Final Farewell
Neither desperation Nor fatalism, brood Amongst the heart Or twixt the head Should they retract (Those sanguine fingers) Tendrils of life (Or pernicious death?)
Dark Hours
Well, it isn't all about fairies, sometimes they just fly off and leave us in the hands of monsters, don't they...
horrible grey
Ban the grey Oh what a color you are Drab an boring So naff a color you are Boring drab Uncolorfull You are Not nice to look at ! who made you i do not no You hurt my eyes Never want to wear you In the bin you should go A
Demonic sleeping beauty
this lady when asleep is the most humane and loving to her husband who is also a showpiece to the world, but she is more than an unfaithful wife, she is a Daywalker(half human/vampire) and a priestess to her God with blood and manhood sacrifices. .. . and now you know. . . .
a world upside down
a world upside down Where there was once Leaves are now roots Mountains suspended like v shapes Suspended in soft pillow white clouds Resting their peaks Chimneys blowing smoke into the ground Turning fields dark and black soot clings to
Bomfire
Who's this guy faulks his name Into the deapths To parliment he went Hired a basement His plot began He loaded the basement The gun powder He bought His explosive black gold Filled to the rafters His barrels of gunpowder He wai
Challenge Halloween
write a scary poem on Halloween title it Halloween for fun only no judging come on poets lets go wild with this scene I await with great expectations your work Good luck and have fun doing some bonding as you read and get to know each other Le
halloween
On the bridge the headless Horseman sits Comtemplating his future Doing his job to scare human beings His day began as normal To scare the town folk Of wooky hollow When up pops his boss To say he was not scary enough Your sacked
feast of all souls
A heavy weight Black shadows Upon the shoulders Halloween night Passover of souls Lead heavy As wings fall Expelled from The garden That of Eden Bent down In grief I cried love lived My burning passion Shattered to be
Jeffrey Dahmer
Very few people are proud of their crimes and Jeffrey was trying to put on that he was sorry for his crimes. I just thought it would be fun to have him be unrepentant and real evil like Manson and give no real apology for his crimes. Another aspect of his trial was that he ate black people because he hated them and was a racist. I have to disagree with that. You don't let people in your home you hate. In Milwaukee they were simply available, that's all.
dead or alive
Buried in the sand Unknown that you are there Hidden from view Not a ripple or mound of dirt To tell if you are there No trace that you have been put there No sound no vibration No magnetic attraction On the streets of afganistan
Cybornatic Humanoid Zombie
I am going thru some mood swings with a pinch of depression so Forgive me me if i don't remark as often as i do. . . as my flu is also a bugging nuisance that's making me out to be. . .
Monsters
Reading a lot of nonfiction books on some real monsters. Jeffrey Dahmer, Last Meals, stories on last meals served to executed prisoners (cheeseburger ranks as the most popular last meal request) and the mother of David Peltzer who wrote a book "A Child Called It."
Marked for Death (Let it rest) !!!
I watched this action packed sad movie the end is so tragic. . . she is alone coz everyone is dead. . the crooks and the cops too!
Tiny sparkle Nails
what do you think?
Poltergeist
Just started watching the movie Poltergeist. Heather O'Rourke who played Carol Ann Freeling died in 1988 at the age of 12 from a misdiagnosed intestinal stenosis. I have seen the other two movies and you can really see her face puffed out from her illness in Poltergeist III. The closest I have ever come in contact with a ghost was at a farm house my sister rented back in 1980. She moved because she felt watched by the ghost of the old man who died in that house.
forgotten
Just be
Last of the Leaves
Sometimes I feel quite sad to see the beautiful, radiant leaves with all the life they’ve created and beauty they’ve gave, come to pass.
“In my fires”
Make you hate that you love it. Poisoned by one so infectiously toxic. Become drunken by an aphrodisiac so exotic. Birth in the darkest of places I’m hell spawn. Take pleasure in breaking you till dawn. On your every page i will have drawn. I’l
Sea Dogs
SPOILER : A group was captured by vicious heartless pirates, they made the mother walk the plank, looked on by the ELDEST of her children, she is the Goddess of Alantis and lastly they transform to their true form. . .
Immortal Beloved
If you die single, my ashes will go and visit you...
