St. Palin
I'm Palin Oh! All that will be left is Stalin
a goodbye to end all goodbyes
dear world my love was grand but its me you don't understand its time i end all my plans and say goodbye to my friends life wasn't that great to me im tired of waiting for my destiny i don't want to die cant you see but its time to say goodby
beautiful dark
bitter pain of this life wasn't ready my friend no trust im just willow of pearls at the end rope is cut im just looking through my skin heart is beating so is my soul on this planet in my dreams on this road take me there into a beautiful dark
Bruised..
You carved your name on to my heart then cry out that its a part of moving on and to restart your bruised fame , Dull edged knife to my throat that you claim is a part of rounding up your emotions for a cull , Last night you hit me down
Lost in the chaos of thoughts
Just mystical writing and an attempt at something can't tell you what.
roll monster roll
its actually the first part of a song for me band...i keep changing the other two verses so i didn't add em
Uwie
Uwie goowie was a worm and a good little worm was he. One day upone the railaway track the train he did not see. Uwie goowie
divining rod
I wander this restless road with nowhere to go under a sky blazing with certainty scorching these withered tired limbs I sip from my conscience here in this land of no water only rock in a moment i imagine I gulp it all down drowning in existe
ghostwriter 1
always trying something different hope you like it
halls of death
Spouting seed comes to life within the ruined hall of death, the falling rocks and bits of gravel heaped together within its boundary. The seed steadily grows within these halls of death, but can shed a whole new life to a place that was
Show me your vains
Show me your vains, and I'll show you no blood. Feel my heart sing, which has no lust. A spike driven stake, where once was my heart. A viper bite infection, which stains in the dark. What a dream when we danced together. Love yet I've not fel
Keep it Movin
idk what to say its all n tha poem
JOHN DOE
vacant heart sacred stars of space. transparent lies of an unknown race. all the things i leave behind as i go. into the nothing where there's no hope. the people scream of losing time. when we push the limits to rewrite. i am someone don't tell me i
silent resistance.
this poem is about many foundations within human society. some shunned for provocative reasons in what the past showed us. many people tend to listen to history and modern sceptics added there unto. as my philosophy states clearly, history repeats itself. what may have been right back in the old days is disregarded now a days, while some modern politics grab their knowledge from books which are forbidden to buy at stores. every human part of society makes a whole, even with the words on the freedom of speech. it is quite logical that if you lead an interview with racists, they will say something bad about them who they oppress. just as the communist who gets a question about democracy. who are we trying to fool? some people take heed in what they believe is right or wrong!
Tears of an Alcoholic
This poem was written from the thoughts of an alcoholic. I wrote this poem to verbalies the fears associated with drinking and driving.
BREAKFAST AIN'T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE
THE TRUTH IS, MANY YEARS AGO, I ONLY SPENT THREE DAYS IN JAIL, BUT AS I WALKED OUT I WONDERED ABOUT THE CONVICTS I MET AND NOW TOO MANY YEARS LATER I CHOSE TO WRITE ABOUT IT
Pieces
Inside my sleeve, I pull out my heart, handing it to you, "careful it's fragile, and easily falls apart." Extending your arms, you take the heart in your tender warm hands. It falls into a million shattered pieces - on the floor it lands.
Red
Smart decision making in life is VITAL
~Solipsistic~
~Solipsistic~
I will kill you!
life is precious!
A MATTER OF GRAVITY
I WROTE THIS POEM BECAUSE I WISHED TO WRITE THIS POEM
OKAY LADY, HERE'S A POEM WRITTEN IN LOWER CASE
DDOES ANYONE REMEMBER COLUMBINE ET. AL?
~Epilogue~....Solipsistic
Growing out of the know it all stage into maturity.
world at its end
if you only feel the pain of being alone thats my pain
WHEN TO DREAD RED
THIS IS THE TYPE OF POEM MY ROOMMATE THINKS SUCKS
lost in the shadow of madness
wrote this when i was in despair an trying give myself hope
~ The Ghost Within ~
at war with demons....
DORAN KORAN
they are going to give me a litany of choices as to what type of poetry this is....since the first four lines rhyme and then the body is all over the place, and once again the last four lines rhyme I call this type of poem, among many others i've written "~free cee's!~ Hybrid poetry...thanks for reading me, ~free!~ despite the fact that i had a double major in creative writing and analytical poetry I have no clue as to what the hell "Ghazil" is---if any pretty 54-62 year old woman in the south Fla. area can define it to me I'd be more than content to listen...as to men who want to fill me in....go teach a course in it somewhere and i'll google it!
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fishing
what is next in the sea of deception what tricks must i endure what lies and games will a man use what bait will hook me tightly in the mouth when he wants to reel me in not for love and real life just for him to win for this is a game to him
~Tuskegee~
Speaks for itself. Saw the movie Tuskegee Airmen tonight, hence the write.
CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY chARMing
"Hey white boy, you want some white powder?"
My Nightmare
I was severely abused as a child and I have nightmares/flashbacks. So I wrote after a flashback.
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ridiculed by the people that comment. heartless people think there heaven sent. selfish losers that would make a mother cry. and you would have to ask why. trapped in there hell again. there's no pain in this goodbye.
My Cursed Angel
Still In Love With him :(
poem for valintines day
this for every one don't say you never got something for valintines day ...... john
A PAIN CLOUD ON HORROR'S HORIZON
i do not feel like doing so right at this moment
SAYING GRACE & SPRAYING MACE a rant by ~free cee!~
look, this is the world i hope won't be the legacy we leave for my 2 year old grandson Mr. Travis Ian....but something tells me that generation X ain't doing shit excecpt accepting noise as music and are too busy with i-tunes-computers, cell phones nd phonies who sell crap they call useful to try to fix what us Baby Boomers could not!
DOPE DIDN'T KILL ME BUT BEING A DOPE NEARLY DID
SO DON'T WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH ME, SEE IF I GIVE A SHIT
razorblade salvation
Mommy I'm sorry if my first letter made you cry To be honest with you I don't think that I wanna die Sometimes I feel like that I'm cancerous in others lives Thats probably why I drink at night and sleep till 4 or 5 It's kinda hard walking throug
soul to steal
haunted by a million ghosts. taken by fortunate host. shivering through pain. god my heart feels the rain. as i cross a valley of doubt. feeling sorrow turning inside out. take my soul to steal if you please. your a goddess and im on my knees. as i s
soul to steal 2
ghost inside haunting the alive. take for granted what's buried inside. heart of stone yet so still. these thornes are breaking me for real. goddess i love show truth for your will. to hold nothing a soul to steal the eyes of my love don't forsake m