Pain is my friend
Song...
QUESTION......
A trueful answer can differ to what was first implied......because sadly some people are not truthful.......and we have to protect oneself
behind closed doors
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS What do we know when a door is shut to of unforseen activities obscured from our view. Will the shouts and screams now explode in the night from warring couples angry hell bent on a fight. maybe it's quiet silent so deathly
dark colours
opening in horror mouth severing tongue ruptured emotions spilling hurt burning heartaches teardrops of anguish no more happiness inside thorns tear in torment inside out no compassion with that of sympathy blue cold beating turning
we are the ones of the shadows
There is not much to say. I feel it says it all.
~~~~~ FRIENDSHIP~~~~~
Friends of all kinds just stopping by for a short write and to say I miss my P. Corner~~~~
Monster(I am)
Such is man...were it not so!
Raw
. Reflections .
Red spring
I was going to write some other poem about the spring i love so much...but i cannot do it now... my brain is completely blocked.........
white heart
Behind the beating shell The pulse of life The beating heart The white exteria The white hardend shell Strong but fragile Easliy broke The beating pluse that drive the heart Pulse the vains The rivers of blood The yellowed narrowed
war of the soul
greed tantes everything
Confession
I wrote this in order to help reveal to my mom about my vile obsession towards my unhealthy coping mechanism due to the abuse I endured as a child.
Abyss
Drowning in the abyss, frightened by the observation. Tales to tell, no tongue to say them in. Terror in the screams I hear, leave me frozen by fear. Monsters with familiar faces, tainted is their dialogue. Crazy is my state
if you're reading this
If you're reading this I'm no longer around it's a note I left I hope it's found when life is tricky you gamble cares so I slid down the apples and pears my rent was due and life got cheap finance drove off with my off road sheep my
A thousand islands in the sea
A thousand islands in the sea I am an island, all on my own, Eroded by the oceans foam, God’s heaven temporarily on loan, Like a grazing sheep, free to roam. A thousand islands in the sea, A plethora of souls isolated like me, I am a chron
Mind Splinters.
The darkness is surreal in this tomb.
The me inside
Something strange I found in meditation...
If my soul ......
When a wing of a Angel are touch you
Damaged People (short poem)
online deception...
The Puppet Master
Dance, my little pretty, dance. As I pull the strings she rises off the floor. Gracefully I dance her across the stage. How pretty she looks dressed in black. Short high
~~Silent Prayer~~
Some may know back in 2007 I lost my son Nathan to a bad hunting accident . He was only 20 years old at the time this month he would of turn 27 so my heart continue to hurt and linger on hard with unanswered moments and this is when my writing just pops into my head and here is another example of what happens in my writes and hope you all can enjoy this one as I am missing my only boy I have ever had. R.I.P. Nathan Wayne
Darker Side of the Moon
Stress, Hate, Rage, Loneliness......ripping, tearing, Fighting its way into my soul like an uncontrollable wild fire.... Solace I seek, but the Bone-deep weary tiredness keeps my Feet from leaving the road. I'm on a dusty broken path Strewn
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Buchenwald concentration camp, visited 3rd Sept 91
I worked with my son for a period of time in East Germany, my son, jovial by nature, one would here his laughter long before one saw him, we on a rainy Sunday, visited Buchenwald, the ewperience left him mute for three days, alas we of my generation protected our children from the horrors of humanity, sadly the passing years have done little to eradicate the cruelity of war.
"Move on, nothing here to see"
A poem long needed, thanks to my friend RD..
Through The Mirror
Through the mirror I did stride And met my evil self There he was on the other side As bold as you could please What brings you here He spoke, a snarl upon his face Go, leave, or I'll turn you Into another one like me Face to face I stood wit
Warriors journal
Maybe a past life...
The Mind And Body ch1 : The free spirit.
I have been writing stories for a long time but this the first one I've ever done done in poetry it will be covering a lot of dark subject in a manner of metaphorical exaggeration. I hope you enjoy and If you do get some inspiration from this feel free to use what you want I have never tried to claim fame from my works but I also have never try to take from anyone.
The Cycle
When tomorrow shatters yesterday And your life is only wreckage From depths of despair demons rise To dance across your memories Through your eyes the pain invades Like a star going super nova Then the sound like a sonic boom It splits your
Lost Things
(In a future where art and literature are not only banned, but destroyed… Written for The Vita BioGen Legacy: Gods)
Celestial Realm Captains
just trying to be ironic .. but not always successful (((
The happy mask
No sense in ruining the party for everyone...
Scorpio ( challenge)
I'm a Scorpio and have had Black Emperors for pets...they really are the tamest of creatures...
Homeless writing
I am a published writer with print books on Amazon. Check out 'Searching for Lydia'; I have PTSD from working in too mny war zones around the world. So I named my condition, 'Lydia', and made her into a lovely, dark haired, green eyed ghost that adores me and will never leave me. One either deals with it, or eats a bullet. The writing of free verse is a wonderful diversion; just a moment of practicing. Thanks for allowing me to visit.
From a Dream
Six blackened wing flew above the evergreen A coarse hoax were the hoarse croaks These harbingers of a dark dream be From the frosty North appeared suddenly Circling high above slumbering sight The omens finger pointing left then right Midd
HOW I IMAGINE IT TO HAVE BEEN
THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND, AT LEAST I CHOOSE TO CALL HER THAT WITHOUT HER PERMISSION AND MORE GREAT NEWS 'I THINK I FOUND MY LATEST MUSE but hush because she doesn't know
The Surface
I often feel like theirs a Pinky and The Brain in my head.
An Image Of Me
Just plain ol dark
PREDATOR
A brief visit to the dark side....lol....xxx
the pres, the pope and a dope
SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET
Betrayal Ire
Betrayal Rise Betrayal Fall Betrayal Ire Time for a Rain check! ! ! Pay back
The Mind
words that come from mind the good and bad from mind advise different elements from mind