final goodbye
a feeling of lost in a world of tragedies
Darkness
Written during a very dark time in my life.
angel dying
please understand this poem is not against religion of any kind are any people
solace
lights gone off in my head got to put it all back im flying im falling im dead pictures flashing im not yet gone shadows follow me every time i breathe voices follow me into the sea solace as im dead asleep roses and wine drowning inside poisoned ins
double jeopardy
innocent again you cant prove me wrong jumping off to the light of another song you look at me and tell me why you can kiss my a.. good bye ill take it to the end and you'll never be my friend again you might see me somewhere new i won't say a word n
Vultures
vultures are all around us
Entangled..
Its what was inside,Its surfaced...!
CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
this is just a crazy dream i had,just before falling asleep,i grabed my pen and started to write it down before i forgot the thought,when you live alone,lots of ideas cruise through your head.
The Holy Warrior
It started out as a thought on the destruction and death in the former Yugoslav republics and then just sort of wandered! By the way, if you caught the Pink Floyd reference, then you are REALLY OLD!!! ;) Yeah, I know, me too.
Postcard from my heart
Sitting on a park bench. Nowhere to be, nobody to see. No one to share, no one to care. All alone in this world. All I have to do to pass the time is write another postcard from my heart. Send it to nobody in particular, and hope it neve
I AM
The pain and self loathing after a break up.
If You Were My Angel
Women should be able to identify with this poem easily. I worked with a man who based all of his hideous behavior on the fact that the woman of his choosing wanted nothing to do with him. I wrote the poem as if I was speaking from his perspective, but the man was in every way repulsive, I'm very glad that I am not him!
Battle Cry
I was on the beach, looking over the New York skyline thinking of 9/11 and these words came to mind.
od'in on a full moon
fictional fun with a twist of reality in the mix.
Hizzie Fallow Balaloo
Danae no wot it's aboot I wis dundering.
silver dust over blue sky
i just am
who are you
its like in another realmbut still same
care to chat?
this is a nasty one,don't worry girls,i'm not like this,this came from the deepest,darkest,places of the mind,a poets mind can be one of the most warped places to be!!!....yikes..lol.
uncharted love
one of many of my dark poems,the lonliness eats you from the inside out,any guy/girl i'm sure can relate to this,poetry only helps express this state of mind,most of us have felt this way,at one time or another..lol
♥ Look ♥
The truth.
Wastrel Days
A lot of experiences in this song, really, it's about my younger days when I just hitch-hiked around the country!
ghost of water\the breeze
read at own risk
I'm so special
you will never find that perfect mate,they don't exsist...so i wrote this poem for people who think,they do exsist,some get self absorbed into themselves,for those...read this.
My mind
Conceald
next time, I'll get a good one
there's no pleasing some people
automatic punch
driving the lines of days gone by trying to make it without saying goodbye heart beaten fast as a line across the board time finds me on the floor iv hit the bottom of the shore automatic punch and im no more
song of despair
time absence nothinness empty gone obselete transparency im alone on a dream cloud floating in to a new horizon time has broken me i am the fire burning in the vain of the nameless the soulless this is my song of despair im withered an empty shell du
A Cryptic Night
so spoke the wanderer - mindfull of hardships and of cruel slaughters each dawn - i rise alone - mired in ancient sorrows wretched and deprived of my native land i have my mind bound with fetter for many years i lay hidden in the concealment of
why ? freedom is no more
think what you will but do not judge the innocent we are all guilty in murder there's so ways people die
center of existence
maby its something to think about
Apocolypse
I dreamed it vividly one night.
revolt
Where gods lost They cry tears of fists raised A wide fog It prevents me to move In the most tender mercy That time it passes Overshadowing that my look Visions of all fears Remain popping How rotten branches my fingers Where the friend
poison
this is how i feel without this girl i love you know who you are
I'M PERFECT
admit it....we have all felt like this at one time or another,i wrote this,while lying in bed...thinking...i want to meet someone PERFECT!
forgoten one
yeah! i write alot of dark poetry...but i still stay bright and cheery,the best pyscologist,is the one inside you! i wrote this after feeling depressed and hopeless.
THE LIVING DEAD
BEWARE!!! I WRITE SOME VERY DARK POETRY,I CAN'T COMMENT HERE.
CRYING OUT LOUD
very dark...very personal,a poem about loneliness,todays stuck up society,being single today..is a nightmare...i know.
Journey
My life at the moment!
~Gunpowder an Glory~
it used to be so quiet around here an the past couple of months it's been crazy with murders. Remembering the fallen.
So Sad
I don't know. I read some of madtat29's poetry, and made me feel awfully blue. You should check his poetry out. It's really good; but, be warned, it'll make you feel oh-so-bad.
beuitifull solitude dude
you are now condescending down down to the ground in an oarnge colorfree cart and the rest has all been swept away as you wake in the dawn of a worryfree day and the clouds compliment you for a defeat well fought freedom to compose have you not forgo
Shadows on the Cobblestones
Walking in London along the Thames River