I'm so special
you will never find that perfect mate,they don't exsist...so i wrote this poem for people who think,they do exsist,some get self absorbed into themselves,for those...read this.
the end
this is for a suicidal friend of mine
Blogging
With anger and hostility They will gather to view Running their mouths off As they all do No talent to call on So tear it all down I care not I hear not For I'm just a clown
Paranoia
This poem is to someone I will never meet nor understand by there choice.
WILLIAM WINTER
True part of Northumbrian history
NO EXIT
A nightmare maybe
M.E.T.U.S. S.I.N.G.U.L.I.
though of what i'm afraid of the most. the only thing that makes me terrified is, that I won't leave anything behind me, and I will be forgoten. That I often run so fast, one time I will not stop. That every minute I lived will have no meaning at all. That when I die, I will not have done anything worth holdin on to, and the heaven I build for myself will be void with nothing to remember, and nothing to look forward to, and it will be only me and everlasting run, just as I'm running through my life now, without a point.
Atonement
Cleared the fog that was veiled around me And blurred my sights Suddenly, I'm no longer aching To honor my plights Rising moon and my skin is peeling Past undone Suddenly, I can't justify What I had become
double jeopardy
innocent again you cant prove me wrong jumping off to the light of another song you look at me and tell me why you can kiss my a.. good bye ill take it to the end and you'll never be my friend again you might see me somewhere new i won't say a word n
Darkness
Darkness enveloppes Stars glint In the clear moon lite sky Darkness decendes The moon full Silence surrounds Star Lights flicker And glow Its faint yellow glow Cold radiates Chills the soul Silence broken The sounds of the ni
wish i wasnt me
just because...
Dreams
The sky is amazing to my eye's with colors I have never seen, as if I was in a dream. This band of people run by my window singing songs of love and desperation, they are all dressed in white with smiles on their face's, this has to be a dream. A pa
Dark Poetry
It is okay to have some darkness in your life.
The Silent Telephone
LOVE LOST
I know you
I love you with all my heart My soul laid bare from the start How you sucked me into your plans How your deceit ground me down You left me adrift in unfamiliar lands I want to put you on the highest pedestal High in the sky made with c
house of cards
play the hand you ve been dealt in a house full of cards we are many but so few win or loose cut to see fortunes won fortunes lost house of cards you dictate all people houses games lovers exit revolving door cards on the
black heart to shining red
i am drunk n love to write so such it up
In My Grave
In my grave I lie alone Cold earth all around me All this time to contemplate Those deeds I've done so wrongly Fair maidens hearts that I had broke Used, abused then dumped them Some were scarred all their lives And others decided to end it
A June Winters Night.
Wintered summertime in Ireland
I HAVE A FEELING YOU PARENTS AIN'T LISTENING ~free
YOU MUST KNOW THAT BESIDES ACTING THE ROLE OF A RUDE AND SELF-SERVING POET I ALSO CARE ABOUT EVERYTHING NATURE HAS MADE, ESPECIALLY KIDS WHO THINK STEPPING OVER DEAD BODIES IS COOL, AND THAT EVEN YOUR LITTLE CHILD WITH ANY COLOR EYES COULD WIND UP ON THAT ROOFTOP!
Parallels
Unholy beings haunt this morbid temple... Possession of the invisible. Masters of nothing perfecting their craft..... In the dark marble labyrinths. Rejection of time, Absence of will, Incisions revealed, Presence denied, Parallel planes,
Jason Faery Tale
Had tons of fun doing this
Subjugated Reverence
With eyes of the lost, from the distant past, I beget dead stars, perfection at last. I weave my words in through their mind, I twist and bend what they have defined, they'll never know why they are confined and as I rip and tear at their shal
The Tide Of Life
Poetic Prose
My sorrow (5 7 5)
Just been thinking lately. Thanks for all your reads and comments.
Different
Different people have different reasons, is today a good day to die?, I cant see, a way, to be, me, Unhappy about life?, can't take the strife?, aware of everything, knowing nothing, why? oh why? am I, this way?,...medication, doctor prescribes,
Hot Rush
She holds relief; In her hand;- A few white grains of rice. And down that river, Now she flows;- Forgetting all her vice. Just half a minute;- (Now before), Her pain;- It was so real. Then the soft rose, A plume of blood;- And noth
struggles
in one of my darkest moments ages ago this was written thank you all for your reads and comments I truly appreciate
The Drunk
This poem is about a guy who doesn't know the where, what, how, when, or why of his current situation. His basic concern is for his own comfort.
My Nightmare
I was severely abused as a child and I have nightmares/flashbacks. So I wrote after a flashback.
A Night in Newtown (circa 1987)
* Excluding the Lesbian, and Gay, pubs. ** It was, at this time, now quite expensive - and gentrified. *** Old male alcoholics, on "skid row" drinking "metho" (methylated spirits). **** A pub. ***** A measure of beer, (425 mL). ***** Somebody put something in my drink! (in a previous pub, I think it was that c*nt Steve!). ^ My friend at the time, and about my age. ^^ Alexandria, Inner Sydney industrial suburb - now covered in home units (apartments). ^^^ As Shakespeare said. (Erskineville, and St Peter's are also inner Sydney suburbs). The Rose of Australia ............. a pub
"The Darkness"
Lightening flashing ominously in the Window, Trees swaying violently in the rain and wind, I hear a knocking at my heart's door, as memories from the past start flooding in. I think of all the people that have come and gone in my life, And I re
Convict Chains
* The Cat "O" Nine Tails (a whip used to punish convicts). ** Foveaux, a particularly cruel Govenor; in charge of the convict settlement on Norfolk Island.
disappearance
For whatever it's worth. Thanks all for reading
Different Tune
Wrote this one 11/17/2023. This is rough draft for the first write. Consider a high/medium tempo to low guitar playing while writing this obscure, off the wall type song! lol Until then
next time, I'll get a good one
there's no pleasing some people
Almost Drowning
*Narrabeen - A Sydney beach The true story of how I almost drowned on Christmas Day, when I was nine years old, and how my father rescued me - saving my life. ^ edit.......17/6/20 (Sydney).
Humanity, we're losing it (for UKRAINE)
War is brutal and vicious. If only man can learn to resolve conflicts without resorting to this game
Virtual Love
Don't mean to be overly morbid; this is just the flip side of our world today.
The End Times
The "damage done" by idiots.....
MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE, OR OBJECTIVE
THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT
Dead found love
I saw you with the devil inside Running away with your skeliton bride Where were you when her mother cried on her knees I wanted to feel and you know that I tried But I got caught with a counerfeit bribe You always told the truth as you lied to