Darkness Falls
Tears roll down my cheeks tonight The soil beneath my feet in blight Is it because I stand upon this earth, to spread my poison on? The darkness inside Spreading outwards to destroy Noone to protect you Or hear you cry All alone you'll be
The fight i Cannot Win.....
this fight I canot win , a pain that buries it's self inside, covering all the angles that keep me tied down with unbreakable chains, and only gets worse as times passes by I try to run and hide but like a dark cloud with my name on it, following me
Blogging
With anger and hostility They will gather to view Running their mouths off As they all do No talent to call on So tear it all down I care not I hear not For I'm just a clown
Oh My God!
spooky my bones shiver
Surreal Indulgence
MY writing says all Soph I had fun xx
space time
i had a dream like seaweed creeping over inside dark horse in hell floating upside down in a pond within a jelly like substance taking over the brain cutting haxsaw tearing beauty asunder grinding down pain look into this soul in
Netherscape
Hmm.
SHE'S STILL HONKING
I CAN'T I'VE KEPT THAT LADY WAITING BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW ONE JOINT TURNS INTO TWO, AND THREE
The Mind And Body ch2: the Lady Black
This is the second part to the poem. And the struggles within are not light hearted and to those who have over come them be proud of what you have done and hold not regret for the past but hope for the future.
The tears when an angel cries
Also angels cry
The period
Period...
The Shadow
This poem is about our dark reflection image..."The Shadow" Editor: Marikia Written: 15 March 2013
The Reaper
The reaper stands behind me As the blood drips from my wrist Now death is all I can see And I do not try to resist I am summoned to the dark side Rather than go into the light By the devil's rule I must abide For Satan's wrath is tight I sud
be with me..or die!
#@@^$@$^$#@#&(^&^^$%#@#@#@!!!!!!!!!!just slightly unstable right now...just add gasoline.
Mind
So who are you in wanton state, arrived too early? perhaps too late?, to herd the clowns and lead them on, into oblivion, till they are gone. The noise of silence is shrill and loud, it breaks you up, not make you proud, arise and take all you
Space Cowboy
Happy trails!
Earth Calling Me Home
In 1980 I flew to Zambia. In fact then and now I fly often enough to experience emergencies. In 1980 considered what could happen. I prepared myself by writing this poem.
bird of the night
Just thought
Automatic Peril
Lost in a land - all alone - far from home. Nowhere to go - no place to hide. So little truth and too many lies. Violence and greed and religious beliefs. Murder and crime and circumcision - the babies bleed. War and hunger - lust in love.
FULFILLMENT
Just full of big dreams
Dragons
Fiery breath Teeth like blades Scales to protect Eyes dark Penetrating. Stare Wing s ready to take the air To fly upoun the naked winds To glide with ease To draw the dragons breath To fly and pounce To stare upon the dragond bre
I'm a strange poet
There you are, I have some most beautiful friends here on PC, now don't send me any ears! Soph xx
My brothers
I lost my brothers at different times.One was young and one was in his twenties.I know of one I can remember him well but the youngest one I can not relate to I can only tell you this.He was a little soul not doing well so God took him home to rest a
My dark night
This is a piece I wrote years aback about the struggles I've had to face and eventually overcome having been a victim of child s*xual abuse.
Painted Face
Each phone call beneficial to the one on the other end. Who does the rock with the weight of the world on his back lean on. Happy voice and the positive attitude is just the paint on the face of one devastated. I built myself to adapt, but hate w
Unspoken
I am the voice unspoken, The song without words, I am music without notes. I am faceless, featureless… “Bleed me dry” I whisper to dry hearts, “Take my life” I taunt with my eyes. “Take it all” You know the truth of it… ”Kill me her
!The Crippled Wise Old Man Said.....
Hi People, just a tongue in cheek tale ....food in pictures never look like that in a carton box do they...
To achieve what i desire
yes i try to describe what i am experiancing at this momment of time however i feel i cannot describe it well to justify my thoughts i ask those to be patient on a later poem to continue this
the phone
In my house the day was going great the phone had perfect timing, because I just ate I normally wouldn't answer but, today was different I wanted to hear a voice even, a pointless sentiment Now I woke up pretty early my head was still I
barred
crawling over the light, death inside dark the horrors of hell, standing the hair upon my head einsteine decayed rotten words in ice cold feelings, open mouthed I screamed from the inside no words found you just the sound of teard
The Dark Side!
Lonely, Tis naught but the black hole of the mind! Beware the monster of loneliness is on the prawl!
There can be only One!
I mis-spelt his name on purpose!
“In check”
Poem # 91
Harsh Lives
Soul heavy, lined with gravel Soft imaginings swift unravel Breath of hope kissed my face Transient, gone, without a trace Dread bends its dull, dry back Thickly points to all that’s lack Total empty now, complete Loss is full and round, reple
"For the Love of Abbey #26"
I really am a happy soul! "frantically waving!! Sophia X A... ma.....lone moment..X Theatre is such a personal stage and yet so truely pimpernel and that's very cool.. SS
Viking Plunder
The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell Silently they landed, ferocious was
A bad dream
Self explanatory
a memory of death
a life of neglect turns from the inside out, a statement of regret suffers from the outside looking in, am i looking for a purpose to not find death, is it still within is there something to let it begin, im not here for your abuse, do you think that
Night Terror
I am out there ... are you next on my menu ... beware ... it might be you I am coming for
missing
The night sky turns black, no light can break through its knitted so tight there’s a mist flouting on the wind it’s surrounding, caging me in it’s in my lungs, my body I’m covered Boxed in by thoughts that are my own, Lost con
loneliness 2.
loneliness acute, deep unyeilding, follows, silently breathe friendship there loneliness
Convict Chains
* The Cat "O" Nine Tails (a whip used to punish convicts). ** Foveaux, a particularly cruel Govenor; in charge of the convict settlement on Norfolk Island.