Do We Care?
Sometimes you have to shout out your defiance
warrior within
No one ever wins in war if one is pushed into battle one will become the warrior drivin by hate hell bent to the destruction of ones aggressor thereby becoming the exact warrior asuming the agression turned into exactly what they hate about their enimy
Corporeal Words
Sometimes the words you use can come back to haunt you
In The Cover Of Night
Slowly I move, ever so slowly Hiding in the shadows unseen You will not know that I am there For I am the darkness and it is me You will not hear my footfall Or the rustle of my clothes My breathing shallow, measured No sound escapes from me
The Puppet Master
Dance, my little pretty, dance. As I pull the strings she rises off the floor. Gracefully I dance her across the stage. How pretty she looks dressed in black. Short high
Dark and lost
Torn up inside,what happened to my pride,im dead inside. Everyday is never ending,my heart is broken and needs some mending. Strengh i used to pride myself on,what do I do now that its all gone. There was a time when no one could tempt me
Part ! She wavers in her Cell
# parts to a poem.
Demon on Your Shoulder
On your shoulder sits a demon I can clearly see him there What tempting words does he whisper To make you act so unfair Alcohol by the gallons, matters not what As long as you can keep on drinking All this pain will fade away And blissful nu
To Where It Leads
I follow where dreams may lead Down dark and twisted paths Finally out I break There’s sunshine all about
Seperate and Twin
On a moonlit night amongst the evil ghetto surroundings I took it upon myself to write of something eerie. It was about time I showed a feeling that harmonized with my sometimes dark thoughts ;) (And I do apologize for the poor structure, seeing as how I was limited in word space)
Broken Doll
how so many feel at times, but for someone who lives it for years it must be like a living hell, and there are people like this out there, I knew one once:-)
The happy mask
No sense in ruining the party for everyone...
Different planet
Just a thought
Scared
There are a lot of things I am afraid of, and people usually come into the list. I don't really have a fear of animals, as long as I am safely away from them, people are harder to avoid.
Dont you lie...
Feeling jerked around lately...
Secret Eyes
A fire beneath
The quest
Life is like some epic journey...ya know?
I Am He
Tuesday, March 31, 2009 - Finding a bit of strength in a dark moment.
The Haunted House
This lastest poem I have written takes us to the world of spirits in an earie tale called "The Haunted House". Editor: Marikia Written:4 February 2013
Ageing
My skin wrinkles My ears decrease in strengh sound becomes noise to my ears My ear lobes decende Grey my hair grows Eye sight fails glasses I wear were are they opps on the top of my head Wrinkle prune skin Firmness now ebes away dangling f
The Long Forgotten Ones
Walking barefoot on this thistle ground, as the soul has long gone beyond, where no human should have gone, giving up, its spirit to its pawn. As colour mean nothing to rain, because all gets washed away, leaving behind a bloody stain, but h
The story
I'm out there somewhere...
Soulessness
Chambers 21st Century Dictionary soulless(adj) - having no emotional sensitivity noun - soulessness
Age of the Soul!
On the dark side! Needs a Ray of Sun!
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lost love, past love, forgotten love. Things to quench the fire of despair, the ugly and dark part of human emotions.
Dark Angel (couplet)
Her radiance hidden from sight the Dark Angel stalks the night secret dark paths she follows her quiver full of poison arrows Searching for the evil hearts to tear apart sweethearts carry off the essence of soul leaving the other without con
Oh My God!
spooky my bones shiver
YOU LEFT ME ALONE TO DIE TONIGHT!
feeling this loss that she is gone from my lonely heart that she never understood
The Beginning (Part 1)
Words flowing as sweet wine to crystal flute Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine All sense of conversation seems so moot Grapes turning into raisins before eyes Is it the destination where dreams die A place where clouds form to hold mi
The Culling (part 4)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gently rained the clouds as the years went by Years turning to centuries past forgotten Propagating sin allowed not to die Waiting once more for its time to lay rein Gentle wind whispering little girls ear I
The Hardening (Part 3)
Writing these poems have been fun. I don't know yet where it will end. I do know bringing these characters alive out into the open is in its self a dance. Thank you for reading and allowing them for a brief time to enter your domain.
The Jury (Part 2)
They had prayed for a change to all their gods Side by side they waited good holding bad Not knowing which God would answer their cries Not treasuring what they already had A contradiction of one another They had called back an abomination A po
The Mysterious Crystal Ball
This piece of poetry is more a narrative of history, 2nd last poem I wrote of my original collection in the 2000s
The Shadow
This poem is about our dark reflection image..."The Shadow" Editor: Marikia Written: 15 March 2013
mr. good for nothing
a homeless man lost
Dear Emilia
Emilia is the sweet and nice part of me. The trip through a bad part of my life i was so bitter that i destroyed that part of me. Hard lessons that was learned.
Spirit unbroken
Never have doubt how strong one can be within to live the life one sought.
Epitaph
He was prone to tolerance... and yet steeped in bias. He searched love... and when it found him, he ran like a coward from the field. He loved life... and yet, never really lived. He dabbled in music, prose and poetry... Yet struggled
"Ring Ring"
Gotta love triangles...
Land of the dead
Song...
Sleepless
Insomnia..
UNKNOWN YOU
Reality, not a place you frequent. Your life, lived , in a world, tangled by the webs of lies you weave. Self gratification, your only goal. Poison, courses through your veins, keeping, a cold, evil, hard heart, beating, If you were to bl