disappearance
For whatever it's worth. Thanks all for reading
tortured hearts
I love you who is unkind to me selfish one who has me not in his thoughts, feelings unwelcomed to man from heart against both, i fought. I love you who hurts me so sword in hand against me you strike i fall to rise, to cradle you i feel
Witched Wolf
Did a different take from little red ridding hood.
my shadow man.
~dont judge me by my past, judge me by how far I've come.~ X
PAIN
Just had enough experience to understand PAIN, so I jotted this down. added (2) 6/3/18 TWK-3/22/22
JACK WITH A BEER BACK
THIS IS A POEM
Monster Inside of My Closet
Pulling out some old vinyl and chose to listen to some Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon, then I don't know, this is what I came up with....
The cold world
rewrite...a little from the past and a little from the here and now...
The Court of Hades pt1
Many I subscribe will shy away from this subject, a long poem about s*xual abuse of young children, the opening lines the innocence before abuse and the introductory phase of abuse, to be carried forward in part 2. I make no apology for writing on this subject.
sometimes there's shadows.
sometimes... i walk out of the shadows i wonder... what is it like to make love... im sure its a different experience than just getting f*cked sometimes... i wait for the shadows i wonder... do they ever
Dialogue with the death angel
Just contemplating..An existential write..Thank you..
AISHA
In a practice known as baad, Aisha's father promised her to a Taliban fighter when she was 12 years old as a compensation for a killing that a member of her family had committed. She was married at 14 and subjected to constant abuse. At 18, she fled the abuse and was caught by the police, jailed and returned to her family. her father returned her to her in-laws. To take revenge on her escape, her father-in-law, husband and three other family members took Aisha to the mountains, cut off her nose and ears and left her to die. She was still alive however, and managed to crawl to her grandfather's house from where her father smuggled her to an American medical facility where she was looked after for ten weeks. Subsequently, she was brought to the US where she under went further treatment. (Poetic Prose)
wish i wasnt me
just because...
Tremble my heart.
Tremble my heart, follow my lead this way. Listen to the violins, before they begin to play. As the doves cry, in sorrow & the hogs, grunt at the moon. They will be waiting for you In a ditch meant for your tomb Listen to the mockingbir
SO HORRIBLY UNKIND
Life ain't right sometimes. In spite of our attempts to cope we can't seem to iron out all the wrinkles. We seem paused (stuck!) in a terrible place where our dreams appear gone forever and all we focus on is our problems, past, present, and future.
Tempest's Gurl
I wrote this base on someone She is very deadly looking Especially her eyes ... Well nothing to be attracted about Unless you are a moth ...
be prepared
I am so sad for the mindless attack of terror in our midst. Belgium followed from Paris, and who is next? Be very vigilant and observant that these will come to pass. Thanks all for your read.
Hallway ...
A Dream ...
Depression
My Mother suffered from depression all her life and eventually took her own life. This poem is a reflection of how I understood her illness, seeing the darkeness that surrounded her.
Questions
The eternal question ... what if you had but hours left to live
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
My Lilith
Carla..In a dark mood tonight..Thank you for reading my humble verse...
Shot at Dawn.
Many of the atrocities of the first world war have faded into history, this typical of the many extremely young men shot at dawn, who in general had suffered the effects of many a horrific battle, were, sick, cold, hungry tired and terrified, seeing their comrades bombed, gassed and cut to ribbons, many lied about their age to fight for King and country, found themselves frozen by fatigue and fear and were charged with cowardice, and within a day without legal representation found guilt and hastily shot at dawn by their comrades. Since I wrote this so many years ago, these brave young men have received a pardon and a memorial erected in their name.
~pastured "Time"~
Is it relevant to a place Where a heart has concern Did you ever believe Oh your thoughts will say yes. As you walk about the journey Yes the one that you know Blood was on fire Feet were alive Eyes they engulfed All they could take Do you
Faded Angel
Lying on the grass in Newtown Cemetary To see the setting Sun in his hot ire Drown in a riot of colour - soon sparkling sky - As Titan sinks now in a sea of fire. Bright trace remains- although the day must die - The sinking sun to night almost
New Poem Title that is really really really long
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i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
Separate
Something from a more adolescent time Im 34 now.losing a daughter lead to drinking, drugging ,and anger that lead to growing up.I wrote this not sure if Id post it, but why not? May not be Hotel California but these were my own demons and devices I had to overcome.
sweetest drink
Dark and Moody one
To a Miser
All your life - you've heaped up all your gold; - You think you've got some substance in this world? Though surely - you must know - that its a shame - When history - will soon forget your name. All your hours - you've hard pinched ever
Darkened
Just how I am feeling here of latly
my crazy psyche.
There's a craziness inside me, I'm afraid to let out. It provokes & disturbs me, Sometimes I need to scream, out loud. It's not a danger to anyone, It's just a voice, I hear. A voice without reason, That I cannot share. Sometimes the voice t
next time, I'll get a good one
there's no pleasing some people
The court of Hades, Pt 2
the continuation from Part 1
Court of Hades, finale
I know that this completed poem is longer than usual, I hpe you will read and better understand the trauma of child abuse
darkest night
As I lay in this darkened room my breath so still memories of your face burn though me like crystallised fire your memory fades and I scream with pain how much longer will Iie hear in this darkened room will your not take me now from my do
Concentration Camps
Just got done watching a documentary on concentration camps.
~For a "BUCK"~
"d*ck Doo"= when the belly sticks out more than the "d*ck Doo".
Almost Drowning
*Narrabeen - A Sydney beach The true story of how I almost drowned on Christmas Day, when I was nine years old, and how my father rescued me - saving my life. ^ edit.......17/6/20 (Sydney).
Make You Wonder
Reflections on Memorial Day.....
Awoken
Haiku style influenced prophesy of the second coming of Christ. Why not? Watch out Godzilla, here's comes JC !! :)