war-child
inspired by the song~when the children cry~my take on a very powerful and sad song by the band white lion,the message is clear.love over war.
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Embers glow in thine eyes,silent lips on flight. Fires burning in the soul causing sprit fleeing loves bow. Heat sweltering in the heart making tears river flow, Begging,waiting for lifes plights ending with no where to go.
the girl had enough
This piece was a totally different process for me, I've never took a bit of my life and threw it in a fictional story and made the story into a poem.So I would really appreciate any comments, I love comments anyway good or bad I can take construtive crictism and am fully aware that my spelling sucks sometimes (luckly when I write for work I have an editor right *lol*) so please comment away.
Pandemic
Streets silent Lockdown begins We hide from the unseen for the silent killer lurks On winds of breath carried blown in the wind can't be seen can't be heard you are there unseen life turned upside we hide inside alone in solitude in bu
Indifferent Star
* Nietzche
Break Down
This poem i wrote a few years ago...I was going threw a lot of personal self worth issues and was having a hard time following my mind or my heart.
Fooled
I won’t trust myself with you I throw it all away I won’t waste myself on you You could have fooled me. I don’t forgive you, Deceived by own self, Betrayed by emotions I won’t trust myself with you As I slip away! This is just what you w
JOHN DOE
vacant heart sacred stars of space. transparent lies of an unknown race. all the things i leave behind as i go. into the nothing where there's no hope. the people scream of losing time. when we push the limits to rewrite. i am someone don't tell me i
A thought
I wrote a poem. It was of sensuality, It was of intimacy, Not of sexuality. It Was of passion and desires. It was of me, asking My lover, to give Up her passion so I may have my desire. A critic told me this, Which I was unaware. To
Money
As a people some of us think that money can buy anything and everything
SO HERE'S YOUR BOUQUET OKAY?
THIS IS A POEM
Freedom of a Nomad
No love should come with a price.
Art
I'm manic depressive & i hate waking up. Self-medication can be dangerous, but so what? Paranoid of all people, perhaps a problem with trust. as the love in my heart, scatters away like dust. i would play all alone, because i don't have real frie
"UPON BLACK THOUGHTS OF MISERY" 5/5/2014
This song and actually the whole album is based on the pain i went through from my last gf who thought it was funny to rip out my heart.. the album is called "THE DARKENING" just remember Theresa, REVENGE IS SWEET, ... hahahahahahaha. ....
no shoulder to cry on
Feeling sad
The People are Strange
people around, humans lives.. words that come from my mind
I Am Here
I once had life All around The hustle and bustle Crying and laughter Love peered out From my windows And there On my manicured lawn They sat With their picnic Sh
time
The days go fast time ticks bye Forward hours pass Days are short Time not slow hours gone Moment in time Time lost Years gone Decades lost Age upon My. Mortal soul Time gone
my journey
On display In my glass coffin My body lay Placed in my coffin For all to see At peace I rest Dressed on my Sunday best I now sleep At peace I rest For my hardship My mortal sins My lifs toil My life now gone My life I hav
Drowning
i just like writing dark poetry,no real reason other then that.
DARK SHADOWS ( All rights reserved) R.B.
NIGHTMARES !
silver dust over blue sky
i just am
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Image of mine shattered by their lack of faith... The person they see is no longer i For he has dispersed from their memories Drowning within the many created lies Disgusted by their lack of trust Ripping all those loved ones ties Silenced and
HAIKU FOR YOU (with bonus feature of author's interpretation) - "What do ghost see in a mirror?"
"What do ghosts see in a mirror?" Oak's underbelly. where dreams appeal naturally mom slipped from the crypt. Oak's u
The Silent Telephone
LOVE LOST
Dreamscape
Slide into sleep with me and dream the nightmare waiting for my weary fingers weaving through his mane before the polished hoofs flash starlight the flaring nostrils puff with flames reflecting in the gleaming midnight eyes as I ride my will
A moment we lost..!
just a early moment.i remember camping in love..!wow..!
I Give Up
I want to die I don't even care if i don't even say good bye. Just wanna fall into a deep sleep that I'll never have to wake up from So just hand over the pills or give me a gun cause this life I'm in is no longer fun. I've been hurt too much I
Friends??????????????
THE TRUTH
OTHERS REAL LIFE
I DONT KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS. I WAS AT WORK AND THESE THOSE POPS IN MY HEAD. I WATCH TO MUCH LIFETIME LOL. BUT I KNOW THESE IS A PROBLEM, WE ALL MEED TO BE AWARE OF.
Hurt
Im trapped in this life of mine Created by failures and disappointments But they say everybody hurts Just really didn't think I had enough but just as I cherish the precious joy still everybody hurts, just some more than others. If I leave to
I
I tried your way of life, but I must have failed I heard no voice from up above Or felt the invisible hand of the righteous But I still prayed underneath the cypress I tried to your way of life, but I must have done it wrong I heard no angel si
The Eternal Fall
Not a light read, but an insight into a time when I felt alone and abandoned. Not for my taste, but how I felt after a rather dark time in my life. I also write childrens stories, ironic isn't it. 180 degrees from my poem I posted yesterday. I have more let me know what you want. kindly---Penwick
Out of control
In a world of jaded silence Spinning out of control I sit here in the shadows Watching the chaos The pandemonium The craziness of the world They run in circles Never going anywhere Just randomly running Till their time runs out Voices rise
Hiding in the Cupboard
Hiding in the cupboard He saw it all He saw the knife flashing He saw the blood flowing He saw the body hit the floor He saw the killer's face And in his mind these thoughts run around Too much for a child to bear One that watched his mother
ALIBIES AND ALIASES
THIS IS A POEM
Say Something ?
Say a word, say something O my dark beloved! Stir spring into my life! O my dark beloved! If you stir spring into my life, I will become a doe. In the dense garden of your beauty I will forage for fragrance. If you shoot arrows of separatio
An Awakening..
It's a funny old life, yet there must be some purpose surely?
darkness
The sun sets in the evening sky The dying blue sun kissed haze Darkness approches Creeping slowly in His dark cape Blanketing the Evening sky Envelopes Subdues Deathly darkness Engulffs all Taken beneath his darkend cape The stil
Midnight
The first gong strikes I can feel the power course through me As each gong strikes I become stronger Midnight is my time It is my time to roam and stalk Souls is what I seek As the last gong strikes I am free Once more to hunt Through ete
dead or alive
Buried in the sand Unknown that you are there Hidden from view Not a ripple or mound of dirt To tell if you are there No trace that you have been put there No sound no vibration No magnetic attraction On the streets of afganistan