beautiful liar
you are a devil with angels wings lying face down and drenched in gasoline you are the rain the is poison to my lungs you are a moment that darkens the sky keeping close just so you can always say goodbye you are a beautiful liar down deep inside be
GASP
GASP I'm drowning and dry land is out of reach. The ugly truth is the pains so deep. Hypothesis is a scrutiny, Tortured by poisons that run through my veins. Captured by demons who play wicked mind games. Solace doesn't come cheap
Finals
Sitting here with fists of rage All messed up from a single page Like an animal in a cage F#ck it it's only a test
Your Hand Over My Mouth
This poem is for all the couples out there that either have the girl domanating the relationship or the man. It can go either way. But at the end neither one can help themselves.They have to give in.
Mortality
we are here just for a time. so we should make best use of it and enjoy as best as we can.
War
You strive to conquer And defeat your enemy Win at all cost As a war within yourself heightens And you tire before your time Win and lose yourself forever Burdened by the thoughts You travel the divide between madness and sanity
D I E T T R I B E
DO NOT COP DOPE FROM PEOPLE LIKE ME
taking IT TO THE Heat
this poem was inspired when i saw twenty two turkey buzzards gorging on the carcass of a dead cat..i have a 6 foot by 8 foot picture, it's beautiful....for copy contact feepoetry @att.net free offer
PILLS IN pink, PUrpLE AND paNIc
danny and i did sort of this...we robbed 1500 Valium and buried it where you had to jump off a moving train and know where it was buried. it was so cool to hear who the cops thought did it. Danny's dad was a Sgt. in the local precinct so Danny and i were eliminated as persons of interest....Danny died in my '67 fire engine red Chevy supersport back in '71
ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS
THE DENIAL OF DENIM
it's about cease and glove
C. J. IS moRe tHAn OKaY
MY BABY'S MAMA....PEOPLE NEVER SAID THAT YEARS AGO with all due respect to those single mothers who work so hard so her three children can eat despite a man who pays no child support an should be harmed in some awesomely cruel and public manner AND RAGGAE CHAMPAGNE IS AN ACTUAL PRODUCT
my twin brother's name is PEE-tah
because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painful
google" water charity" & C what $20 can do!
because i want all six of you who read this to tell six other people, ad infinitum and pretty soon "water Charity" won't have to worry
betrayal
Getting tired of the same old run around. People who lift you up to knock you down. It's pretty screwed up come to think of it. One second they say great job,the next they're feeding you full of shit. This must be how a mushroom feels. Bei
Live
somewhat darker and may or may not make sense...
8th @ 8
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE IF I RESUSED TO WRITE IT MY LEFT HAND WOULD JAB A PENCIL IN MY RIGHT EYE....that's a good enough for me!
from MONKEY bars TO BARS
this poem is about a poem a poet like myself would scribe.
maliCE iN thUnderLaNd
this poem was written because of shows that prove that a plethora of pathetic people piss and/or puke this on puny planet ~Phree!~
sometimes...
something i wrote
Silent Scream
The poem was wrote by Ashley Yang
until you get me
until you get me ill not stop. i hope you fall in hell with an endless drop. and you'll have no soul to give. then you'll feel life is not to live. your mind won't gather any and all thoughts. sorry to say this war is over that you fought. you'll fal
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, A SHINING STAR
A DUDE CAN HAVE HOPE CAN'T HE (AND DON'T BE A WISE GUY AND THINK HER NAME IS HOPE WELL IT AIN'T YOU DOPE
SAYING GRACE & SPRAYING MACE a rant by ~free cee!~
look, this is the world i hope won't be the legacy we leave for my 2 year old grandson Mr. Travis Ian....but something tells me that generation X ain't doing shit excecpt accepting noise as music and are too busy with i-tunes-computers, cell phones nd phonies who sell crap they call useful to try to fix what us Baby Boomers could not!
frozen
im trapped a passing light of dim. empty a torn out page im so grim. looking for your hope to find me lit. as my darkness awakens my grip. im frozen of ice and lisps. just tragic searching for it. why search im already dead. a bitter cold breath. an
"Emotional Challenge"
Love is not a game I am not a good player... You think the same... But i am not your mental prayer... Nowadays we are playing chess My ebony king versus your ivory king Who will win??? Try to guess!!! You won´t uncover anything...
Death: Before and After part 2
Wrote on: June 14, 2010. I truly believe this poem saved my life. Because it made me see what I was about to do to my son, and I couldnt do that.
Death: Before and After part 1
Part 1 to my "Death: Before and After poem.
Spare me
Spare me I have a few coins to bail out And my pure intention Stop my tension Your uniform scares me Your face is to serious Spare me please Let go home Put down the gun My ID is in my heart Can you read it? Can you scan? Do not tell
Over...
Over the black pond the night with sticky tar overflows from immense jar over the black pond thoughts hurt the sun just set the sky forgot how day shines how sun glows and even touch of Your noble palm I can't remember O divine my God an
Snow Angels and Pale Lace
It is tragic when people cannot bring themselves to care for others. But what happens when a person you come to care for turns out to be a ghost, and you know ever after that you cannot help them? Here is a poem that explores this paranormal possibility. Enjoy the chills of the Snow Angels and Pale Lace! (I originally published this poem at the Starlite Cafe poetry site under the name Grailknight777, in 2008.)
'Neath the Moon
'Neath the Moon, the Wild Hunt is about to begin. If you look very carefully, you will see the Hunter and his hounds. But beware, for on that night when he is loose... the dead themselves will roam freely! (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2010, under the name Grailknight777.)
Sylvan Silence
Some woods near where I live are said to be haunted. This poem tells the tale of a time when I encountered one of the ghostly spirits that haunts them. A true story, and a very "haunting" one, you will agree. (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2010, under the name Grailknight777.)
The Truth Behind a Hopeless Friendship
Um.. don't quite know why I wrote this..
Somewhere Inside
Someone is hiding deep inside, Someone who is stronger. Someone is hiding deep inside, who can't stay hid much longer. She wants to take over my heart,my soul,my thoughts and my dreams she wants
MY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
cant say anythjing i was tooooooooooooooooooo sleepy/////
no more..
something i wrote today..haha..
fear the dark
thinking of crows again lol do not ask
Death comes for all!
Reflection.
Apocalypic
It the end of the world baby lol
Endless War
self struggle
For Her
Breaking darkenss with a new light I cannot make myself not want And then she stares at me with those eyes Then I know my will is gone My fear keeps me alive As my insomnia taunts But her beauty is by design And her touch designed to haunt