the tears a deadman cries
when she looked into his eyes she knew right and than when she saw the tear come out of his eyes she understood that the dead man was not crying for himself but he was crying for her for he felt the pain that was in her heart
ART
Would she be foolish to dig more? Dying in the lives of fond illusions. Snared with the lions, do we betray our instincts? Is it sins painted masterpiece or Conceited colours on the canvass, brushed stroked of her own hand? She cries for more.
Lost In The World Of Shadows
Another old poem. =)
the girl had enough
This piece was a totally different process for me, I've never took a bit of my life and threw it in a fictional story and made the story into a poem.So I would really appreciate any comments, I love comments anyway good or bad I can take construtive crictism and am fully aware that my spelling sucks sometimes (luckly when I write for work I have an editor right *lol*) so please comment away.
Agent of Chaos
~Soul wrought of Terra corrupt, I am the darkness which engulfs the light, I am the being who will plunge your soul into an eternal night.. For now you must fight, Fight the darkness with all of your might, In order to save your soul from dark
An eyesore's heart
I saw you in the dead of night A thirst for blood was in your eyes I tried to run but still I stared When I looked again it's as if you were never there I was never affraid Still felt compelled to hide But you went away And that is why I cri
Petal
The life it crys It's impossible pain Defying all odds by large amounts It just meets to that end That bitter sweet end Winding around the road That cross fades Nothing glows The final petal falls
The path
The path is chosen Already woven Never change With or without my consent It will It goes on forever Meeting to my end
Field Trip
The wind rallied on the day Destined to break the fellow's bone Too short minded for his pain He felt nothing but a boat's sail For the luckless few he had confessed Of the wasted dice that put him in distress The lost soul, the misused c
Black widow
I AM A LITTLE SPIDER I CRAWL ALONG YOUR WALLS WHILE THERE AND THEN A WEB I DO SPIN TO WHICH I PUT MY MEN IN I KISS THEM I ---- THEM AND THEN CAST THEM TO HELL FOR I THE BLACK WIDOW WILL DIE AS WELL
Y-nom-raH 2003
Your heart is black. Evil is your mind. Your thoughts are of hurt. Words the weapons, and your actions the murder. Twisting the blade of love, you enjoy. Bending truths till lies are all that is left. Games of the mind are your passion. E
A moment we lost..!
just a early moment.i remember camping in love..!wow..!
The night
One more to hopefully ponder over..!
Angel's Have Two Shiny Wings
Gabriel, the left hand, Blowing his Trumpet Ere the last stand, Come all ye, hither, Where Satan's fallen slither And witness, Aye, God's fury Nuclear fire, ashes, and slurry. The Angels aloft, hawks of heaven, Wings war-torn an
KLELL'S REVENGE
KLELL MITCHELL KILLED HIMSELF NOVEMBER 23, 2003. I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO HIM. ULTIMATE REVENGE.
Break Down
This poem i wrote a few years ago...I was going threw a lot of personal self worth issues and was having a hard time following my mind or my heart.
Darker Side Of Me
just another one of my songs
Metamorphisis
My dreams are few and far between, with twisted anguish yet unseen, and laced with fear to make you screem. Parts of me have become insane, branding me with a moral stain, and shielding me from emotional pain. Logic keeps me strong and clea
For thee and thine.
A moment alone,with thoughts losely flowing...
anger with in.
The anger with in held back held away cus of the the fear of wat might ocurr if its released the anger not brought on by ones self but brought on by others. others not in spercific to anyone, but a multiple of people, their disrespect, their envy
Random Day, Random Stuff
A stuffy head, a weak body, a year to the day since the split I needed some peace Fred was in the other room with his spoilt son I’d just settled down I opened the first page of Viz BANG the door exploded open. Fred’s wife was ON FIRE sh
Crowded Room
Here I am in a crowded room. You're not here So I am alone. Pandemonium Is not intimacy Nor are superficial Conversations Leading nowhere. Holiday banality Shivers of my dread Bold strangers staring What faith, when all Are sleeping,
Open
The Night is young & full of rest I can't describe the way she's dress'd She'll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest
My Kind
Wrote this about 20 years ago nice to have a forum
death
Kill or be killed An entity that for ever be thrilled To spill blood that needs to be spilled Only the corrupt and cruel Rape murder and theft are my fuel A moment time to react Wedges sharp a serrated point is a fact Metal jackets hollow poi
What is this world..
Honestly I think I was feeling slightly angery or depressed during this poem.
Just the Beginning
Old poem again..Teen Age frustration? lol
Death Ride On
DEATH IS A LONE RIDER NOT PRIVY TO JUST STRANGERS DEATH IS A LONE RIDER READY TO TAKE YOU AS AN INSIDER DEATH IS A LONE RIDER WAITING FOR THAT SPECIAL MOMENT DEATH IS A LONE RIDER THAT HAS COME TO TAKE YOU HOME DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
Mis-carriage
In my mind, still born babies lying in long wheat fields. Ponderings in the wombs water, the unspent dreams capsize. The waves she's throws up hosts, stubborn feet at my heels. I pant and struggle to pause. The murky waters sends forth a rose
The Sphere
The moon was high within the night, When I beheld a lonely sight. I came upon it without eyes, But with a touch I felt its cries. It was a globe of mist and due, Of sweating glass both false and true. I saw it there. I know I did. But at my to
Lonely Girl
personal issues
Lost
emotions
Amnisty
This is about you.
What the @$# am I talking about?!
I don't even know how to explain?! This piece is about something different to every person that reads it, so tell me what is it about to you? Seriously I would love to hear others views because there are so many things I think I mean here *lol*
<——As is as is——>
I have had mates who have fought in the war. It’s sort of a memorial and memory of my mate. ?????????????
Dawning
Though it is too late we must carry on though we break the night still will come the dawn.
**If I Could Take You Into Me
I wrote this poem and many others during a time when I was involved with a man who had some commitment problems. He lived with me for a year and then decided to move out while continuing a relationship with me. I went through a lot of emotional turmoil and found solace in writing these poems and performing in open mic poetry readings around town. Oddly enough, that is where I met my husband a couple of years later. The poem is somewhat s*xual, but the underlying meaning is that I wanted that man to understand me. I wanted him to "be inside" of me to understand how I felt.
**I Am
Like closing my eyes and taking in surroundings Falling into lacey arms Disarmed in the TV shadows Blue lights and monotonous drones of DVD Tasting tomatoes on razor beard hairs Cutting out red tinged blush on my face In this place I am locked
They will see...
This poem was written by me when I was upset at the world.
Drowning By Intent
Drowning By Intent Wasted lives when souls disperse too late to fear the depth of liquid authority in this, the last great selfish act calling death to make a pact, now, bedevilled lives are spent in loneliness and dogged intent! so
War
As I lay on the bottom of my bunk I gaze at the supports above me Realizing that they are simply hallmarks of the true reality The supports in use are nothing more than wire strands I reach for them with outstretched hands A simple touch and th
dreams
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