Green
Jealousy is an all consuming thing that destroys you from the inside out!
A cry
A Cry A cry of any living thing Is so hard to bear. To save a life, that's all it takes, You feel a glow that was not there. A baby needing a warm touch, A dog fighting to stay alive. An animal running from being hunted, An accident in sig
deceased heart
Looking beyond discovery within one universe The dark side faceless without moon Illusion shadows Taking you there pages within turn As pipes begin lamenting From the deep begin blowing Were a fire burns Heart burning dreams
The great thirst
I'm fine...just what's coming out right now...
ghost
I feel your presence Your shadowry figure Your heavy breathing The cold of your breath The air chilled On the room where you enter I don't hear the door open But I feel you standing there Icy cold The hairs stand up I feel cold as yo
Ascension
Whats coming through the mirror is still alive As I stand before me on the other side I see that what I am is not who I should be And
I Killer
Really dark I know, I just wrote what came to me.
The Beginning
Dead as far as eye can see Scattered all around her No sound to be heard, no living thing Alone, she was lost and lonely Slowly she rose, looked around Surely there was a way to escape here With careful steps around bodies she trod There had
Empire
Somehow one day I will figure this out Why everything I have worked for has fallen down Walls that I built
I Dream of Angels but Live with Demons (Part 1)
I heard this line on an episode of Law and Order:SVU and it stuck in my head. The episode was dealing with mental illness. Actually this is my first time writing a poem on this subject. Please forgive any blunders as I mean no harm nor disrespect.
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.
Immortal Beloved
If you die single, my ashes will go and visit you...
you can try
in darkness i find light,inspired by my own personal life.
Black
This is mans heart tis more black than skin, As midnight is dark, the blackness within. Under bones and tissue it cannot be hid, Most wicked the issue, the evil it did. So the colour seeps thru, the red overcome, By something much darker, as dea
Poem for a cutter
A true story...
Haunting
I am haunted incapable of escaping you I would rather be tortured than lose you... You the haunted house your dark ancestors peer out of the windows
She came,she left
There was a sudden stir in the night All was not as it seemed The old man jumped up with fright To the wail of the white banshee She came not for him But for the one he loved the most She sat on the wall with a grin As the man turned pale as
--The Taking Of Her Smiles.-- (Dark).
Sadly this is a true story ! It happened almost 50 years ago, Today she's a fine elegant lady but still greatly affected ! Above all crimes I rate child abuse the worst !
Fireflies
Just how i feel about the world around me
hangman
Your last meal Given do you eat or leave They will arrive soon Every sound you hear Bang of doors turn of key Voices hear Foot step approach your last drink You meal finished You stand and stir You tremble Weak you feel You lay d
in this life
this poet has a hard time understanding why it always seems that the kind-hearted people seem to get the worst diseases..so i question why? we've all been to this place before..this is just my words,but it still doesn't answer why?
the drowning man
inspired by a song-by the cure.music has a big impact on mood and drives what i write,like many have said,its a different language all its own,MUSIC is very important in my life.
I am gone
Kinda miss that other me...He'll be back someday hopefully....
Monster(I am)
Such is man...were it not so!
kingdom
I wish to hold the hand of god And travel with him To his kingdom To be at peace From life mortal pain The stresses of life The curse of germs That follow mankind The sickness one canot escape The mortal infliction man does on to man
dark colours
opening in horror mouth severing tongue ruptured emotions spilling hurt burning heartaches teardrops of anguish no more happiness inside thorns tear in torment inside out no compassion with that of sympathy blue cold beating turning
Remembering the Irish Famine !
In 1845 more than 1 million people died in Ireland from starvation when blight disease wiped out the potatoe crop. At the time Ireland was under British rule and suffered much oppression. To the present day the population hasn't recovered.
cruel potato
hello potato man picking on me now loveless in the heart how dare you after attacking my girlfriend your pretty sick if you ask me striking a cruel blow just attacked me for no reason in your written words on winged pegasus d
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
Demons
Lyrics from a time ago. More to it, but this is the edited for poetry version
Did You Ever Exist?
Sound of mirror breaking shatters the silence Shards fly through the air reflecting light A crazy kaleidoscope of colours on the walls Within micro seconds, though feels like hours They settle on the floor, their passing only a memory Where ha
The Day Mary Died
Today is the day that I will die This the cards have told me No matter how I shuffled and dealt The outcome never altered How I will die I do not know The cards have not foretold me Just each card next to the other lays Spelling doom, gloom
choice
What will they say What will they say on judgement day What will they say with tear filled eyes and handfuls of clay What will they say What will they think What will they do as they walk away What will they say as you hear the tapping of
Eternal Darkness....
A tempest of misery... I know so well. That frozen forest... It's been my hell. The veil is thin... The ghosts await. I can't resist... This awful fate.... Broken glass, The blood runs fast, My God what have I done? The pain won't end,
The Widows Touch
Love gone bad....really bad...really really bad
Malady
Sad and dark
deaths comes within
Death came within a dream. A charcoal dark cloud of mist, hovering over the dew infested grass. As it passes through a field to the back of the house, the once lush green grass now turning to a sick brown muck. "One in the same, one shall you become,
Synergy
it is short, but a work in progress.
Saturation
Images reflected in pools of poison mercury, Saturation complete... Disintegration of a time long lost, Contrite repeat..... Impulsive emotion unspeakable cost..... Regretful repetition, Thorough response, Total absorption, Imperforate sa
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
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,