Wild Spirits
Freaked out lately with bad dreams and dark thoughts of death...crazy time of year or something. So just letting sometimes wild spirits out for a little frolicking and fun, I don't know?? Poetic freedom like free speech rules!
~~~~ Where Did She Go ~~~~
Just stopping by...
~~~~~~~ EARTH~~~~~~~
Just for a fun write
MY MASTERPIECE (Last poem)
lately very disappointed with some events taking place elsewhere, its affected my morale badly, Alas this is my Masterpiece! my very last composed one. if something goes right in your life you can take comfort and strength from there, when nothing seem to go brightly or boost your confidence, it takes a Hell of a beating and the last straw would be jumping off a bridge. . . not me, not even good enough to do it when depression hits, i fight it back by listening to music. its not working this time. . . the good news is more time to comment.
Gothic Romance
In a state of high excitement she prepared for the Gothic party Dressed in jet black from head to toe with nails and lips shining black Arriving at the Gothic mansion a shiver ran down her spine evil gargoyles grinned at her seeming ready to
deceased heart
Looking beyond discovery within one universe The dark side faceless without moon Illusion shadows Taking you there pages within turn As pipes begin lamenting From the deep begin blowing Were a fire burns Heart burning dreams
shadow man
In the shadows The dark pavement The quiet unlite Dark lane The alley ways He waits Hidden from preying eyes He scurries about No form just dark shadows he sides with you following you about Stay in the light he won't follow you th
Carrie: Differences in the new movie
I enjoyed the new version, but found it a little hard to see the actress as a victim after seeing her in Kickass and Kickass 2.
FORGIVE ME OR NOT
You like to be punished and I punish well My words of warning on deaf ear fell I am not the girl for you and will never be Why can the world but not you see I am what one calls a bitter medicine nothing more Please I am begging you just walk thr
dark colours
opening in horror mouth severing tongue ruptured emotions spilling hurt burning heartaches teardrops of anguish no more happiness inside thorns tear in torment inside out no compassion with that of sympathy blue cold beating turning
Aeon of Shades
ae·on [ee-uhn, ee-on] noun 1. (in Gnosticism) one of a class of powers or beings conceived as emanating from the Supreme Being and performing various functions in the operations of the universe.
Insignificant - inspired by "Bottom Line"
I came across "looknshare's poem titled Bottom-line" and somehow inspired me to put these lines together... an acknowledgement... I realize sometimes it pays to listen or at least acknowledge love one's efforts to reach out before it's too late...
the seductress
With her ruby red lips Long flowing blonde hair Her seductive charm The sway of her hips The seductress The actress Pretends to romance charm her lover To the bedroom she seduses him Offers her heavenly sole her curves her charm One
"Silent tears"
Like steam from boiling water, this pain rise. Rain clouds fester in these eyes. As they burst, falling are droplets of sadness. Dismal grey paints a color of the absence of happiness You were made to make me hurt. Yet with this mistress of mise
Camp Fire Tales
Sitting round the camp fire the men told each other tales as the night went on each one became more elaborate by turn Tales of whoppers that got away a few night time bed stories of this and that very lush ladies they swopped some hunting st
poppy
On the battle field the bombs fell Battle scared Bomb craters Dismemberd dead Some partly alive shot Blood stained Some missing limbs Over the battlements They gather running as fast as they can Dart here darting there Falling b
Always Bring A Knife To A Gun Fight
Shoulder to shoulder Army and Marines 21st century soldier lethal killing machines Were to take this strong hold and set nations free Starting with ridding this city from insurgent filled streets Gave civilians early warning tomorrow we'll invade
“Divergence”
Poem #79
Breathe
I take a breath Maybe not just yet Life is strangling my neck Trudging on this wrecked path All I hear are my own gasps The air has ceased to exist Life intensifying its grip Sucking up my oxygen Tearing into my skin Leaving pools of blood
Anxiety
I’m crashing and burning My path covered in smoke Coughing and gagging No clue where to go Each step a vastness of flames No redemption from the heat My words they speak A salvo of thought Tricking my brain Contemplations combust Incar
Death of truth
Stuck in a world where truth has died darts of lies sting my insides They burn a hole so deep guts and gore spill to the floor I pick them up blood oozing between my fingers Hot and sticky I may die as I stare in horror Sinister voices try to l