The Rise Of The Fall
Screams shatter the silence of night And pierce the souls of the innocent Angels weep and hot tears they fall Each drop that lands like acid burns Four horsemen ride across the land Unimaginable is the woe they bring Deep in caverns where
The insane
I take back from the mind of the insane I walk away ashamed I come to test the validity of the rest of life is this such a hike to the unknown I creep an moan to fall on sacred knives to let them see it was not part of my insanity it was just a kille
SILENT VOICES for yankee,s challenge
A poem written 2013 and nothing changes so i brought it back
—-I am a broken heart—-
My life is a funeral dying in life living in death remains not yet to be sold beginning to old, to many deaths to many ways to call it home, the remains to be left with all this alienation building from all things, starting over and over until I find
Black Christmas
The poem Black Christmas was an unscheduled poem I created in 2012 that was going to be posted in 2013, but I thought it was a topic that needed to be seen by all, as this poem is based on actual fact, and this is actually happening now throughout the world, yes I brought this poem forward and posting it was paramount for today's society, some people may agree with this poem, others may not, I leave the judgement to the poetry fans to decide, it is controversial I know but it is also a true fact of life, so please enjoy Black Christmas.
Poem Poem Girls
Winter is colder than sun Sun is hotter than winter Some cats are very meow, others are not Mice are very tricky Mars is not so far So let's be together
"TORMENTED DREAMS" 7/11/2014
I wrote this song for the album i call "AT THE GATES OF OBLIVION" I Wrote this album in 3 & 1/2 days. their are 14 songs on this one. hope u enjoy this one... ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,... lol...
in the spark of night
A love poem just hit me.!
Earth's Kitchen/ Lightworker lament
Sore throats, viruses, coughs, colds and spluttering grief, unhappiness, all kinds of suffering traffic jams, supermarkets and leaks to the guttering obesity, drug dealers and and everyday ills motorbikes, prams and too many bills talk shows, fo
tall PHAWL DOWN
I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~
The Lost Boy's Club
I was told that this club exists in a dingy back street in a capital city near you. You will find it if you seek hard enough. When you find it let me know as I am still looking for it.
The Truth Behind a Hopeless Friendship
Um.. don't quite know why I wrote this..
An eyesore's heart
I saw you in the dead of night A thirst for blood was in your eyes I tried to run but still I stared When I looked again it's as if you were never there I was never affraid Still felt compelled to hide But you went away And that is why I cri
EXIST NO MORE
what if this is how we will end
WILLIAM WINTER
True part of Northumbrian history
destroyed
God you watching Your planet earth All the destruction The wars and infightin Why do you allow this to go on Does it give you pleasure to watch this turmoil Destruction of your creation your once Vegitative earth are you sending your
Hibernation
All is done now and I packed all into my saddle bags, mounted them on to my new horse with all country flags. Riding slowly away from rugged mountain terrain which was, for so long my home, Mixed nostalgia setting in but I am finally free to roa
Six sides
Slams the door Heavy the hinges grinds that Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before Light flickers Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard Six sides one is trapped One sits to one fate to one's dispair Stench of
Dynamite
Anger Management
Castaway
Others of you I'm sure feel it too, I'm lost and alone in this life sometimes...
D.T.
The other day indeed, With my shoe, on the wall, I killed a centipede Which was not there at all. How can that be? It's very simple, you see - Just the beginning of D. T. When the pink alligator And the tiger without a head Begin to take s
My life
I'm worn down fourty hours at a jog I hate My life is unwinding its just to late Its hard to keep goin I just want to stop I'm at the bottom I cant't see the top I'm slowly dieing my soul is crushed I keep yelling but my voice is hushed I want to be
Undeserved and/or Undesired
Wishing to right a wrong you know nothing about Living a life filled with self doubt Knowing not for what you are punished each day Wondering if God hears when you pray Is like always walking with needles in you feet Making you afraid to trust
I See
Your scars you hide them well On your legs beneath your jeans And long sleeves hide your arms Your abdomen crisscrossed Even your chest bears marks You hide them well so no-one sees But I look in your eyes and I see The pain and anguish within
De Vaju
I can't help but feel A slight trace of de vaju Seeing the same scene replay Over and over right in front of you. Just predicted were all dying From the same sickness While handing out advice As if it were prescribed Were all just the same T
I AM
The pain and self loathing after a break up.
Love Lies Bleeding
An epic love of tragic proportion. I wrote this poem for my 4th book, YA Paranormal Fantasy, to be released in the Fall of 2015.
ALL I WANTED IS TO BE LOVED
Its about my friend kiled himslef cause all he wanted was love .
Green
Jealousy is an all consuming thing that destroys you from the inside out!
THE RAVEN / O CORVO
Here is the Portuguese translation by Fernando Pessoa (brilliant!!): http://brunabrito.quadrinho.com/crown/alanpoe.htm
Transcendance
Ash and steel, the color of the sky. The world weeps, for all graves overflow. But I possess a burning b rand, a divine Disruption. A Holy Light. Even so, my legs and broken, my wings torn From their sockets, my divinity disrupted. I see where
Show me
This is a self-degrading poem. You need to tear yourself down, else you shall be built up too unnaturally high and thus fall even further into despondency if and when you do fall from such lofty heights.
Singularity
I feel it The weight pressing in crushing me into a lone quantum singularity I am tired I am weak but my gravity draws you in Are you the light that can free me Do you have the strength to lift this weight To lift this curse I'm ca
switching channels
written in my journal, many years ago. that's one crazy journal.
The Lost Boy's Club (Billy Boyd)
Keep the secret
Walk on the Black Side
Sun has sunk below horizon And darkness creeps on in Arctic winds blow through soul And shatters all hope within Vultures peck at sightless sockets Deep to reach the brain therein Carrion eaters gather round To tear the flesh from bones W
HEAVEN'S HOARDS
BECAUSE TOMORROW IS SUNDAY BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S SILENT OR NOISY
In The Arms Of Morheus
Entwined in the arms of Morpheous He sends forth visions When light of the day filters in And night relinquishes it's last hold They become but a bitter sweet memory Let them not fade away In day's cruel bright light For I would rather seek re
teef tsrst daed
this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection
A True Story
I started writing this quite a while back. It is a true story with names changed. I came across this when I had my counselling practice. I was working with the client for quite a while with little results. One day she came and told me about this man that approached her on the street corner and how she gave her heart to Jesus. She was a completely changed person and I saw her a few months later on the street on the arms of a gentleman. Finally finished the poem. It is in three parts by design.....thank you.... I should add that Uncle Lester has long since passed away.
Glow Worm
Elaboration on the axiom "Nuke them till they glow". Coda to the "End of Days".