I must be real...I saw my shadow.
I walk in Hollywood. i do not want to be alone. ...but i am. I do my best to say "hi"....."goodmorning".....but she never responds....days have turned to months and i still get no reply. i wonder if i am alive.....afterall....I can still see my s
EXIST NO MORE
what if this is how we will end
Mortality
we are here just for a time. so we should make best use of it and enjoy as best as we can.
salt rain
my sorrow crawls across the floor
cut me open
just tear me apart take out my heart im losing my mind seeking you but what do i find shadows on wall blue lights shining from afar cut me open tear out my heart read it if you will my sorrow is my will my heart will be in your hands to late no more
Frances Farmer (40s hollywood star)
This about the film actress frances farmer. Abandoned by hollywood, family, and put in a asylum..because she would not conform. eventually survived the nightmare. Book called Will there ever be a morning..
Ophelia
Written as i viewed her sitting on the tree bough..
~The Lawyer~
Sharing a thought.
Rambling
Rambling thoughts.....
Close your eyes part 1(?)
I emptied my life into your heart But you can't distinguish between love and fear And as you make love to yourself I barely survived on my falling tears I emptied my soul to give you room inside Betrayed my beliefs and sought faith in above I
swimming in shadows
bitter pill of dreams a time buried in space lifeless worlds heartless cries i hope you bury me deep in the trees do not look at me im not human anymore you cut me now im six feet swimming in shadows dying every day will i ever see another tomorrow d
War
You strive to conquer And defeat your enemy Win at all cost As a war within yourself heightens And you tire before your time Win and lose yourself forever Burdened by the thoughts You travel the divide between madness and sanity
The ever changing mind
The ever changing mind So dedicated but misses the mark As wisdom comes to he who waits I sit here wondering What does it all mean I grasp the concept But it alienates me I try to shake it But it comes back Reality sets in
fictional dreamin.........or is it!
eyes jumpin out of your mind thats in blurr scared breath, rides the air as you struggle to be it's not yours, how can it be, it's never this way you fondle your mind for resolution of sorts cajun heat body steams within your realm where it be
Priority
Just another memory from my mind.....
For a Friend
Just wanted to write something on this subject, after hearing something on the radio......Andrew...xxx
Nonsense
I watched from a far Even close by The puzzle pieces Come together Of trivial Cat walk Talk. I’ve kept my thoughts hidden For if the culprit discovers I know; Her trivial Becomes more trivial. Karma Karma They chant. Using guilt A
isolation.
the name says it all, isolation. the deeper man comes in dreams the better they develop their imagination. though this poem is suposed to be a helping hand in leaving worries or sorrow. fear is a small motivator and a big demeanor, when not banned properly. thank you for reading
Cries for the dead!
food for thought!
Nights of Thought
The title says it all. The rest your intelligent minds will figure out through reading and analyzing this poem.
Confusion
Confusion weaved its web with me got caught in circumstance and could not see, Imaginary world so real, reality struck now numb cant feel, Tears of a clown and fall from grace, tumbling down, falling back, lose the race, Eternal beams o
The Beginning
The title much says it all. The beginning.
Land of the dead
Song...
Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company, but poor company it is.
I Can't!
I can't remember how this story goes, I can't deciper between friends or foes, I can't believe in good and bad, I can't find the happy or sad, I can't see the love or hate, I can't arise, not early nor late, I can't follow, be part of the pack,
A View of Life - 1996
Hopes I once had are now drowned in the sea of my mind No joy is left only pain in the core of my heart Thoughts are now full of unknown deepest fear torn apart by my senses Doubtfulness just rules me now then I ask - where is the s
The Mask
This poem is about the mask everyone wears witch hides their true self. I hope to meet someone who I can be my true self, take the mask off, I would like the person I meet to be able to do the same. it's all about honesty.
Witches On Trial
This Poem was my first poem dealing with historical facts.
Necro-Phobia
I like Walking Dead Movies. What can I say.
LYCANTHROPE
I like werewolves as well.
Girl Crazy
She walks silently into your life, like a vision entering a dream. A goddess from Heaven is what you think, but it's not what it may seem. Her every move captures you, her voice a whispering haunt. You think she is your every need, your ever
~it's been said~
Cheers
Azathoth
Azathoth was created by the Satanic Occultist Aleister Crowley. It is a beast that eats the souls of the lost ones that can not find their way.
My Dark Place
So many people battle with depression around us and some of them seems to be the most unlikely canditates for this disease
Shadows of Doubt
In the blink of an eye,you might suddenly feel That your world's been invaded by all things unreal. They slink up behind you, and don't make a sound, But there's nothing to fear... if you don't turn around. In the pit of your stomach there rest
HIS PERFECT CUT
Your cut is deep like a knife You take deep cuts on the side Angling up toward the heart, your cut is deep Cutting away all ties, your cut is deep Cutting me was your thrill You cut so deep, it killed… You must be thrilled!
THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE
My hate is real I hate what you did I hate what you did in me I hate you, you hear me, I hate you…. My hate is real My hate now has life, a life of its own It comes and goes My hate is real!
BALLISTIC MISSILE
BASIC NOT AS CREATIVE AS I IMAGINED.WANTED TO START OF SLOW AND END IN A BANG
~Haiku~ Taken Flight
Prevailing and Trade Winds blow Ever engulfing above and below hemisphere split Amidst mercury now in reform ~Bentlee~
~Haiku~ Take the rest of me
Inspired by Swan87's.......What do you want.
king of darkness.
for some a weird fairytale, for other's a nice mythological poem. without causing harm to them who truly believe. I am a fan of history and mythology,religion and psychology. with this poem i try to give the question if the desolated one is a prince then who was the king of darkness, never the less it is a root line in this poem, I did not wan't to stir up anti-religious propagenda... but thanks for reading