new sole
To clean your mortal body To cleanse your sole To renew your sole To breath new Beginninings To rid your sole of Bad omens To blow Away Your no 666 No more you shall be To harp the angels sing A new mortals sole now sings With g
Without a Trace....
When my time comes to depart this life, Inhumanity will be one of the reasons I won't mind leaving.
Insomnia
Pale under the moon through the glass his limbs still and soon before storm clouds pass over the house and fill it with darkness she'll slip in beside him as into a pool. Warm ripples will lap her thighs,brim her breasts,spool her clo
Atonement
Cleared the fog that was veiled around me And blurred my sights Suddenly, I'm no longer aching To honor my plights Rising moon and my skin is peeling Past undone Suddenly, I can't justify What I had become
Seeking
Just this days emotions.
procrastinating eyes
I dont know I guess many times I held back when I should have went for it.
dark shadows
Dark shadows Ghost of the night Fog lingers The chill of the nite Trees cast shadows Creatures cry Silence broken In the nite eery dark sky Whispers heard moving shadows Creatures roam Darkness consumes The cries of the nite
A Man
Deep thinking and contemplation today.
Guilt
Inspired from working in the mental health field...
Bride of thanatos
We all want something beautiful.....
UPON LOVES ALTAR
Death of heart
Dialogue with the death angel
Just contemplating..An existential write..Thank you..
<——As is as is——>
I have had mates who have fought in the war. It’s sort of a memorial and memory of my mate. ?????????????
Let me be
My liver is stuffed. Point of no return.
**If I Could Take You Into Me
I wrote this poem and many others during a time when I was involved with a man who had some commitment problems. He lived with me for a year and then decided to move out while continuing a relationship with me. I went through a lot of emotional turmoil and found solace in writing these poems and performing in open mic poetry readings around town. Oddly enough, that is where I met my husband a couple of years later. The poem is somewhat s*xual, but the underlying meaning is that I wanted that man to understand me. I wanted him to "be inside" of me to understand how I felt.
**I Am
Like closing my eyes and taking in surroundings Falling into lacey arms Disarmed in the TV shadows Blue lights and monotonous drones of DVD Tasting tomatoes on razor beard hairs Cutting out red tinged blush on my face In this place I am locked
untitled (still cant think of a title)
a personal poem
Twisted Alliance
You enjoy torture and inflicting pain.You make it look like im going insane.Some how you manage to remain out of sight.You hide yourself well. Sometimes you can be creepier than anything that could come out from Hell. You give me an evil laugh and a
Words
I would always manipulate, everything to which I would relate, this made those around feel unheard, now I just do this with words. Words are truly unique creations, that hold with you no expectations, as they allow you to have your say, it n
Rising Moon
My mood is dark, I’m full of gloom, just like the night, before new moon. Pitch, black darkness, with shards of light, not much joy, but lots of fright. I feel bitter and twisted, like I won’t be missed, if I were to leave, there won’t
Red and Black
I'm the writer of this poem. I was feeling lost and angry when I wrote it.
So What
Frustrated at this Point
warped minds of death
it is a song
The Almond Tree.
This is a rather dark piece of verse...the world was becoming evermore nihilistic and decadent or so I imagined in my own perceptions. I used the symbol of an almond tree because it is one of the first trees to flower in the spring and is thus the symbol of re-birth. At first the tree wrestles with fall and winter beneath the watchful eye of the moon...as we are in darkness and decadence...however, eventually all things whether good or evil will come to an end...eventually the sun will rise and even death is cyclical and can be defeated. Only to return to decadence and sh*t. Basically we create our own wasteland...and will continue to do so. But that was only a momentary thought and inspired only these ridiculous verses.
Confession
I wrote this in order to help reveal to my mom about my vile obsession towards my unhealthy coping mechanism due to the abuse I endured as a child.
Depression
My Mother suffered from depression all her life and eventually took her own life. This poem is a reflection of how I understood her illness, seeing the darkeness that surrounded her.
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
Dawning
Though it is too late we must carry on though we break the night still will come the dawn.
i weeped ageless
Dedicated to my mom who died unexpectedly on April 27th 2009
Truth is in Pain
Pain is an honest feeling/emotion. but unfortunately for me, its been too frequent. this poem reflects one man in particular regarding the abuse I endured.
His Main Problem
Masterpieces went walkies between his head and the page
The Reaper
The reaper stands behind me As the blood drips from my wrist Now death is all I can see And I do not try to resist I am summoned to the dark side Rather than go into the light By the devil's rule I must abide For Satan's wrath is tight I sud
War
As I lay on the bottom of my bunk I gaze at the supports above me Realizing that they are simply hallmarks of the true reality The supports in use are nothing more than wire strands I reach for them with outstretched hands A simple touch and th
My War
I will never shrink into the night Always standing my ground to fight Battle till the very last breath Keep on fighting to the very death For those who wish to wager war Think wisely before you wish to explore I will make you writhe and scream
They will see...
This poem was written by me when I was upset at the world.
Drowning By Intent
Drowning By Intent Wasted lives when souls disperse too late to fear the depth of liquid authority in this, the last great selfish act calling death to make a pact, now, bedevilled lives are spent in loneliness and dogged intent! so
Mask
i just wrote it when i was kind of depressed
Reborn
I have always had a knack for being a creative writer. This poem is about my outlook on life. No matter haw many bad times you have, they will always "die" and the good days will be reborn.
The Never Ending Night
This was one of my first published poems in which I have written.
My life
I'm worn down fourty hours at a jog I hate My life is unwinding its just to late Its hard to keep goin I just want to stop I'm at the bottom I cant't see the top I'm slowly dieing my soul is crushed I keep yelling but my voice is hushed I want to be
dreams
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circus
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