To you..
In a moment of boredom..!
CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
this is just a crazy dream i had,just before falling asleep,i grabed my pen and started to write it down before i forgot the thought,when you live alone,lots of ideas cruise through your head.
The Holy Warrior
It started out as a thought on the destruction and death in the former Yugoslav republics and then just sort of wandered! By the way, if you caught the Pink Floyd reference, then you are REALLY OLD!!! ;) Yeah, I know, me too.
words have nothing to say
No need to waste the day to sit and wonder why I woke up feeling this way with my eyes open wide I'm a man of many words but I don't know what to say so I inhale another world and wait 'til I float away No need to waste the rain so I lis
who are you
its like in another realmbut still same
care to chat?
this is a nasty one,don't worry girls,i'm not like this,this came from the deepest,darkest,places of the mind,a poets mind can be one of the most warped places to be!!!....yikes..lol.
bitter sweet death
its my heart trying to under stand
treck of time
Its about poeples perception of life and there lack of acknowledgement that its here and now and till death
void of loneliness
every tear every moment ill never forget
day of redemption
it is what it is?
not this man ????
you reily can't love me can you
angel dying
please understand this poem is not against religion of any kind are any people
Wherefore: A doubting God
It's one of three surprisingly dark meditations
Icarus
This is from my more depressed series of poems, when I was in an overall darker, more introspective mindframe.
The Specimen Resolution
Depression has been called a sort of mental hibernation. But for me, it was a mental stimulant, triggering my darker odes and living eulogies. Feedback welcomed
SAD
SAD IS THE WORST THING,ALL IS DARK AND FULL OF NOTHING.DEAD IS THE OUTCOME OF IT ALL.THEN THE WARMEST TEARS FALL.WHAT THEN LIFTS IS A GREAT WALL.TELL ME WHY DO THEY STALL,FROM THE LOVE THAT MAY CONQUER ALL.WE WILL NEVER KNOW.LOVE IS A MYSTERY,ONLY GO
EMO GIRL
a poem about my last girlfriend....now you all know why i write!!!
here's a weird one
had 2 weeks of catch-up reading to do here at the Corner.. 5+ pages, with many enjoyable and superb writes. Continuing thanks to all who've been posting. Also; sorry to hear that (t'rob?) is leaving for a time(?) -slip'
Driving away.
Is it guilt or fear, why exactly am I here, whats the defining factor, ready to explode reaching critical,,, like a nuclear reactor, to take the obvious leap, shouldn't be in question, am I in too deep, maybe too much reflection, Is it loyalty
crazy
In winter more manly The Infinite is revealed shy I beat your eyes in my corner Increasingly my deep Bleed inside Of a black robe score all the pride where for centuries, I dive so get lost. New in my corner
Pain
Just a poem, no hidden meaning for me. I picked a word (pain) and made a poem where everything rhymed with that word.
unknown
pain without love pain i can't get enough pain i like it rough 'cause i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Why
Thoughts
Journey
My life at the moment!
Monster in the Room
I tiptoed as quietly as I could. I did not want to be noticed. The air seemed heavy and the sky darkened the land. I knew if I was heard there would be trouble. So I pulled the cloth around my head making a hood. And moved slowly even though I
why ? freedom is no more
think what you will but do not judge the innocent we are all guilty in murder there's so ways people die
center of existence
maby its something to think about
revolt
Where gods lost They cry tears of fists raised A wide fog It prevents me to move In the most tender mercy That time it passes Overshadowing that my look Visions of all fears Remain popping How rotten branches my fingers Where the friend
What does that mean?
in the realms of fabrication where dreams and nightmares undecidedly lose their brass tacks i was considering dancing a waltz when i came across a pseudo old chap i asked him if he could curl ones liver as sobriety, melancholy and wistfulness
To my wife
Maybe I shouldn't have posted this one, but it was my first,and extremely personal, but I had to get it off my chest.
The cutter's poem.
I used to cut when I was younger but I'm over it now. I found this poem saved to my computer and figured I'd share it.
Why Not Me?
I see everyone finding someone for themselves And I struggle to no avail, still no one. No takers for a man who has no confidence. No one willing to look deep inside. Outsides are so important as well as the first impressions Why can't I be the
My life
I'm worn down fourty hours at a jog I hate My life is unwinding its just to late Its hard to keep goin I just want to stop I'm at the bottom I cant't see the top I'm slowly dieing my soul is crushed I keep yelling but my voice is hushed I want to be
My War
I will never shrink into the night Always standing my ground to fight Battle till the very last breath Keep on fighting to the very death For those who wish to wager war Think wisely before you wish to explore I will make you writhe and scream
Words
I would always manipulate, everything to which I would relate, this made those around feel unheard, now I just do this with words. Words are truly unique creations, that hold with you no expectations, as they allow you to have your say, it n
warped minds of death
it is a song
i weeped ageless
Dedicated to my mom who died unexpectedly on April 27th 2009
Glow Worm
Elaboration on the axiom "Nuke them till they glow". Coda to the "End of Days".
This aching heart
my fears of the past
The Calling
A life in denial, a life in regret- so many things I can`t forget. Someday I hope it fades away because before you know it, it wont be a game to play. A life at sake but not caring- Not being able to confess- these emotions are far too strong to b
Look what you do
You keep me down I see you smile as you pull me down. Drowning in your pleasure I feel sick with regret. Why was i made this way? I need a way out I know your wrong. I want to heal from your grasp of sins. Forget and relive. See me
Darker Side of the Moon
Stress, Hate, Rage, Loneliness......ripping, tearing, Fighting its way into my soul like an uncontrollable wild fire.... Solace I seek, but the Bone-deep weary tiredness keeps my Feet from leaving the road. I'm on a dusty broken path Strewn