The me inside
Something strange I found in meditation...
Her Cosmic Dance
PS: Its raining....Fear not by her vastness, Feel bliss-ed & blessed by her tender love...
9Zero, 3Two5Four, 6Nine is 1Seven!
What do you take from this? You tell me what this write is about to you!
Sick and tired...
Guess I just need a nap or something...
Mind Splinters.
The darkness is surreal in this tomb.
emotions
my chest is burning like a volcano the pain melting my heart torn between love and hate love that still prevails this crash in my life left an awful scar in words that have wisdom earth,moon and stars you are amongst them mars is my planet
Another night.
Beautiful sun rises above a night with dreams of disaster. I bound myself in hardship where nothing prevails.Each day seemed never to be any better than last. I look to the sky and I feel alive the sun has saved me from the darkness of night,tha
Nightmares
just because they exist
pyramid
Spinx The magical cat wears the face of cofu The blazing sun the golden sand Behind lays ramsis tomb Big and magestic rising to the sun Built by the slaves of his peoples toil His burial chamber his only tomb Three pyramids lined up i
~~~~~ FRIENDSHIP~~~~~
Friends of all kinds just stopping by for a short write and to say I miss my P. Corner~~~~
Heavy Heart
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Insight to My Mind
a little peek into my past and somewhat present... to much meaning behind these words
A Page to Kiss
To feel that warmth.
Alone...
A dark existential moment...Alone...
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
Troglodyte Cave Diary
Racing to the hidden cave scratched bones upon the wall a refuge within a darkness lit of memories told the warm of fire shall not engulf the trembling bodies of fear It must go out! but to open the lids of sight heaving breathes
Endless rain
A short melody I remembered from one of my lost books... wrote this probably 10 yrs ago, She didn't stay...
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.
red light
In the twilght they stand These woman of disrepute Their wares on display For all to see Goodies galore Poeple knocking on their door How much for the hour be mine tonight Cars roll up the windows wind down Mmm you look gourges wann
Midnight Moonrise
Referencing Cynthia, an alternative name for the Greek moon goddess Artemis. I don't know what possessed me to write this.
Where can I run
Written today march 31st 2013
A walk in Dante’s hand
This describes how it feels for someone with chronic depression. From my end, my depression feels like a physical entity which I have been fighting against since I was 12. It is a fight I am alone in, and one I have nearly lost several times. I have nearly 100 poems which I have managed to type after writing, and this is my personal favourite
motionless
Motionless I lay I cannot move awake I cannot close my eyes Can not wink can not blink Frozen am I Can not feed Can not cry Locked in this body of mine My brain lives it hasn,t died it talks to me move I have tried Motionless I am
Second Thoughts
Sometimes a second thought before proceeding is a good idea.....My grandfather always reminded me to think before I opened my mouth, actions deserve an extra thoughts sometimes, too.
I'm a strange poet
There you are, I have some most beautiful friends here on PC, now don't send me any ears! Soph xx
A Day On The Beach
Slowly I drift back to awareness My head feels fuzzy, as if not a part of me And it does not matter how hard I try I cannot move, not even my fingers ‘Ahh, you’re finally back with us’ I have heard that voice before, somewhere But try as I mi
Closer to me
A walk down the dark side
Inside the Mind of the Thinking Predator
Read about a serial rapist a while ago ... all the neighbours were so shocked because he seemed so nice and normal ... what beasts lurk beneath the surface
Unspeakable
I've come upon horrible, unbearable things, My soul silent, speechless, unable to sing, My heart which once pounded, so loud with her near, Now only beats softly, barely able to hear, My ears were joyous at the sound of one voice, Now clos
Lost
In the open water am I Alone, lost am I Abandand In the open ocean am I Dark grey clouds above my head Darkness aproaches The gloom Day fades Alone am I Trying to survive Whales approach they swim by Afraid I am i The sun ,t
the skeletons
as the skeletons fall out of the cupboard spiders webs attached the distraction slowly crawls out a web of lies like leaches your drained of all truth sucked in with lies like a snake i swallowed everyone now i spit them back with venom
is this justice ?
Who was this man that killed so many By rope his favorie weapon He mesured their size With such care and grace Very polite was he he never rushed his heavy task Partnerd with his chum in crime very neat and tidy they where Giving their c
whats the network
what is the chip an implant to the brain through networks crazy images soon will everything be sold on line do,es that include souls a deep inside to a story is this our children sucked away by networks our legacy the beginning of the f
Monster Inside of My Closet
Pulling out some old vinyl and chose to listen to some Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon, then I don't know, this is what I came up with....
Until it Does
Deep in silence I focus on my pain I've kept it buried below and softly away Disabling all of my false and inse
13114 Days
all for fun, saw the picture and came up with my interpretation I am 1873 Weeks and 3 days 35 years 330 days 9 leap years 35 years, 47 weeks and 1 day and counting http://korn19.ch/coding/days.php if your curious and maybe comment your number of days if you choose
The Wishing Tree
Change, remorse, strength, hope
Leave me alone...
I hate it, I can't forget you, Can't erase the day I met you...
When Nothing Remains
There is a chance for change that begins first within ourself, but is chance the same as hope
I Await
I have looked, and looked quite deeply I am empty, there is nothing inside me Yet out there, somewhere, I can hear it It is like a voice in the air shouting at me Shouting, like a whisper, a demented croak But no matter how hard I look, I see na
Epitaph
Obviously this one is on the dark side. In fact, I think it's rather ugly.