Sick and tired...
Guess I just need a nap or something...
THE POSSIBLE------------>
It is okay to dream
cruel potato
hello potato man picking on me now loveless in the heart how dare you after attacking my girlfriend your pretty sick if you ask me striking a cruel blow just attacked me for no reason in your written words on winged pegasus d
The wishing well
HMMMMMMM!!...........Andrew.......xxx
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Clarification to My Poetry-Readers
And of me say the fools: I entered the lodges of women And never left. And they call for my hanging, Because about the matters of my beloved I, poetry, compose. I never traded Like others In Hashish. I nev
Miloas
What fiend attacks me now? I'm not sure why or how. It's ice and then it's fire. Will I reach my one desire? My moods are like the shadows that come and go at will, rising even higher and falling deeper still. In solitude, I wr
BRICK WALL IN MY MOUTH
This poem is about when my uncle molested me as a seven years old girl in a wheelchair. It only end when I was ten years old, because he got married
The power of words and the power of meaning behind the song...
A poem on loss a song that relates to the inner feelings, deep within the soul a song that helps you to reflect to understand each emotion...
Insomnia
Pale under the moon through the glass his limbs still and soon before storm clouds pass over the house and fill it with darkness she'll slip in beside him as into a pool. Warm ripples will lap her thighs,brim her breasts,spool her clo
Going Mad
Walking straight, going mad rebelling fate, looking glad feeling hate, being sad carrying weight, hurting bad alone a man with no men manned owner of nothing, but dirt and sand a scar a bruise, he will stand for a choice he had made, t
Leave me alone...
I hate it, I can't forget you, Can't erase the day I met you...
The Mysterious Crystal Ball
This piece of poetry is more a narrative of history, 2nd last poem I wrote of my original collection in the 2000s
in this life
this poet has a hard time understanding why it always seems that the kind-hearted people seem to get the worst diseases..so i question why? we've all been to this place before..this is just my words,but it still doesn't answer why?
Law man
Got me by the balls man, they say I'm bang to rights, I'm entitled to a law man, but moneys way too tight throw me to the dogs man, though I done nothing wrong, hounded by the cops now, Now I'm standing strong charged without convic
I TAUGHT JAMES DEAN HOW TO BE COOL
YEAH, I MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE AND JAMES DEAN WRITES ME TO REQUEST THAT I TEACH HIM HOW TO BE COOL. HEY, I'M SO COOL HOW COULD I SAY NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UN-COOL
NOTHING LEFT
Not much to say about this one. It's dark but I like it
Do We Care?
Sometimes you have to shout out your defiance
Dark Angel (couplet)
Her radiance hidden from sight the Dark Angel stalks the night secret dark paths she follows her quiver full of poison arrows Searching for the evil hearts to tear apart sweethearts carry off the essence of soul leaving the other without con
World of hurt
To be continued...
Drifting Away.
Gushing in with such a forceful rage, Wave, after wave of words, pulling me down, Into their deep And violent, Deafening sea, Breaking, and crashing Against me, Before I drown.
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"A mouthful of cold wedges require forced swallow– oysters slide delightfully" COM
pleasant dreams and white lines
she gathered her thoughts in a dream just for now only good things untill she awakens to find her kill on the table next to her bed a thin white line so she grabs a needle shakes her oh god the feeling of dynamite in her arm no thoughts no dreams jus
Your Hand Over My Mouth
This poem is for all the couples out there that either have the girl domanating the relationship or the man. It can go either way. But at the end neither one can help themselves.They have to give in.
Done
Sick of crying, Tired of trying, No more lying Inside I’m dying! All the bleeding, No longer needing, No more pleading Death is succeeding!
Morbid thoughts ... Why?
We are but an awaiting shore to be washed out by the stormy sea, An insignificant human that’s what we be! An insect, a bug that crawls or flies, Who only lingers on earth and then surely dies! A flickering star that was born up in the sky,
THE EMPTY GARDEN
a very dark poem,inspired by this dark rainy day....and my thoughts about how my life has turned out up to this point....dark thoughts can be written on paper..its scary isnt it.
Negative Everything
the world it suffers as it turns to face the sun. light and heat warms up the death and the living ones. dark filled hearts want to kill as they turn from cops to run. cross fire everywhere they're hit now falls their guns. die because you will
Why Should I live
I wrote this poem after my brother told me what kind of person I am
the skeletons
as the skeletons fall out of the cupboard spiders webs attached the distraction slowly crawls out a web of lies like leaches your drained of all truth sucked in with lies like a snake i swallowed everyone now i spit them back with venom
Carrie: Differences in the new movie
I enjoyed the new version, but found it a little hard to see the actress as a victim after seeing her in Kickass and Kickass 2.
this SINner was NO WinNEr
i ain't never been no saint but beieve me, she's been a whore for us just for smokes)
DARKNESS..A.R.R..
TO DARKNESS..
The Beginning
Dead as far as eye can see Scattered all around her No sound to be heard, no living thing Alone, she was lost and lonely Slowly she rose, looked around Surely there was a way to escape here With careful steps around bodies she trod There had
feast of all souls
A heavy weight Black shadows Upon the shoulders Halloween night Passover of souls Lead heavy As wings fall Expelled from The garden That of Eden Bent down In grief I cried love lived My burning passion Shattered to be
Heavy Heart
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A Page to Kiss
To feel that warmth.
Switch of Time
best to wear a life jacket
Pritel
just of feeling disconnected with the world and those around it. the trials faced alone and the unrelenting battle between self and reality.
'Ghost Trawler at the Bottom of the Sea'
'Ghost Trawler beneath the Sea' In the depts of the Sea you rot away.You brought my Husband with you to the bottom of the Sea.I will never forgive you for it as you had no compassion for
Death's Bell Chime
We know not where and when
ghost
I feel your presence Your shadowry figure Your heavy breathing The cold of your breath The air chilled On the room where you enter I don't hear the door open But I feel you standing there Icy cold The hairs stand up I feel cold as yo