Melodramatic life
Listening to Lighthouse :(wake me up when sept ends) while feeling this
Road to Nowhere
It appears that very few really take the time to get to know & understand the person they are chatting to on these sites. Everyone wants a quick fix. How long can you wear that heavy mask before the real you is revealed? Without patience ... this is one long and lonely road to nowhere ... fast.
A dream
About a person who was only thinking of herself .....................
Enclosed pain
Six sides Closed in walls Gray barran Graffiti lurks cold to breath Lights flicker Senses void Hightened pain Ears closed Shouts of pain From others closed Senses hightened to the cold Investment breath heavy Damp one sits and dwel
A nightmare unfolds...Pt.1
There is a place, We were told not to go, The four of us, A girl included, With signs and symbols seen, All around the place, Hiding shadow with eyes, Watching our every moment. With the sound of thunder, A dark storm is coming, We have no
WIND
The wind that goes no where that we all chase to no end.
Happy Dead Soul
There's a little black spot inside of the hole The little black hole that's consumed my soul There's a little black part inside of my heart My little black heart's been torn apart There's a broken place inside of my head Makes me feel alive, mak
at the dark shore
feelings and emotions
Awoken
Haiku style influenced prophesy of the second coming of Christ. Why not? Watch out Godzilla, here's comes JC !! :)
Broken soul ....
Well , a broken soul has no purpose , nor does it have true meaning,you can't compare a broken soul to a broken heart there is no parts to mend the soul was created to heal the mind and body it's free a spirt that can never be free, a bird that is b
Paths we take
Comments I sit in silence Or walk my cell The darkness is a living hell The iron bars The rot and smell This place will never sell Footfalls muffled Voices hushed My soul is slowly being crushed Thoughts turn inward Light The se
Faded Angel
Lying on the grass in Newtown Cemetary To see the setting Sun in his hot ire Drown in a riot of colour - soon sparkling sky - As Titan sinks now in a sea of fire. Bright trace remains- although the day must die - The sinking sun to night almost
Azimuth
Well, I just scratched my back, and saw the moment.
When im free
when I am free the dark well move into light and set my wings for final flight, maybe in the day but probably in the night, when I am free I well let go of all the past, when I am free there be no fear my sprit well soar across the sky I well need n
November’s Rain
A poem reflective of the season and the approaching winter snows, moody and muddy is November in the Appalachian mountains.
We Wear the Mask BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting al
~ Tis Halloween Eve ~
Tis a bit on the dark side ~ But then so are Ghosts & Ghouls & things that go bump in the night!
Winchester's hunt - Supernatural
Campbells and winchesters, Dean,sam and John, Together they are the Hunters, Of the unknown Supernaturals. http://photos.connectingsingles.com/blogs/9/blog1a04d
to the CENTURY's MURDER...
some TIMID ...they cant wait 7 days in SECLUSION
The Unknown
What is that sound beneath my bed Or is it something that’s in my head The sound of claws upon the wall Footsteps that echo down the hall The scuttling sound upon the floor The persistent banging on the door A silent scream that’s barely
The Silence
Having fun with some dark poetry
SO HORRIBLY UNKIND
Life ain't right sometimes. In spite of our attempts to cope we can't seem to iron out all the wrinkles. We seem paused (stuck!) in a terrible place where our dreams appear gone forever and all we focus on is our problems, past, present, and future.
What is Haunting Me?
What may haunt us inside or outside of ourselves? This is one that just ‘came to me’- you know, the muse came to visit for a while. The setting is ‘walking through the spooky ole woods alone’ but I think there’s more to the story. What do you think? And this also evolved to become a song.
ALONE INSIDE STARE
there is a song by british rockers, the police, called "king of pain." my life has been a series of very tragic experiences, for myself and those i care about. i deal with them ok most of the time. but once in awhile i find myself sitting alone, with my eyes closed, staring.
The show must go on
Come to me all you insulting people. Come and unleash your vitriol I must possess something that fires up your hate And my presence hypes up your excitement You'll never find anything good on my posts Nor can you see anything beneficial i
The Last Dream
Inspired by Anthony Perkins role in "Phaedra".
The dream killer
On that day, my son was attending an open day at a University.. and I went walking in town, waiting for him... I sat at a coffee in the heart of a shopping centre... and wrote down my impression of that moment... between advertising on walls, shoppers and sad reality of our "modern" society... Not too sure in what category this fall in... so I went for dark poetry... free verse... The dream killer...
Without You
We all feel the hurt of loss in our lives, I have felt so much within my short life span.
PAIN
Just had enough experience to understand PAIN, so I jotted this down. added (2) 6/3/18 TWK-3/22/22
My dark night
This is a piece I wrote years aback about the struggles I've had to face and eventually overcome having been a victim of child s*xual abuse.
The Rivers Of My Tears
I originally posted this when I was told life was waving me goodbye only to be told 45 days later that I was going to live long after all. I can only be thankful and grateful. Just revisiting my past. Thanks again for all your peruse.
Die Your Way Industries
Just having some fun with the subject of assisted suicide which I believe is legal in Oregon.
Blogging
With anger and hostility They will gather to view Running their mouths off As they all do No talent to call on So tear it all down I care not I hear not For I'm just a clown
Bottoms up
The idea around a temporary escape which a bottle can bring to the emotional state of mind...usually leaves some kind of regret.
So Old Vampire
Tags: acrostic, rhyme scheme, alliteration, taunt, horror, folklore
The Wishing Tree
Change, remorse, strength, hope
Grafitti in bathrooms
I have never written on a bathroom stall, but I've seen quite a few at work and at different locations where I live. Some at a local bowling alley have been there for over 25 years!
The Question
Draw your own conclusions; for me to explain the poem destroys its existence.
Shipwrecked
Illustrative of my penchant for sonnets.
Predaceous Eyes
Something to share about primitive feelings
Bedbugs
Bedbugs when they are engorged on your blood can get to as big as the head on a Lincoln penny. They usually feed at night when you are asleep and crawl back to their hiding spots the rest of the day.
Hopeless Kids
Just going over Dylan Klebold's journal and seeing how dark the thoughts were for him. I think that some people need someone to just say, Hey! It's gets better, hang in there!