Kiss of a Vampire!
Is a mosquito a small vampire in disquise?
My Endless Mission
I sit alone. I write, I think. Searching for just one conclusion, One ending. To feel complete. There's a missing piece, a cold black hole, Which never ends... Oh! The quessiness it sends! Where's the way out? Why am I stuck? Am I a prisone
Mortality
we are here just for a time. so we should make best use of it and enjoy as best as we can.
stillness
im trapped in a stillframe. not just a home but a name. never moving just standing still. there's no touch how can i even feel. there's only darkness nothing is real. just me alone just standing still.
Dancing among Metaphors
Partner up with a poetic couplet- Symbolically step with the cadence of life's impulse- Mirrors within mirrors reflecting reflections- Earths steel is but a liquid dream- Gravity is the mother of cohesion, and cohesion is the circle of life-
Mysterious CS women
The mystery women.. Their poetry can be Somewhat cryptic They can tease your Sensiblities within The lines of their Veiled desires They contemplate you In their midnight Smiles They wonder if your Hand is strong enough To grip their Pas
Saturation
Images reflected in pools of poison mercury, Saturation complete... Disintegration of a time long lost, Contrite repeat..... Impulsive emotion unspeakable cost..... Regretful repetition, Thorough response, Total absorption, Imperforate sa
Unspeakable
I've come upon horrible, unbearable things, My soul silent, speechless, unable to sing, My heart which once pounded, so loud with her near, Now only beats softly, barely able to hear, My ears were joyous at the sound of one voice, Now clos
lost identity
LOST IDENTITY losing identity you fade to grey troubles a plenty so little to say patched up somehow from battered beyonds embracement of life you grew so fond but now not quite those heights failed to reach where security and safety were so
Surpressed?
My reality in a few lines.
Weeping Oak
He flicked his coat tails and rested upon the entrails What was in is now without as hooded eyes lowered towards his book as each paper so blew within his hand knowing not where they may land The falling tears the grief beyond Yet
the drowning man
inspired by a song-by the cure.music has a big impact on mood and drives what i write,like many have said,its a different language all its own,MUSIC is very important in my life.
dreams of death...
Taking a mans dreams apart tearing them limb from limb, a dream of chances never to be seen again, living life in a nightmare accepting gods wish, was i born without purpose or was i born of sin, dreams are forgotton life is grim, all i want now is t
I'M FINE THANK YOU
There is nothing the matter with me. I’m as healthy as I can be. I have arthritis in both my knees And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze. My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in. Arch supports I have f
halls of death
Spouting seed comes to life within the ruined hall of death, the falling rocks and bits of gravel heaped together within its boundary. The seed steadily grows within these halls of death, but can shed a whole new life to a place that was
if it's dawn it's time for me to yawn and MOURN
i know that she knows that i know why she thinks i wrote this poem
Light of life
On the sea of ??tears I wandered on the shore of hope and saw how the sun of love reflected in the waves of sorrow And when the night their dark veil put on the world yet they could not hide the light the light of the moon from confidence t
Minstrels lament
Another shower ditty...sad wandering tune...
"Terror by resonance"
The one who can watch the world burn. Stand there laughing without a care or concern. I feel nothing anymore. Void, empty to the core. Dead inside but I don’t mind. There’s nothing to find. In a place so desolate. Can’t even muster a conscious
Dreams or reality
I laid down in my bed My head hurt My vision blurry No one to hear my story I fell asleep for two days Woke up in a haze was it a dream Or my reality No more sunshine Dark clouds Linger above my head I could t seem to fit Into this
"STAINED" 12/29/2012
Not much to say today this one is on the album "THE SEVEN WONDERS OF DAMNATION"
Life Is A Masquerade
Have to write something dark once in a while
Broken ice
i have been bitten in the deepest chambers cold black frosted ice cracks begin showing watch were you are skating oh but i am not depressed in fact the very opposite raging mad like a red rag to a bull a bird shit on my nest blowing
Second Thoughts
Sometimes a second thought before proceeding is a good idea.....My grandfather always reminded me to think before I opened my mouth, actions deserve an extra thoughts sometimes, too.
Grafitti in bathrooms
I have never written on a bathroom stall, but I've seen quite a few at work and at different locations where I live. Some at a local bowling alley have been there for over 25 years!
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salt rain
my sorrow crawls across the floor
"My friend"
We have to different object of desires. Appetite for flesh and pleasure Verses the inquisition for emotional treasure. You introduced chaos in this palace of ours. So my question now is “what be the outcome” Anarchy or will tranquility transpire
the seductress
With her ruby red lips Long flowing blonde hair Her seductive charm The sway of her hips The seductress The actress Pretends to romance charm her lover To the bedroom she seduses him Offers her heavenly sole her curves her charm One
A PAIN CLOUD ON HORROR'S HORIZON
i do not feel like doing so right at this moment
dark holiday
power and water has been out in our community for two days now
released
Released from the pain, a relief for the heart, that has been torn apart, my reaction was sweet, i found my feet, to hold something special would be my final treat, to react from an obsession is to admit nothing but to be true for me not only you, iv
Sane Inside My Insanity
Howling wind through the barren wasteland of my mind I scream, and the screams echoes over and over Ripped to shreds by the violent putrid wind And the tatters still hang there fading into eternity I am here a prisoner behind these bloodshot ey
define, devine
the pain in the heart defies knowone, the river of the gentle confirms all, seperate are the ones open, as living devines death, unknown mountains walk as is the sea living the life the eternaly free!..
Borderes and Boundaries
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mrs kelly
mrs kelly broke her belly sliding down a bowl of jelly
(Wayne's challenge ) your shadow
I hope it works Wayne Thanks for the challenge
terrors sea
i have written lots of poetry words of wisdom etc etc etc but this one alot of people like and so do i enjoy!
Your Highness
There have been so many monsters that you could pick dozens of names and it could be any one of them or maybe even all of them
Tomorrow the Sun Might Return
Please do not think that there is anything wrong with my life...I thank all who are concerned but I am merely trying to take a walk down the dark side of life...thank you all my friends
~Haiku~ Take the rest of me
Inspired by Swan87's.......What do you want.
~~~~ Where Did She Go ~~~~
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