Secret Eyes
A fire beneath
Her
A love affair that ends with three friends going separate ways. I wrote this in 1997 and only recently was reunited with my long lost folder..maybe some are good I dont know.Sure I'll post one or two for feedback
Picky and Lonely
A little bedtime story kiddies...
Alone
From self-love & acceptance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUVaQLSJUcg&index=17&list=PLAcPQaZVp85bdC5qHoNwCoPvcSlKzDMyh
Anorexic Anxiety
it's you who needs a clue. to be able to eat and chew. able to swallow and grow. create an appetite to blow. able to be concerned. of what you know and what you learned. it's not a question of why? this problem is all in the mind. it's me w
Deception
What darkness can lurk behind a gentle smile
heart
as the night falls down dead in colourless thoughts polluting inner eye drifting about lifeless waters in storm swell creeping out of shadows strangling emotions choking the life in the host deep frozen chilled cutting to the bone in
Overcast
There's a sadness, Deep and vast, When I open up the past, Dark stormy memories flash, Briefly driving shadows back, Illuminating forgotten facts, Till I slowly close the hatch, And leave them in the inky black...
The Unknown
What is that sound beneath my bed Or is it something that’s in my head The sound of claws upon the wall Footsteps that echo down the hall The scuttling sound upon the floor The persistent banging on the door A silent scream that’s barely
poltergeist the unseen
POLTERGEIST THE UNSEEN in the still of the night a presence out of sight lingers in waiting anticipating. It's statically charged powerful source its force unprecedented antagonistic in its speed it will feed on your mind. Ornaments plates on a
Shadows on the Cobblestones
Walking in London along the Thames River
tired girl
you see what you want to see, never look past to just me. In a world of half truths you judge but have no proof. here I stand with no shame a powered girl who wants no fame. The lonely path of a broken world, head held high but a shattered g
"BORN INTO DARKNESS" 6/26/2013
This song will be on a conept album i wrote about Vampires, one of my favorite nocturnal hunters... the album is called... "THE STAINED AND THE DYING" i do have over 77 song lyrics I've wrote about vampires. and they're all different...
Dead Things
Would the world still move forward without me, my absence unnoticed? Am I cruel to dream of a world that ends when I do?
Hate Us
fighting the world and all its glory. wishing for the living to tell a true story. hoping for the dead to live once again. living for the dying is nothing but a sin. what is the reason for them all to live? are they able to vouch in what they wa
the man inside.
Madness slowly gathers me In its chilly embrace I watch from the corner of my eye Its sinister smirk Then I fall and fall into the depths Of its empty cold dead soul Contently I lay there Huddled in the corner Of its darkest walls Anticipa
Insignificant - inspired by "Bottom Line"
I came across "looknshare's poem titled Bottom-line" and somehow inspired me to put these lines together... an acknowledgement... I realize sometimes it pays to listen or at least acknowledge love one's efforts to reach out before it's too late...
Darker Side Of Me
just another one of my songs
The Unholy one and God
The Lord of Flies, The Unholy one!!! King of this world, Commander of 1/3 of heaven's army, The morning star, Fallen ArchAngel!!! Beauty unmatch in god's creation, The greatest composer ever! SOLOMON no match to his wisdom and knowledge! Bi
Clouds
It's about a person challenging and managing a mental illness not myself I may add,
Inner self
Just a little convo with myself...
Contemporary Hook Up
Was is just a mirage?
future
just thinking
I Killer
Really dark I know, I just wrote what came to me.
Age of the Soul!
On the dark side! Needs a Ray of Sun!
lost
life
THE SIDE EFFECT OF SOBERNESS
I'm not in the habit of drinking when sober But even old habits can be sometimes be broken I don't stain my thought with filthiness, I'm usually not sleepless when I am asleep I don't wright about difficult early mornings, because I have go
Random 1
Random thoughts upon awakening.
Saved
Time to write another poem Verses appear magically Where do these come from Does the muse create And so the writer penetrate So anon, The earth turns on We the planet’s infestation Are permitted to stay on But for how long sustained And
Foreign Soil
I was listening to a song the other day and this came out of it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urtiyp-G6jY&feature=kp
Dreaming
While the nation mourns for dead police officers who mourns for us? Could these senseless tragedies have been avoided?
Sonnet #17
In the earlier sonnets, the poet's main concern was to persuade the youth to marry and reproduce his beauty in the creation of a child. That purpose changes here in Sonnet 17, in which the poet fears that his praise will be remembered merely as a "poet's rage" that falsely gave the youth more beauty than the youth actually possessed, thus expressing an insecurity about his poetic creations that began in the preceding sonnet. This disparaging tone concerning the sonnets is most evident in line 3, in which the poet characterizes his poetry as a "tomb." Such death imagery is appropriate given the frequent incorporation of time, death, and decay images throughout the first seventeen sonnets. Ironically, the poet, who has been so concerned about the young man's leaving behind a legacy at death to remind others of his priceless beauty, is now worried about his own future reputation. Will his poems be ridiculed by readers who disbelieve the poet's laudatory praise of the young man's beauty? Not, says the poet, if the youth has a child by which people can then compare the poet's descriptions of the youth's beauty to the beauty of the youth's child — now asking the youth to have a child in order to confirm the poet's worthiness. The sonnet's concluding couplet links s*xual procreation and versification as parallel activities: "But were some child of yours alive that time, / You should live twice — in it and in my rime." The poet's task is an endless struggle against time, whose destructive purpose can only be frustrated by the creation of fresh beauty or art, which holds life suspended.
one in the round
for your consideration
During a Ceasefire
STOP MAKING SENSE!!
Torment
Torment In shallow waters, fighting to catch my breath, drowning in pain and sorrow, reaching for the surface that's out of grasp. Shadows are all that remain, in the darkness of all this pain, I can't perceive the dream, and it mak
Troglodyte Cave Diary
Racing to the hidden cave scratched bones upon the wall a refuge within a darkness lit of memories told the warm of fire shall not engulf the trembling bodies of fear It must go out! but to open the lids of sight heaving breathes
She Sang with Rapture
Into the silvery moon beans stepped a damsel most comely, hair spun like gold shiny dagger at her waist kept clasped towards her victims she was so ice-cold She enticed them into her dark world there to seduce and send them insane captivated
From my mentor
But, it is what it is
Untitled
Haven't posted any poems in a while and thought I would share one. Hope all here are doing well. :)
entitlement
. inside the heart starts to die outside the fire starts to burn living with regret never trusting faces never seeing people untrustworthy uncapable dealing stealing mayhem disorder chaos lost faith fighting to disrupt trying to kill the corrupt sne
past last at the from
because much as the Bible was dictated so men would scribe his words, instead i heard the voic of the dearly departed Mr. William Burroughs..there was a dude who wrote a lot of stuph and injected a lot of stuph
In the shadow of the dark!
you never really know!