Chronic Insomniac
Just kidding..releasing some stress..lol
Worry Be Unhappy
Bobby McFerrin had a number one hit with Don't Worry Be Happy, which has no instruments.
In the dark
Lately I've been writing about everything. Also recording. I walk 8 miles a day reciting poems and lyrics for my song. Just another observation in the night.
When im free
when I am free the dark well move into light and set my wings for final flight, maybe in the day but probably in the night, when I am free I well let go of all the past, when I am free there be no fear my sprit well soar across the sky I well need n
Stars beneath my feet.
Walking at 2 in the morning got these thoughts of Hollywood. Don't miss it because I know what the retro Hollywood was and that's what I miss.
Dark side of Scorpio Woman
While most people consider a Scorpio to be a venomous creature, the true power of a Scorpio lies in healing and spreading peace. What you see is what you get with this woman! There is no pretense about Scorpio Woman!
F.E.A.R
A game I played and found it so frightening and spellbound at the end the plot thicken to bring the conclusion that the hero and the small girl are related ...she was his mother and she was protecting him from some of the dark projects the scientists did with her DNA.....
the darkend room
O sit and drewll The darkend room The banging the echos of noise The deafening sounds Consumes ones ears Echos and vibrates The room darkens The stench of Cold consumes The bare flakes off the wall the decay One is lost the sole i
White Knuckle Madness
She shivered while she walked Children were laughing Old men were people watching She stopped to look in a store window To look at the flaxen haired models How beautiful they were with their Firm young limbs and alabaster skin. Suddenly she
Teaching you a lesson
teaching you a lesson will be my confession your true colors that i see not so bright with your twisted words that just ain't right excessiveness on which you feed a lesion in life is what you need puling your cards ill' be coming down on you heard
Love Lies Bleeding
An epic love of tragic proportion. I wrote this poem for my 4th book, YA Paranormal Fantasy, to be released in the Fall of 2015.
Lost Things
(In a future where art and literature are not only banned, but destroyed… Written for The Vita BioGen Legacy: Gods)
Mourning Doves
Dark micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter.
Dreams
Dark micro-poetry written for #FP #FridayPhrases on Twitter.
Apocalypse
Dark micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter and The Micropoets Society
Forged in the Stars
Micro-poetry written for #FridayPhrases #FP on Twitter and The Micropoets Society
72 Words
College days.
Waiting...
Dark night of the soul
Tempus Fugit
(Time Flies)
As Bones
Stark landscape
I sang a song
I like to sing, Mostly in the shower...
Collapsing Time
Laid to rest the relics of the god for sacking world you call a home, buried alive in the sands of time, only the dust of the bleached bones and spew it remains are left behind for it will not matter who you know or how much you pay, for your crimes
Poet to Poet- 4-19-15
A Journal Entry morning saturday early I feel sinister almost all the time, poet, like trespassing inside their minds like photographing them behind the shades like traveling beyond where things are safe with my eyes and questions
Streets Ahead ..just a wittle story for ya ......
there was a time when the world was in turmoil an causes a parliament of materialistic whores, but there was a few great ones who deared to take a stand against all odds, a time when fabric of only hope was on the very edge of extinction, a time when
Look at your phone
It's an epidemic...everyone glued to their phones...
Into the fire
It's dark in here
Smile
I think of you and smile wide, But every smile is only a lie, To hide the hurt I feel inside, Sleepless nights and tired eyes, I think about you all the time, I think of you and only cry, I think of you and want to die, I thought of you and wr
Waiting
Waiting, looking, expecting something or someone, patience-impatience, obsessions-repetition, science-addiction, computer obsession, people games, lost time, to and fro, ...waiting, waiting waiting
faded life
This poem just represent the battle of fear Close to death how many fear the unknown. . wrote this on a rainy day...With the mind set Of nothing to lose
The life I come from
The battle of making it out... enough said Without vision your a body without soul
give me
GIVE ME Give me the wind and i'll give you breath sustaining your life when you have none left Give me the moon and i'll show you light leading the way when you have no fight Give me the strength and i'll give you power blooming in sunshine
street haiku
just a small haiku from a everyday life
lost identity
LOST IDENTITY losing identity you fade to grey troubles a plenty so little to say patched up somehow from battered beyonds embracement of life you grew so fond but now not quite those heights failed to reach where security and safety were so
wild child
WILD CHILD No one could handle no one could control that forlorn lost look that asunder of soul left so delusioned with fair of face no one had seen the wild childs distaste embittered and fractured no stable abode through you
~XX~
How far do you want to take the think of the personal you?
Sad Poem
Just thinking of some random things that are depressing. Work and the raining cold day helped.
behind closed doors
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS What do we know when a door is shut to of unforseen activities obscured from our view. Will the shouts and screams now explode in the night from warring couples angry hell bent on a fight. maybe it's quiet silent so deathly
i am poetry
just giving facts in my gift to capture ones mind and soul with clever poetic seduction
poltergeist the unseen
POLTERGEIST THE UNSEEN in the still of the night a presence out of sight lingers in waiting anticipating. It's statically charged powerful source its force unprecedented antagonistic in its speed it will feed on your mind. Ornaments plates on a
disappearance
For whatever it's worth. Thanks all for reading
Black Magic
Some dark stuff...more coming...
Ode to Poe
Moody