Redrum
I wrote thiz becauze i'm getting angry and pizzed off and very evil thoughtz
Angel of Sin
I wrote this on my 18th birthday after my best friend and then bf ran off together.. tragic I know!!
i, i can turn a grey sky blue but not 4 u
this is a poem
Random Day, Random Stuff
A stuffy head, a weak body, a year to the day since the split I needed some peace Fred was in the other room with his spoilt son I’d just settled down I opened the first page of Viz BANG the door exploded open. Fred’s wife was ON FIRE sh
They will see...
This poem was written by me when I was upset at the world.
The Never Ending Night
This was one of my first published poems in which I have written.
Wrapped In Morbidity
Have to keep my hand in writing black poetry once in a while
METHINKS OLIVIA newton JOHN wants 2 kill the pope
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to the CENTURY's MURDER...
some TIMID ...they cant wait 7 days in SECLUSION
Bomfire
Who's this guy faulks his name Into the deapths To parliment he went Hired a basement His plot began He loaded the basement The gun powder He bought His explosive black gold Filled to the rafters His barrels of gunpowder He wai
My Journey Into Madness Part 2
As time went by, the illusion was clear, That wolf never changed, its what I always feared, Manipulation was his ongoing game, Brought disgust, to this family, a lot of shame. An then it happened I had a child of my own, It was the greatest fe
Old Bones
Sitting on a shoreline examining pieces of old fossilized bones.
Oh! My Cripled Soul
Oh, My Crippled Soul! Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed That which became my enemy was twice as bad I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned Oh, my crippled soul!
ATomic rain
Land bleak and torn Darkness decends Dust scatters the ground The white dust Death ,arks its name Poisin decay Fragmant of time Gone in a second Radiation white dust People now sleep Cowerd in dust Motionless Decay burns
To Pain.....
I open my deep blue..... Night is here, dancing shadows sneaks through the room, some scare, some run over the wall and hit back again..... I turn on the radio, music put out the silence and goes in takt with my heartbeat, slow, vibrant, it can
Symphony
I feel the Earth Is the violin. The sea is the bow. With the pulling of the Waves is the pulling of The bow. One last pull Of my waves like my Life before the strings Break and the wood Of the violin is burned To ashes.
secrets
something i wrote just today i hope you like it :]
Rebirth
All the Bad I Ever Did Now Lays Exposed No Longer Hid In Plain View of Judgment Eyes That Are Not Happy Till I Die. My Spirit Lives, Free From Chains No More Sorrow, No More Pain I Must Now Go To a Different Place And Watch My Body Laid To Was
Snaps
The twisting and turning, space and time. My head about to explode, pulling my spirit from my body. I feel it twist through the synapses, along the serotonin levels of time to begin to make me "Normal" The label I heave been given. Electric sho
Amnisty
This is about you.
Metamorphisis
My dreams are few and far between, with twisted anguish yet unseen, and laced with fear to make you screem. Parts of me have become insane, branding me with a moral stain, and shielding me from emotional pain. Logic keeps me strong and clea
Vino Veritas
Another Vodka, a few more beers, Salud, Sante, Good Health and Cheers, The heart is freed, the brain subdued, To be Honest, Crass, or Crude, Let feelings fly from numbing lips Who cares about Apocalypse Just shout it out, and let things go,
The Wastelands
I describe the realm of Hell.
"INTRO TO CHAOS/DAEMON part II~ARISENED" 5/17/2012
These 2 songs in one will be on the album DAEMON. part 3 Will be on another album. i was going to add more to daemon part 2 but i decided to leave it how it is... enjoy...
Synchronicity
I need some Synchronicity To have the possibility Of finding out how I can see the light The ones I want to talk to most Are the father son and Holy Ghost I need to know where I should be tonight. So Christine take us by the hand
Dancing in the dark
We all choose our own path...
tranquility nightmare 1
Thunderstorm warning in my head my foot inside the door. with opened eyes I breathe in whispers I stare into the darkness as shadows walk through me.did I die? did I live? As time transcends my heartbeat turns into an island drum I fly above the wid
untitled
twin sister estrangement
the tears a deadman cries
when she looked into his eyes she knew right and than when she saw the tear come out of his eyes she understood that the dead man was not crying for himself but he was crying for her for he felt the pain that was in her heart
Holes
I,m Down in a hole With no where to go Locked in this trap Inside my mind. Let me ask my inner self When no one is around Talking to shadows For answers unsure Pick like the game show But pick the right door. If not you will end up Among t
Theophany
Mortal sleeping Dreams and spirits Revelations.. Burning landscapes Black fire roses Cold soul judgment.. Cosmic starbursts Broken horses Bloody sandstorm.. Sick hearts kneeling Mountains falling Swords are laughing.. Fish
My chemical romance
These are the lyrics to the song The End by My chemical Romance, this song was a favourite and medicine to those lonely days. I owe thanks to these guys for inspiring me to write poetry. Thanks.
Some one
Its just another sad poem
a Place I Call Home
we all come from somewhere....
high noon two
Jessee two gun james leggs it out Of odettes saloon Want ed for murder his he He steals a horse tied to the post off he ride at speed Kicking his spares in deep His horse blood riden Exhusted hard riden The town folk gatherd b
Guilt
Guilt is not your friend, But is it…it depends Guilt, the stink of sludge And the color of mud Guilt, the reminder of the past Of harm and pain surpassed Guilt, is the devil in disguise Waiting for your soul to die Guilt, is
All different but the same.
This is a poem about the many facades of people.
older
creeping headache her cigarette her virtue blaze in your direction and further an eyebrow states it's much too late to reconcile hopes and habits gone like the smiling one went out to dream in a field but was lost among gravestones given
immortal one
help me hold on to the tides because im drowning again my friend falling forever im in the dark im going into the red falling again immortal one hold on to me because im so very sad im very sad im forever taking it it gets so danm very bad my friend
Katrina
I thought I was a good poet but then again not. I tried my best to connect but had a proficiently in failing more than want. So here I am slumming in the street of New Orleans. Maybe you have met me. Maybe not. No worry, I treasure yester
'I am' Night Spirit
This is about an animal or is it you decide!!!!