horrible grey
Ban the grey Oh what a color you are Drab an boring So naff a color you are Boring drab Uncolorfull You are Not nice to look at ! who made you i do not no You hurt my eyes Never want to wear you In the bin you should go A
barred
crawling over the light, death inside dark the horrors of hell, standing the hair upon my head einsteine decayed rotten words in ice cold feelings, open mouthed I screamed from the inside no words found you just the sound of teard
Dark Hours
Well, it isn't all about fairies, sometimes they just fly off and leave us in the hands of monsters, don't they...
fire
In the centre the wooden stake Tied on the black witch Hands bound so she won't escape
Final Farewell
Neither desperation Nor fatalism, brood Amongst the heart Or twixt the head Should they retract (Those sanguine fingers) Tendrils of life (Or pernicious death?)
Liars
Hearing lots of BS lately
A hearts prayer
You have left my soul lost in darkness, I cannot find my way out, I must let you go..., Please pass away, So that I may feel again, Please let in the light, So that I may see again, Please unchain my bonds, So that I may have freedom, Please
forgive me
Just a short poem. Wrote it after my brother shot and killed my father. Please dont judge me.
a lonely girl .
What it means to be lonely? Truly be alone... Sitting on an empty couch! Just playing with my phone ... People pass the window , And all I see... A man walking his dog.. Never noticing me... Tick tick... tick tock ... Is that my brain
dragons
Flames and fiery breath Within Hot breathing nostrals The kiss of hot fiery breath Its talons Held with clench breath Poised to tear flesh from flesh Strikes the heart with its talons Its strikes with venom monsters of the nite bea
Jason Faery Tale
Had tons of fun doing this
"Door Bell"
To each his own hell. Their version they will tell. From grace each has fell. Their torment, only one knows well. I have witness the embodiment of my greatest fear. It has blistered my soul but I have not shed a tear. Why can I not cry? I ca
Without You
Not always things are what they first seem
Quija aboard
its a revised version i did back then
Blank Canvas
The canvas was stark white No marks of life yet added Possibilities Innocence Purity Through loving strokes came color Blue streaks of light Happiness Serenity Joy Next came contrasts of hue Adding variety for all to see Imagination
Sobering
The easiest way to disappear is to pretend I don't have much to say But then words get trapped inside my head li
long time no see...........
I come here just want to see if I can still read, type, think in English the lanuguge I love best Long time no see my favourite website I miss you so much I am afraid of you so much Here is just like heaven Here is just like hell Here
hidden
When times are bad Wish I could dissapear Vanish into thin air Put on my invisable cream Spread it all over and watch me dissapear Into the mirror I would climb look out onto the world And hide Look out on the turbulant world full of wa
worms
random fragments of crazy ideas.
Making the circles
I've always been fascinated by fish, particular ones that are in a fish tank in someone's home. I have always wondered if they are aware that they are trapped, or if they think that that tank is as big as the world gets. I feel like life is such a tank. We believe that the one is *this* big, but is it really? are we aware that we are just prisoners of our own, small lives? we can never break free of that prison, because it has no walls, no bars, no limit. We generate it in our own minds and we call it "life".
listen
Shut up and listen for a change Do not judge me When I am quiet no one ever planned anything with noise Heaven in you Broke every rule even the golden one, bringing out the dark secret Like a cuckoo Poisoned the nest Getting
Midnight
The first gong strikes I can feel the power course through me As each gong strikes I become stronger Midnight is my time It is my time to roam and stalk Souls is what I seek As the last gong strikes I am free Once more to hunt Through ete
no title
Embers glow in thine eyes,silent lips on flight. Fires burning in the soul causing sprit fleeing loves bow. Heat sweltering in the heart making tears river flow, Begging,waiting for lifes plights ending with no where to go.
The Sheol
Inspired by the Hebrew concept of the Sheol where the dead go and exist as shades...The Hebrew King Saul sought the Witch of Endor to summon the shade or spirit of the prophet Samuel..
You Don’t Know
Behind this face, a fractured life Of bits and pieces colliding Not one makes sense on it’s own Put together they create an illusion A piece scattered here and there There’s a chance you might identify Only because it has touched your life I
There can be only One!
I mis-spelt his name on purpose!
The Day Innocence Died
Innocence was killed today by modern society, And no one mourned its passing, though the media covered it around the clock, Because the children that were the last the last to see it Never realized what was missing, And had no idea they should
I Am Here
I once had life All around The hustle and bustle Crying and laughter Love peered out From my windows And there On my manicured lawn They sat With their picnic Sh
Of Myths
…And the formless-ones shall ascend Emanating darkness ‘Vaccuous’ prisms of hunger Supping on the souls of the spiritless Imbibing from the chalice of shame . To fill the coffers of suffering The empty-ones tempt the 'lamenters' Their 'wailin
Darkest of Angels
And the Son of Morning became the Darkest of Angels In the fall from grace, despair was the place That became the realm, that would be 'helmed' By the daemon of temptation, sapping all elation From they who bargained for a piece of eternity Only
Heart surgery
Wouldn't that be nice...
Paranoia
This poem is to someone I will never meet nor understand by there choice.
Tears Of My Sorrow
Thought I would try something different
Dark knight of Ashen light
brooding. . . bad bad character!
Picky and Lonely
A little bedtime story kiddies...
ghosts
Darkness off the night The kiss of the frost in the air Moving tree sssss Flutter The cold darkness Shadows The wind blows hisses sssss in the trees Shadows envelopes Darkness scares presenses white glowing outlines Slow movement W
The Dark Call
thinking about desires, and the need to remain logical and not surrender to those desires... don't know if to call this a poem though...or whether it is dark poetry or fantasy...maybe both
Ma Vie
I said it would be different prosperity was mine, but mine was just a hopeless wish an idea with no time. It ebbed and flowed with fierce desire, too late I call myself a liar. I tried but what was meant was naught; a goal I thought tha
Soul Survival
December 2012 was the start of a very rough path, but I am still standing.
Miloas
What fiend attacks me now? I'm not sure why or how. It's ice and then it's fire. Will I reach my one desire? My moods are like the shadows that come and go at will, rising even higher and falling deeper still. In solitude, I wr
The Tide Of Life
Poetic Prose
Black
When my darkness felt light it was never again satisfied Until it swallowed the sun leaving my hope endless nights My eyes affixed upon the brilliant silver light of