES YOU CRY AN ETERNITY
If and When Worlds colide
Know that we have been here for centuries Wraith like thoughts enlist the soul Non entities Despair, she came in through the door She stole the sunlight from my floor Searching for my guiding light But it's flame was lost in endless night
Fooled
I won’t trust myself with you I throw it all away I won’t waste myself on you You could have fooled me. I don’t forgive you, Deceived by own self, Betrayed by emotions I won’t trust myself with you As I slip away! This is just what you w
A Picture Of Sorrow
I use to live around the corner from the red light district in St Kilda, an inner suburb of Melbourne. This is a song about one particular working girl, who I would often see talking to herself, twirling and dancing around as if in a dream. Other times it would be in a catatonic state as if she cast were cast in stone.
dark holiday
power and water has been out in our community for two days now
"Deception"
These words were a mere reflection of the hurt and anger i once felt.
prey today
if we only new how short life is
happy like you
my soul needs to feel again i need to breathe again
torment
i died here today inside my heart is grey im a dream inside my own life lost inside my own mind im a fire burning inside a riddle that is unwritten a time of forgotten memories a little child with lost hope im torment im torment im torment im torment