if you're reading this
If you're reading this I'm no longer around it's a note I left I hope it's found when life is tricky you gamble cares so I slid down the apples and pears my rent was due and life got cheap finance drove off with my off road sheep my
Dynamite
Anger Management
Ten Cats
Ten cats went for deer hunting The mercedes cat fell into the abyss And then there were nine Nine cats were sleeping on the couch A heavy chandelier dropped on the cossackcat And then there were eight Eight cats were on the hill having a p
Old Friends
I adore old people
Fear of the Dark
Fear not,,....
A Soul that Suffereth
There can be no pleasure without pain.
Silence Molds Clouds All Day
“Let silence take you to the core of life.” -Rumi
wandering anger
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other p
covid19
Unseen Silent your there Can't be seen You wander You lurk Victims you seek The weak the volunable The sick Victims of all to the ends of earth From victims breath you lurk You don't care For your the killer of the weak
tales of the everyday
For John Prine
The Origin of Candykid
Dark story-tell style.
A Night in Newtown (circa 1987)
* Excluding the Lesbian, and Gay, pubs. ** It was, at this time, now quite expensive - and gentrified. *** Old male alcoholics, on "skid row" drinking "metho" (methylated spirits). **** A pub. ***** A measure of beer, (425 mL). ***** Somebody put something in my drink! (in a previous pub, I think it was that c*nt Steve!). ^ My friend at the time, and about my age. ^^ Alexandria, Inner Sydney industrial suburb - now covered in home units (apartments). ^^^ As Shakespeare said. (Erskineville, and St Peter's are also inner Sydney suburbs). The Rose of Australia ............. a pub
THE BILLION DOLLAR LOSER
i just have to tell the truth. the news is lying about trump who i"ll back til the end
Dragon Cult Ritual
Like a moth into the light, the world is ours to unite, so purified, as we ignite, and toss ourselves into his flame, to free ourselves of nature's blame. His hunger, habitual. Like a whore of hearts lament, our fate is ours to regret, so
My 100th Poem
I hope this explains some of the themes, behind my previous poems. * Some use of irony here.
Angst
It's a poem on personal angst.
Black Magic
Some dark stuff...more coming...
Silhouette
One day when you relapse and you do really need someone as a companion to comfort you, someone you expect to be your best side to at least giving you more time, but they were all gone and disappeared. So the only thing you could do just write everything on paper like I do. I know people have their own business. So since that day I never beg for their time. Never beg for attention etc. People will make time if they want to. If they're not, just walk away.
Lottery Ruined My Life
This is based on real people who have won the lottery and 90 percent of all football athletes who end up blowing their millions on frivolous things like limos, private jets, and fancy meals.
We're In Trouble...
Song...
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone.. his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust.. not even lust could the hurtin
Is this a life or is this my death
Just circumstance
Whose is the real monster?
i got tis inspired poem from MrLeo617 while reading his poems if i was the lover betrayed wit a Magnum gun in my hand would i pull the trigger or would i walk away. . . . On matter how bad it seems or what hands fate plays you No one has the right to play God or Death!
Katrina
I thought I was a good poet but then again not. I tried my best to connect but had a proficiently in failing more than want. So here I am slumming in the street of New Orleans. Maybe you have met me. Maybe not. No worry, I treasure yester
Sad Poem
Just thinking of some random things that are depressing. Work and the raining cold day helped.
Black Sheep
Simple really...Or is it...?
Death's Army
Time to repent
Seek
This is a short poem of a heart hoping even in fear.It is incomplete,words pouring out of me in a few seconds. Commanding me to bring these feelings to life and I did because words too need to breathe.
Don't go there
Don't go there Cries the hidden voice Inviting lush water's edge Hidden dangers lurk Shortness of breath Freezes ones sense Express ones breath Frozen from water's deep Danger lurks pulls from beneath It waits for You and him and her
The period
Period...
"His to keep."
Ever wonder if life is just a series of randomness. Or is filled with preordained mile marks of destiny. Does selflessness worth more than pleasures of selfishness? At the end of life is there judgement of one's deeds their pitiless virulence vers
Apocolypse
I dreamed it vividly one night.
Man Without A Face
this inspire from man without picture profile that angry because i want to know the truth why he hiding his face so i give him a question. But he is answer me that its me that have problems. As an infj ( i've got 3 times test, it still have the same result), i see that what he saying is reflection of his own self, which is like to blame people without knowing the reason behind my question. The point is dont get mad easily, the more you showing anger to an infj, you will be more easy for us to know that you are hiding something. The more you are afraid of saying the truth, the more i try to analyze your soul deeply. Hello there. Please do show your face. Thank you. Hahaha...
The Succubus
Originally published as: "The Succubus (She Devil)"
He died
Song...
Castaway
Others of you I'm sure feel it too, I'm lost and alone in this life sometimes...
The Witch’s Secret
The story of one of the quests of my youth.
Pain is my friend
Song...
The Price of Obedience
Society says this is the way and so I play Over and over again always losing the game From the rules I just can’t or won’t stray In the end I find somewhere to lay the blame For the pain, the feelings of failure, the hole That opens even wider i
My first internet date!
I hope none of you ever experience what I did.
Twisted Magical
One Grew Wings?
Ghostwriter
This haunted temple of mine inside is just a spirit prison... Housing cold dark spirits that control my every thought... I have not chosen these frozen and unholy written visions... And though I'm blessed, I am a mess, and thoroughly possessed...