Witches On Trial
This Poem was my first poem dealing with historical facts.
Girl Crazy
She walks silently into your life, like a vision entering a dream. A goddess from Heaven is what you think, but it's not what it may seem. Her every move captures you, her voice a whispering haunt. You think she is your every need, your ever
Necro-Phobia
I like Walking Dead Movies. What can I say.
I Can't!
I can't remember how this story goes, I can't deciper between friends or foes, I can't believe in good and bad, I can't find the happy or sad, I can't see the love or hate, I can't arise, not early nor late, I can't follow, be part of the pack,
Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company, but poor company it is.
~The Lawyer~
Sharing a thought.
Confusion
Confusion weaved its web with me got caught in circumstance and could not see, Imaginary world so real, reality struck now numb cant feel, Tears of a clown and fall from grace, tumbling down, falling back, lose the race, Eternal beams o
Cries for the dead!
food for thought!
isolation.
the name says it all, isolation. the deeper man comes in dreams the better they develop their imagination. though this poem is suposed to be a helping hand in leaving worries or sorrow. fear is a small motivator and a big demeanor, when not banned properly. thank you for reading
Nonsense
I watched from a far Even close by The puzzle pieces Come together Of trivial Cat walk Talk. I’ve kept my thoughts hidden For if the culprit discovers I know; Her trivial Becomes more trivial. Karma Karma They chant. Using guilt A
Priority
Just another memory from my mind.....
fictional dreamin.........or is it!
eyes jumpin out of your mind thats in blurr scared breath, rides the air as you struggle to be it's not yours, how can it be, it's never this way you fondle your mind for resolution of sorts cajun heat body steams within your realm where it be
Oh! Sweet Entrophy
just a little bit of creative kaos,
The ever changing mind
The ever changing mind So dedicated but misses the mark As wisdom comes to he who waits I sit here wondering What does it all mean I grasp the concept But it alienates me I try to shake it But it comes back Reality sets in
swimming in shadows
bitter pill of dreams a time buried in space lifeless worlds heartless cries i hope you bury me deep in the trees do not look at me im not human anymore you cut me now im six feet swimming in shadows dying every day will i ever see another tomorrow d
Rambling
Rambling thoughts.....
the silver crown
a mirror poem, of mankinds deepest conclusion. as been founded in many scriptures/mythologies and psychology. nothing serious really. thanks for reading
Ophelia
Written as i viewed her sitting on the tree bough..
Frances Farmer (40s hollywood star)
This about the film actress frances farmer. Abandoned by hollywood, family, and put in a asylum..because she would not conform. eventually survived the nightmare. Book called Will there ever be a morning..
cut me open
just tear me apart take out my heart im losing my mind seeking you but what do i find shadows on wall blue lights shining from afar cut me open tear out my heart read it if you will my sorrow is my will my heart will be in your hands to late no more
EXIST NO MORE
what if this is how we will end
exorChrism.
sorry folks, this happened to me this day, when having a very serious more pathetic loony street preacher, and I told him this poem. ok shortly after that I had to run away. cause obviously he had a message from above to kill me. greetz Phil
I must be real...I saw my shadow.
I walk in Hollywood. i do not want to be alone. ...but i am. I do my best to say "hi"....."goodmorning".....but she never responds....days have turned to months and i still get no reply. i wonder if i am alive.....afterall....I can still see my s
The Dawn
Dawn is the end of night Night is the light That we seek so we can Move & be free from The Dawn
pleasant dreams and white lines
she gathered her thoughts in a dream just for now only good things untill she awakens to find her kill on the table next to her bed a thin white line so she grabs a needle shakes her oh god the feeling of dynamite in her arm no thoughts no dreams jus
Whats the point?
A time in life you sit unfullfilled unnoticed in a way you want to question yourself should you be here. What the point and have you really ran out of options.
Borderes and Boundaries
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The power of the grave.
You lust and consume all your life. Your mind is racing all day, trying to block out, what lay before you. But you are truely afraid, of your true path. Your destiny has saddled you. Anxiety, doubts and fears are signs:- death awaits you.
After Image
I have hope.....xxx
The Breakfast Special
Another poem I grew up with going through homeschool in high school. Kinda helps me see the world the way it really is. No rose colored glasses, no happy endings the way they show in the movies, we all live in reality and not everyone is thankful for other people or things. Even if they hide it in silence. But even in all the pain, there is still some sort of resemblance of a peace.
heroin girl
disable the mind heart suffering and out of time she cares not about anyone just got to have something to feed her vain she crawls through satans feet digging at her face her life is not her own where is an angel when you need one she loses it includ
take for granted
take for granted all my love kick me in the face when im down hate me always my friend this life wasn't for me my friend take for granted all of me kill me now burn with gasoline take from me all you will just please in your memories lets just live
Bleeding
words inspired by the suffering of someone I got to know but surely not alone in such an unfortunate reality...
Race
Eyes that blink and turn away. Warmth that caress the soul. Stars that twinkle captured by the water. Smell of storm traveling thru the distance. Waves that ripple on along. Rocking me back and forth to the seas song. Shore to far for one to
Netherscape
Hmm.
Loneliness
Religion hurts...
Bashing
you say you want us but you lie you say you like us but you lie you say we are everything but you lie you say we don't understand but you lie you say we are bitches but you lie you say we are inferior but you lie you hate us that is the
From my friend Carlos..Sadness (full)
Madness surrounds me,>>>>>> i look around and no one is there, i find myself trapped, hopeless to even lift a finger and dial the phone, i panic with deep breaths of shear guilt, i am freightened, to hear what you think of my sudden change in
Not an Eagle
Vultures and Eagles. They look somewhat alike but their behavior is a dead giveaway.
sleep oh sleep
This piece of peom was put down by myself during the ordeal of a chronic Insomnia that I've been thru from 2003-2005. Nothing God can't do.so,by his grace and love thru his son Jesus Christ,I'm healed and now i can sleep good without medication.
???Dont know
The creator of life that made me feel real cannot now repair or make me to heal for nothing is right and no one to see the feelings are gone from deep within me, All outward appearance soo calm and serene, disguise the real truth, I'm not w