Hizzie Fallow Balaloo
Danae no wot it's aboot I wis dundering.
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
broken christmases
why should any one suffer from a broken heart life is to cruel to good hearts like mine my life will move my heart just hurts for love
automatic punch
driving the lines of days gone by trying to make it without saying goodbye heart beaten fast as a line across the board time finds me on the floor iv hit the bottom of the shore automatic punch and im no more
the banshee
about an ex after months just existing i wrote this dark poetry
My Kitty Claws
There's too many men (and women) on this site that seem to think, that people who show their feelings and emotions freely are easy targets for abuse. I dare any man to toy with this Witch lol
revolt
Where gods lost They cry tears of fists raised A wide fog It prevents me to move In the most tender mercy That time it passes Overshadowing that my look Visions of all fears Remain popping How rotten branches my fingers Where the friend
Ghostwriter
This haunted temple of mine inside is just a spirit prison... Housing cold dark spirits that control my every thought... I have not chosen these frozen and unholy written visions... And though I'm blessed, I am a mess, and thoroughly possessed...
Dark Poetry
Hey! It's dark down here! Let's get some pizza up in this joint..lol
YOU DO
Line by line I set here, thinking of the next word. backspace, bacespace, that wasnt the one. what will they think, or am I just A LIE? why does it come so hard, this line that I want to write? who reads this crap anyway, you
black rose
To you black rose Look deep into the centre The very inner depth colourless beauty From a pack of lies Left with the thorns, scratching my inner body In agony I howl Killing me slowly Eating the soul in me coloured dark li
Sitting in thought
When you have looked for love in all the wrong places you become numb when you don't feel worthy of the feeling.
untitled (still cant think of a title)
a personal poem
Dream Walker
The darkness and uncertainty of life during this pandemic is very unnerving.
HATE
Hate! A poison that festers in the heart and passed from person to person,country to country. A cancer spreading,seeking in persute of distruction. It hides in the guise of love,and lives in the hearts of the destroyers of trust and morale. Braker of
the pres, the pope and a dope
SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET
Over...
Over the black pond the night with sticky tar overflows from immense jar over the black pond thoughts hurt the sun just set the sky forgot how day shines how sun glows and even touch of Your noble palm I can't remember O divine my God an
the fear inside me
story o f my anxitey of crossing the roads
never true
dreams are never true no longer since my past is gone
Fort of Foreigners
Sadly, sometimes the brutal truth can kill the one who was meant to be.
This, My Disease
its about being bipolar and the feeling of entrapment by it.
H E R S
CHAPTER FIVE VS. V1 & V11 ACCORDING TO THE GOSPEL OF free cee!
lunch money
Mom could I have some more lunch money For school today See I lost mine to a bully Mom I gona make him pay See what he dosn't know Is that here in a few years I'll have mastered pyrotechnics And blown him in the air Isn' life a pain in the
to the CENTURY's MURDER...
some TIMID ...they cant wait 7 days in SECLUSION
When Darkness Stood So Still
Reflecting on the time when my son was sent over to Afganistan.
dark fragrance
a twilight love...
"DECIMATED" 5/14/2012
This song is the first song on one of my lyrical albums i titled "DAEMON" Their are 12 songs on it. Like the other i posted, this one is much darker.
---Soul nieghbour---
sleep easy my soul nieghbour im here to take you to the death chamber, be free when you meet me it wont be long till you become me, get ready for your final step im here for you last and only breath, i wont take it from your heart i was
Homeless writing
I am a published writer with print books on Amazon. Check out 'Searching for Lydia'; I have PTSD from working in too mny war zones around the world. So I named my condition, 'Lydia', and made her into a lovely, dark haired, green eyed ghost that adores me and will never leave me. One either deals with it, or eats a bullet. The writing of free verse is a wonderful diversion; just a moment of practicing. Thanks for allowing me to visit.
last night
It's like I go out all I see is clowns while I'm spitting rounds around here see who I gotta see cuz I won't be back for a whole year get it dummy cuz guess what you might be next rip off your tee shirt leave you in the dirt next to that blond bi
poison
this is how i feel without this girl i love you know who you are
Keyboard warrior
Keyboard warrior Sitting home Keyboard warrior With your army of troll's Tap tap tap you go Your vile spills out uncontrolled Your vile spills without a soul Keyboard warrior you hide away Your troll's help you have your
Entangled..
Its what was inside,Its surfaced...!
sunday's best
This is for all who have ever been hurt by one you TRULY loved. There is life beyond, but it takes a tremendous amount of hard work and a modicum of soul-searching.
Azathoth
Azathoth was created by the Satanic Occultist Aleister Crowley. It is a beast that eats the souls of the lost ones that can not find their way.
this is un-important compared TO GROWING DAISIES
NOW I CAN WATCH SAMMY DAVIS JR. DO "MR. BO JANGLES" AND MAKE ME CURSE THE CONCEPT OF DEATH
"Ring Ring"
Gotta love triangles...
run
daybreak starting pistol and off you go difference is this is life and so your run running through days, running through months and on into years running from fear she chased you all the way and then you awake so full of sweat you get
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
We The Godforsaken(lament for dark people)
Again, thanks for stopping by. Good day fellow poets and readers. JS
Friends??????????????
THE TRUTH
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