Schizophrenia
A man that killed his girlfriend and she end up haunting him. Driving him to madness.
what are you really looking for?
sometimes I really don't understand. . . you like me or not and why not? simple? much easier to make enemies than find love
My Living Nightmare
I don't mean to scare anyone with this poem. It is simply a look into what happens when someone is suicidal. I tried to paint a picture of an actual event. This happened to me ten years ago. What I wrote doesn't brake the rules. I've read them before I posted this poem. It say nothing about not posting about suicide.
the banshee
about an ex after months just existing i wrote this dark poetry
The Night Of The Witch
A really dark poem about Halloween. written: 25th May 2013
The Feast
I saw a murder of crows Out on the east end of Carol Creek Road Beneath the vines, amongst the vines There, my body decomposed And I made for them a tasty feast Bothered not by man or beast
Path.
I take one step. One back, one forth, but I can't seem to move my feet. Stuck to the earth, can't breathe. The wind it moves, it shakes, it pushes on. I can either push it back or let it carry me away. Somewhere my head it lies, it cries, it feels al
Tremble my heart.
Tremble my heart, follow my lead this way. Listen to the violins, before they begin to play. As the doves cry, in sorrow & the hogs, grunt at the moon. They will be waiting for you In a ditch meant for your tomb Listen to the mockingbir
3 AM
loneliness is a sickness of the soul sometimes...
Monster's intent
Not really a poem, just unwanted thoughts, feelings i forgot. I guess I forgave myself for allowing myself to be hurt.
death of the soul
this poem is of my own anger tword the way people have treated me. It how ever is not ment to imply all are that way.
in the rain....
its pretty deep and it saddens me.. i literally just wrote it...
Rhymes Of Darkness
This poem delves into the world of children's nursery rhymes, are they really as innocent as they seem, I will let you be the judge in this poem I call...."Rhymes Of Darkness" Edited: Marikia Written: February 2013
Pompous Date
Sunshine so bright, flowers so colourful, your eyes like dynamite walking hand in hand knowing well that you could be my cyanide. But still I enjoy the supsense of not knowing how you will love me as I told you that I have been hurt so many times
crying
On the wall the picture hangs The gentile figure Standing Or sitting there projected painted figure Orchatrated pose Minimal The picture is central placed The solo Pose the crying kid He or she free from neglect Or torment In flic
She Sang with Rapture
Into the silvery moon beans stepped a damsel most comely, hair spun like gold shiny dagger at her waist kept clasped towards her victims she was so ice-cold She enticed them into her dark world there to seduce and send them insane captivated
Nefarious Being in the Universe
I travelled a thousand and one miles without a break just to came and say....Hi!......to you! When I arrived all you were for me but another take in my ever thirsty hunger for a love do. I looked at you with my dark mysterious eyes ripped your
Hibernation
All is done now and I packed all into my saddle bags, mounted them on to my new horse with all country flags. Riding slowly away from rugged mountain terrain which was, for so long my home, Mixed nostalgia setting in but I am finally free to roa
Combat
Just digging through old poetry searching for something and found this, I think it was a significant part of my life because Ive been a basketcase ever since LOL .Some have read this some haven't ...Cheers
Fear
Just words that went to the tune of my guitar and nothing more
Move On
Something years ago I was front man for a group called Danny's Big Wheel ( After the little boy Danny always riding his big wheel In one of the greatest movies ever The Shining) So I dug it up to help dig myself out, you dig. I deleted by mistake and reposting.
Disengage
I whispered into the emptiness afraid of what I'm might hear But even more afraid that there would be nothing there My shadow casted fear and gave a reason for my pain
Dark days
Just what's coming out right now...
Freedom of a Nomad
No love should come with a price.
Beauty and The Brute
C.P.T.S.D. not many can understand and believe what so many of us out there went through and it takes a very special person to open up their heart to them and let them in. Not many are strong enough to bare the truth.
Zero Minus Life
Tears like diamonds finely cut As many as stars in Heaven Moans of yesterday escapes Like seven times eleven One could ask what does it mean When the bus pulls in the station Bodies piled up to the sky Waiting for cremation Empty winds ho
The Change
Metaphorically speaking old gets replaced with new once it has done its purpose.
Scarey Stuff
Careful what you read at night.
Fort of Foreigners
Sadly, sometimes the brutal truth can kill the one who was meant to be.
Strength within
I was not asking for an heart ripping battle - yet you declared war! You thought that with each knock and a louder roar you aimed at me That you scared me and had me falling to the floor BUT Instead you made me stronger than ever before
Mephistophilus
This is somebody I used to know and after many years of rehabilitation has successfully embraced a positive life.
When Nothing Remains
There is a chance for change that begins first within ourself, but is chance the same as hope
Last Seconds
As I fall ever earthwards Closer I am to my death Wind is rushing past my ears Setting up such a howling din I spread my arms to slow my fall And realise that I have feathers Catch the wind to rise up high On the thermals I am soaring I d
Damaged People (short poem)
online deception...
weir and teir
From knife to wrist, rope to neck, and blood to floor. The girl who has never ben herd now is dead and everyone now cares. They say what they would do if they "knew." But they did know, they all knew the pain they put her threw they just don't care.
Unleashed
Here I go again Sophie
Last Few Seconds
Can you imagine the deafening chanting As the tears evaporate at the rising of the sun Your obsession to orchestrate scatters in the wind And like a caged animal battles with insanity Sitting there melancholic, sober and thirsty Empty ladle in h
A Fleeting Moment
There you are then. Pass the tea pot:)
high noon two
Jessee two gun james leggs it out Of odettes saloon Want ed for murder his he He steals a horse tied to the post off he ride at speed Kicking his spares in deep His horse blood riden Exhusted hard riden The town folk gatherd b
Separate
Something from a more adolescent time Im 34 now.losing a daughter lead to drinking, drugging ,and anger that lead to growing up.I wrote this not sure if Id post it, but why not? May not be Hotel California but these were my own demons and devices I had to overcome.
Blame it on the heart...
I dont think I want to listen to either of them anymore...
Traveler
Gotta keep going...