Extreme flatline
I wrote this some time back when a friends wife was drifting in and out during an operation.
The Angry Sun!!.......
In the beginning the fire of my birth burned bright ,always guided you the green the blue with my mystic power of light .overlooking your Extreme carelessness never hearing my solar wind warning !Even removing the life of all living things do you thi
Love That’s Lost In Time
This is entirely an abstract form of poetry that tries to define something that’s more imaginary than real.
wild child
WILD CHILD No one could handle no one could control that forlorn lost look that asunder of soul left so delusioned with fair of face no one had seen the wild childs distaste embittered and fractured no stable abode through you
The Wizard...
... cast a mighty spell, To bring a demon strait from hell, Arcane symbols on the floor, Pentagrams on all the doors, Performing rituals of strangeness, Chanting in forgotten language, Hands weaved a cloud of smoke, From out of it the horror
Excuse Me
Excuse me sir, but you’ve sat in my chair Can’t you see that I’ve left my things there? You haven’t bothered to move it an inch Perhaps if I lean over and give you a pinch Why don’t you turn and acknowledge my words I find it quite rude and a sl
concrete tomb
Thought I'd share my very first poem I had written at the age of fourteen. Enjoy my sanity.
The Day Mary Died
Today is the day that I will die This the cards have told me No matter how I shuffled and dealt The outcome never altered How I will die I do not know The cards have not foretold me Just each card next to the other lays Spelling doom, gloom
A Yellowed Page
a poem about mortality....
Victims
life is not all sweetness. I was outraged when a friend told me about a terrible thing that happened to her family. She has descended into the pits of depression as a result.
Subjugated Reverence
With eyes of the lost, from the distant past, I beget dead stars, perfection at last. I weave my words in through their mind, I twist and bend what they have defined, they'll never know why they are confined and as I rip and tear at their shal
Eternal Darkness....
A tempest of misery... I know so well. That frozen forest... It's been my hell. The veil is thin... The ghosts await. I can't resist... This awful fate.... Broken glass, The blood runs fast, My God what have I done? The pain won't end,
hurt inside
As the daybreak crawls Up in the distant horizon, the dawning of my reality Night falls in darkness invading my light Betrayal the ultimate heart break, in a shattered mirror a million pieces I try to put together In the falli
Not a good day!
As the great optimist I am, there are still days that feel heavy. Today was a day and a special friend at my side would not have been wrong. Is there life there is hope ..... or? However maybe sometimes the written word are heavier than my mood. However it is certainly a few lines with well-chosen words to taste at, the taste is bitter and harsh. Passion and longing, hope and despair, we've all been through it....
Departed
Missing someone…..
Cries for the dead!
food for thought!
THE DARK ANGEL
deceit, is deceit, even amongst angels.
Larkspur
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Endless rain
A short melody I remembered from one of my lost books... wrote this probably 10 yrs ago, She didn't stay...
"THE HOST" 9/12/2011
I don't have much to say about this one except its the title of it's own album i titled THH HOST... I finished this piece a couple of weeks ago, so i thought i should post the rest. Thanx...
Spirit I Know You.
finding your own spirit
The Sheol
Inspired by the Hebrew concept of the Sheol where the dead go and exist as shades...The Hebrew King Saul sought the Witch of Endor to summon the shade or spirit of the prophet Samuel..
Forbidden Love
Loving this, isn't something I should do, Shouldn't want to spend my time in taboo. I should try to be strong, but it's the right kind of wrong. This might be a mistake I'm maken, But given waht it does, I'm happy to be taken. Nothing's ever
To Lye In A Grave
I wrote this poem during the time where all that was on my mind was when would i die, when would it all end and how. But there's more to life than death
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
MyCellf
an older one I thought I would bring to surface again
Seeking Guidance
A poem reflects One's inner struggles. A poet never outright says how they feel. It is left upon the reader to obtain their own interpretation. This poem is a reflection, as the writer, of my past struggle with suicide, of how it makes me feel everyday since then, of the pain I still feel. During this time I felt alone, stranded, hungry for a chance. But no matter what I did I always failed. The 1st side-affect to failure is blaming those around you. The past me felt that everyone could help me before it was too late, it never entered my mind that they were unable to, it was as if something was blocking out rationality. The present me only wants to tell my story to anyone who will listen and give me the chance to be heard, the chance I never had during this time. The past me always seemed to reflect on that day every-time failure was consistent. Old habits die hard, right? So please do not misjudge me when I reflect upon the past me. A little saying that I chant constantly, "The Past Should Always Remain Yesterday, No Matter What It Was, Let It Remain Yesterday; For Today Is The Present, Today Is The Only Day That Matters, Today Is The Day You WILL Accomplish Your Dream & Soon Tomorrow, Our Future, Will Shine Bright In Our Eyes As We Look Upon Our Achievement With Pride." .. If that quote was confusing here is a simpler version: "Yesterday is The Past, Today is The Present, Tomorrow is The Future." What we do today reflects our future. What we did yesterday...it doesn't matter if we can ALWAYS do better today, and we can.
Parallels
Unholy beings haunt this morbid temple... Possession of the invisible. Masters of nothing perfecting their craft..... In the dark marble labyrinths. Rejection of time, Absence of will, Incisions revealed, Presence denied, Parallel planes,
Broken People With Smiling Faces
Broken people with smiling faces Cracked sidewalks, crumbling buildings Desolate winds howling through barren wastelands Searing hot, this blood red sun baking All that is beneath it’s rays And I, my fingers tearing the flesh from my face How
Syria
Rise and fight the power Dictator grand illusion of Rule How many more babies have to die World thinks your a fool Little beings scattered on the ground Tanks coming to grind and pound Blood running along the streets People starving as you e
The Silence
Having fun with some dark poetry
A dream
About a person who was only thinking of herself .....................
RESTLESS & LOST
The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la
Apocalypse
Dark micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter and The Micropoets Society
The Wishing Tree
Change, remorse, strength, hope
Unholy Night
I'm death and I am at your side, your very sick and I'm waiting for you to die, to take you to a place, but not of eternal rest. They're just about to strap you in and throw the switch, the lights will go dim and you will fry for your sins, is their
Through Yonder Darkly Wanders
I thought that I would try a different way of writing to how I normally write ... this is not based on any reality and is purely fiction.
someone
someone told me the light was gone, no hopes, no dreams, no rhyme or reason, only sorrow lingered. i asked someone to tell me why, the sky was dark and the fear was thick only sorrow lingered. someone told me the joy was gone, the loneline
TWIN TOWERS
A dedication to the day, it's a day we all lived an died to some degree!
The End Times
The "damage done" by idiots.....
~Walk into the night~
Whats in your mind is sure to be there. Empty the thought, empty the care. Into the night, same as the day, six strides ahead now be on your way. Over the grass through thicket an field, no sense of caution no need of yield. Presence in place of no f
shape-shifters
hi everyone! been on this site before,and have written many poems,writing is in my blood,along with creativity..let your mind be the vehicle,your pen be the gas pedal,and your spirit be the road.