What the @$# am I talking about?!
I don't even know how to explain?! This piece is about something different to every person that reads it, so tell me what is it about to you? Seriously I would love to hear others views because there are so many things I think I mean here *lol*
Angel's Have Two Shiny Wings
Gabriel, the left hand, Blowing his Trumpet Ere the last stand, Come all ye, hither, Where Satan's fallen slither And witness, Aye, God's fury Nuclear fire, ashes, and slurry. The Angels aloft, hawks of heaven, Wings war-torn an
Walking along the shore!
Oh boy...same time frame,around the age of 16. I suppose i may have been alittle suicidle, but dont remember,feeling THAT bad. (hind site) i suppose.Anyway...i'm much happier today.
Open
The Night is young & full of rest I can't describe the way she's dress'd She'll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest
I Am Hate ((WARNING...not nice !!))
I just wanted to share this poem and a few others that touched different subjects and emotions... With this poem I wanted to see what you all thought when i'm not writing about love, but yet the opposite...Hate.
the anti . . . Christ
denomination of souls fouled of reaped putridness carried by scar stained eyes in a bloodied bath of quest to dark prosper all mankind with a stroke of a black brush of defiant deed . . . . . . . for whence he arrives amassed n
A Thought, Still..!
This is my early morning thought,, Hope you enjoy, Its early morning and we all say whats there, I read lots of the members writting, a community for all,,..1111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!Thank-you
The night
One more to hopefully ponder over..!
Dead found love
I saw you with the devil inside Running away with your skeliton bride Where were you when her mother cried on her knees I wanted to feel and you know that I tried But I got caught with a counerfeit bribe You always told the truth as you lied to
To be as she
It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain. Wolves vent their cry, the thirsting one wakens. Night shrouds her pale form, a timeless desire. Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full crimson lips par
To Lye In A Grave
I wrote this poem during the time where all that was on my mind was when would i die, when would it all end and how. But there's more to life than death
The Mystery of Susie ( Thriller Poem)
Where did little Susie go Little Susie all alone She left her school at three o clock Never to come home Her parents called the police The police formed a search And all the helpful volunteers Gathered at the church She had on a yellow s
fading into nothingness
fading into nothingness. fallen and broken beyond seems to be a future of something successful. ashamed and trying to heal from the painful shadows of my courageless past. the writing you read is everything that I own and nothing more
Free From You..
You'll never again hurt me the way you once did.. You will never again, be able to tell me what to do, Or who to see.. or what to be.. Because now I am finally free... Never again will you tell me where to go.. This time around, I'm
A moment we lost..!
just a early moment.i remember camping in love..!wow..!
My Kind
Wrote this about 20 years ago nice to have a forum
They will see
This poem is my outlook toward the people who have misjudged me or even judged me at all. I believe people should be able to live their lives without having to worry about who is spreading rumors, and what is being said about them. The world now-a-days is just so cruel and people deserve the right to live their lives without stress produced by others.
As I resume the silent walk
I wrote this while I was pacing around a courtyard at uni. I was feeling very isolated and lonely and my thought were all depressing. It was like something had taken a-hold of my thoughts and turned then into stagnant, black bile. Not surprisingly once I'd written this it was almost like I'd banished something. I tend to use poetry like that. The act of writing and focusing on my thoughts and words seems to create a level of reality to them. Taking them beyond myself and to a place I can look at them as if they're not mine. Does anyone else also get the "itch" for poetry? I always feel like lightening is shooting up my spine and ants are crawling under my skin until I get the words on paper. The worst part is when you've wanted to say something and suddenly the inspiration is gone and you feel hollow. I once heard it described as like seeing a storm on the horizon and having to sprint to get some paper and write it all down before the storm passes. Love to hear you comments either on the poem or my questions here. I have some other poems if anyone is interested in hearing them? Ralph
Bare-foot she glow.
Just a relaxing word,cant say
death
Kill or be killed An entity that for ever be thrilled To spill blood that needs to be spilled Only the corrupt and cruel Rape murder and theft are my fuel A moment time to react Wedges sharp a serrated point is a fact Metal jackets hollow poi
Y-nom-raH 2003
Your heart is black. Evil is your mind. Your thoughts are of hurt. Words the weapons, and your actions the murder. Twisting the blade of love, you enjoy. Bending truths till lies are all that is left. Games of the mind are your passion. E
'padded walls'
days of the early sanitorium's.
Forbidden Love
Loving this, isn't something I should do, Shouldn't want to spend my time in taboo. I should try to be strong, but it's the right kind of wrong. This might be a mistake I'm maken, But given waht it does, I'm happy to be taken. Nothing's ever
HALLOWEEN
Its coming up for that time of year, beware trick or treaters
A true love was she..
I was sitting thinking of "Desire,and it came ouy,as it did,
untitiled
Drunk on freshly fallen dew Main coarse at the bar-b-que It's not my hypocratic oath So I'm not the one to quote Change the way you change Erase and retrace my face I smoked a crusty roach And found a new approach Taste the way I feel Y
An eyesore's heart
I saw you in the dead of night A thirst for blood was in your eyes I tried to run but still I stared When I looked again it's as if you were never there I was never affraid Still felt compelled to hide But you went away And that is why I cri
BECAUSE OF YOU!
it is a private matter, but if you read this, and know anyone in this situation, do something. get them help.
Black widow
I AM A LITTLE SPIDER I CRAWL ALONG YOUR WALLS WHILE THERE AND THEN A WEB I DO SPIN TO WHICH I PUT MY MEN IN I KISS THEM I ---- THEM AND THEN CAST THEM TO HELL FOR I THE BLACK WIDOW WILL DIE AS WELL
And yet you say I don't care
What both male an female can encounter at times. Amazing how blind some people can be, poor me syndrome too many people have an they become selfish an make everything about them. Perhaps these kind of people don't deserve to be treated so good!
RIDDLED
A DEEP MOOD.
Petal
The life it crys It's impossible pain Defying all odds by large amounts It just meets to that end That bitter sweet end Winding around the road That cross fades Nothing glows The final petal falls
The path
The path is chosen Already woven Never change With or without my consent It will It goes on forever Meeting to my end
Field Trip
The wind rallied on the day Destined to break the fellow's bone Too short minded for his pain He felt nothing but a boat's sail For the luckless few he had confessed Of the wasted dice that put him in distress The lost soul, the misused c
A Divided Line
Her cutting remarks made their mark While the winding road drew nearer Her eyes were now slit and of envy, As he halted to a stop. His love for her was now on edge As she continued her deepest feelings Never was he so concerned To see
Strange Dreams Better off Forgotten
Beauty in the flames Burning to chills Breathlessness in the wind with pain with pleasure Ashes to paper Blown away like dust Demon- Addiction- Affection Feeling of unwantedness Only for the divity of others necessities Swelling an
A evening tremor..!
On the same thought as my previos poem,thanks to all you fine people..!
Secrets in the Closet!
BE CAREFUL WHO YOU PLACE YOU TRUST IN.
Deceive
Have you ever walked outside, and claimed the world was yours? Then you find out it's a lie when you walk back through those doors. Now when you look into my eyes, do you cover yours in fear, 'cause you're afraid to realize that the time is dr
in the spark of night
A love poem just hit me.!
In the spirit of Halloween: The Poet
A dark and scary poem to suggests an equally dark and twisted story behind the origins of a certain work... Poe's famous poem, The Raven, and his love for a certain woman, Lenore.
TWIN TOWERS
A dedication to the day, it's a day we all lived an died to some degree!