Prisoner of the Chill
Wanted to try something darker
Syria
Rise and fight the power Dictator grand illusion of Rule How many more babies have to die World thinks your a fool Little beings scattered on the ground Tanks coming to grind and pound Blood running along the streets People starving as you e
Cowardly Dog / Feige Hund
Not written with anyone particular in mind...just trying something totally different. There are many people in this world who hide behind big words trying to make themselves feel better by putting someone else down. Just recently worked with a person like that who threw his big words around but could not even use a can opener to open a can and yet he tried to make everyone around him feel inferior. So I suppose that this is with all those type of people in mind. Translation is as follows You are a coward who hides Behind your so called knowledge But I know the truth you see You are really far inferior
The Unmarked #10
This was just going to be a poem about an open envelope about an hour ago, now it grew fangs. heh
Sometimes I
Sometimes I Sometimes I believe in time running Time running between my arms.. Sometimes I hold something Ill with my spirit Spirit of my hands Sometimes I forget to light a cigarette, And watch smoke Sometimes I fell power between air Air
Bring Out Your Dead
Gossamer sails on boat of skulls Sailing on the river of the dead Beneath waters wide open mouths Silently screaming their agonies Bony fingers claw at the boat Desperate to reclaim life But uncaring the boat sails on Onwards to our destinatio
Excuse Me
Excuse me sir, but you’ve sat in my chair Can’t you see that I’ve left my things there? You haven’t bothered to move it an inch Perhaps if I lean over and give you a pinch Why don’t you turn and acknowledge my words I find it quite rude and a sl
tortured hearts
I love you who is unkind to me selfish one who has me not in his thoughts, feelings unwelcomed to man from heart against both, i fought. I love you who hurts me so sword in hand against me you strike i fall to rise, to cradle you i feel
A Sitting
a cool write
Dark Poetry
Hey! It's dark down here! Let's get some pizza up in this joint..lol
darkness
this poem is about depression and dealing with it head on.
onward or backwards
shadowed memories follow me there is no hiding and on amount of lieing will make them leave we all dream of a better life of hope of love but we hide we hide bhind sarcasm we hide behind false truths behind masks should we take the walls do
I wouldnt if you didnt
Forgive me for the sadness And the bringing of you down I just needed a lover, I needed a friend and there you were. Running from forever like all the rest. These floods of you are unforgiving. Pushing passed me spilling through the banks, A
Madness of Man's Mind
Flourecent light darkens a room standing alone not a chair to rest a soul taking the madness out of the mind a grape growing on a vine born without a shirt covered under the leaves watching the pilgrims march standing alone spinning
13 Black Days
A song I wrote about a suicide and the decent into Hell
To achieve what i desire
yes i try to describe what i am experiancing at this momment of time however i feel i cannot describe it well to justify my thoughts i ask those to be patient on a later poem to continue this
The Canvas Man
Stories of shadows have made my heart expectant of a life that revolves around an unimaginable, yet predictable fear. While controlled by a faceless pain so immanent, that death it's self will show a partiality to my life now wasted.. why have i en
'Ghost Trawler at the Bottom of the Sea'
'Ghost Trawler beneath the Sea' In the depts of the Sea you rot away.You brought my Husband with you to the bottom of the Sea.I will never forgive you for it as you had no compassion for
Empty
What is this emptiness I feel? cast into the day No one around to lead me home in times I've gone astray no one could ever know the hurt and the pain each day that passes on just adds to the strain every eye begins to look at
Time
What time is it?
Abyss
Drowning in the abyss, frightened by the observation. Tales to tell, no tongue to say them in. Terror in the screams I hear, leave me frozen by fear. Monsters with familiar faces, tainted is their dialogue. Crazy is my state
"Only in Death Do We Part"
I used to work with young people with drug problems. This poem reflects back some of their experiences with drugs and their culture. The poem is about heroine and how I have seen some addicts who have has a life-long affair with this drug. I hope you enjoy
For a Friend
Just wanted to write something on this subject, after hearing something on the radio......Andrew...xxx
I run I hide
Just running from some guy that has a fix on me and wont let go.
Bring me Death.
On the tray to my bed And go away I want to be with her alone I want to revel in her taste Feel her in every mouthful And the smell ... I love her Just do not come back Do not knock Go away Do not return Let her take me to paradise Eden B
humanity lost!...
never knowing what we are, always attempting to go beyond a star, relying on our own thought, believing in our own beliefs, alone in our own myths, stories told that never uphold, reincarnation, heavenly gates, hells tormented in our own faith, a pos
Phrase of haze
this is the first 'poem' that i wrote. Its not really about any one thing in particular. It expresses the fog which hangs around in my head when things get hard and I struggle to make a decision.
Tomorrow the Sun Might Return
Please do not think that there is anything wrong with my life...I thank all who are concerned but I am merely trying to take a walk down the dark side of life...thank you all my friends
~~~The Almighty's Way~~~
I am pretty sure tht the above thoughts have come into every individuals mind @ least once in his/her life..... Please do not quote anything from religious books like the Bible, Quran, Geeta, Torah etc. the beginning of every religion is the same... and it is this "Same beginning" that I am referring to...
D.A.R.K. P.A.S.S.E.N.G.E.R
D.own and deep in A.t the bottom of a dissociative soul R.ests the one I love and rests the one I hate the most K.eeping me away from evil, hiding me away from me P.rying from a good, safe distance A.lmost like I'm there to be S.ilent whispe
M.E.T.U.S. S.I.N.G.U.L.I.
though of what i'm afraid of the most. the only thing that makes me terrified is, that I won't leave anything behind me, and I will be forgoten. That I often run so fast, one time I will not stop. That every minute I lived will have no meaning at all. That when I die, I will not have done anything worth holdin on to, and the heaven I build for myself will be void with nothing to remember, and nothing to look forward to, and it will be only me and everlasting run, just as I'm running through my life now, without a point.
Torched heart!
I made this poem I've been a writer for 10 years .
Distant Memory
Was taking a walk on the dark side to see where it would lead me.
Witched Wolf
Did a different take from little red ridding hood.
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Thought I would borrow a different style
The Sin
There is a shell around this shadowed face That hides and protects me from myself, The pointless lies and unbearable space Between faith and me: The Sin. But this shell will shatter over time And shards of hope and dreams will die, Drowning b
A Beautiful Mind Wasted.
This poem is about a person who was unable to move on. A broken view on life.
Lussica
This a dark poem about a Jezebel
An Awakening..
It's a funny old life, yet there must be some purpose surely?
Eternity.
I was challenged to write something that would plant an image. I tried my best and here it is.
YOU'RE AS COLD AS ICE
in a world filled with hatred....what else is one to write!
A Vast Implosion.
I was in a low down , dark place when I wrote this.