my saddest moment
I volunteered to serve my country but I never knew what would be stopping in a desert town I shot a little girl down. Running toward us as fast as she could to beg any food that she could. We were to wary of what she could carry, for some us
Petrude Vile Disgrace And Bad Spelling
This is about as evil as I get...God help me!
How my daughter died
It doesn't matter, we all die, it just is, the formation of the words is a bi product of the pain....there are no words to describe the futile nature of a normal guy watching his child die...while the mid wife chews gum...I shouldn't post this but there it is. To me poetry is an expression of the pain. We all die anyway...she lived until she was 2yrs old but she died at birth.
to Allanaq of Altus
This poem is basically about two people who have both endured abusive lives, where one tries to reach another and express love, but cannot reach through the others pain to help them.
Goodbye
Just poem, got some ideas... wanna share...
of Knights humble.
Trying to be a knight in shining armour, I answered a call, to save a daimsel, in distress. I went tilting like old Dom Quichotte, at a windmill. Caught in a sail, spun round and round, blind to what was before me, ended crumpled on the
The Cost
I wrote this in approx 2min on very little sleep it was just bouncing around in my brain.
Her Breath
I live in a wildfire area, the high desert of So Cal. This was written for the recent Sheep fire that raced through my area in early October.
Now
what i do now wander from room to room sink from drink to drink think from then to now what i do now TV on laughing out loud pretending everything is alright what i do now word games like scrabble making words with no meaning company
miss
i didn't try i tried not to do the same again i tried to stop and just be i tried to know who is me i didn't try to be the me that you wanted to see you miss me you missed me I miss you I missed you We miss the us of we my happp
a quiet corner and a peaceful friend
put me in a quiet corner with a book in my hand with humanity moving in a stream around me leaving behind echoes of laughter steaming mocha drinks teasing my nose a rainy cool fresh breezy fall day rich rustymustard leaves cling to the gre
many faces of courage
courage doesnt always wear a soldiers face or a purple heart courage is sometimes proceeded by great trepidation whispering hope to move the fearful forward into the unknown the mother who shields her child the man who lays down his life day a
We hope...
We hope to find love And we are in a hurry to find her But love finds us When is tme to find us. Love is not a flower Love is not a smile Love is the need To find a soul. A soul which can cure Other soul,bringing safe Kindne
My sweet Dreams
My sweet dreams
to gypsyheart's 'mirror mirror on the wall'
i burnt the toast too ! enjoy.
Lie To Me
Lie to me, Help me in illusion, Lie to me, Let me get delusion. Lie, softly whisper in my ear... I know truth... I need it not to hear.
Your having a laugh
Lighthearted take on celebs
MY POEM ABOUT AN EGG
ITS BOUT AN EGG ITS A TRUE STORY
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Crying in the night Exlpoiting those people It's taken me aback Relaizing those dreams were crushed And I crushed them Now Im paying And hoping or wishing It would be different Though it will never change
Key
The key is here The lock unopened My eagerness shows Temptation is strong But resisting is instinct The lock will open someday When the walls fall And all is nothing
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
Face To Face At The Ends of The Band
This poem's dedicated to this bass clarinetist who I had a crush on.
A dream i once had
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WHO AM I
THIS IS ME
voices in my head
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Hide
I wear sunglasses to hide my look I wear dress to hide my body I wear smile to hide my pain I wear life to hide my death
Them
The idea of love excited them Enthralled them Young love, how beautiful Somehow love turned it's back The hurtful words along with the bruises It scarred them forevemore Yet they were connected with an unexplicable force I sometimes won
Night
The moon has waxed and waned..... Again and again I watch..... Revolutions through the night sky. Pondering...questioning...crying..laughing... The knowledge is there... Yet, I cannot bring myself to learn....the fear.
SHINE BLAME YOUR SELF & IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
_( SHINE )_ IT RAINS AND THE SUN DOESNT SHINE BRIGHT TODAY. ITS WET CLOUDY AND THE SKY REMAINS A WEIRD SHADE OF GRAY. YOUR BORED TIRED AND YOU DONT EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY. ITS DAYS LIKE THESE WHEN YOU WONDER IF
No Distance
I wasn't going to post another "being apart" poem today, but this is for Andrew and his dear friend. The catagory can be either love or friendship.
I REMEMBER
_( I REMEMBER )_ MOST OF MY LIFE HAS BEEN A BLURR. IVE SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE FEELING SO UNSURE. AND YOU WASTE YOUR LFE TRYING SO HARD TO BE LIKE HER. YOU WANT SO BAD TO GET OUT OF HERE. THERES A WORLD FULL OF PEOPLE Y
NO ONE KNOWS
NO ONE KNOWS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH. THEY DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO RUN IN MY SHOES. IF THEY WERE ME ONLY FOR A SECOND THEY WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL DEEP DOWN INSIDE. NO ONE WILL E
YOU WERENT MEANT FOR HER
_ YOU WERENT MEANT FOR HER. YOU SMILE AT HER LIKE THERES ALWAYS A END. YOU KISS HER LIKES SHES YOUR BEST FRIEND. YOU LOOK INTO HER EYES LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. SHE SMILES AT YOU LIKE SHES GOT YOU FIGURED OUT.
I STILL THINK ABOUT YOU
_(I STILL THINK ABOUT YOU )_ EVERY TIME I SEE A MOTOR CYCLE I THINK OF YOU. I AM ALWAYS REMINDED OF YOU, NO MATTER WHERE I SEEM TO GO OR WHAT I DO. WHEN I SEE ORANGE I CANT HELP BUT TO THINK ABOUT HOLDING ON TO YOU,
TAKE A STEP BACK
TAKE A STEP BACK OVER POPULATED AND CROWDED WITH PEOPLE. SCARED WOMEN WITH HUSBANDS THAT BEAT THEM. PARENTS THAT BEAT THEIR KIDS AND MISS TREAT THEM. PEOPLE DIE EVERY DAY AND LIFE DOESNT STOP FOR ANYONE. YOU CAN NEVER GET
Sail Today
Come follow the intuitive wind Spiral with the symphony of the storm Let destiny take form Become with the changes Succumb away together how Skip the pages Become today forever now Freeze the ticking hours maybe Seize the passion showers
God song
If this is offensive to anyone I am sorry, but if you are offended your probably missing the point.
Wonderful World
Be thankful for what we have been given
Yesterday Seemed All I Had
Something I wrote about overcoming fear, adversity, living in the now, and getting in touch with our true and higher selves....
It may have been
It may have been her lips of red Beset with teeth of pearl It may have been her golden her Glowing with tussled curl It could have been her silky thighs Or the thoughts of the silk betwixt But mostly it was friday nights When she joined me
life
life has some funny ways of showing us just how stupid we are.
Oliver Twist
One of my favorite Dickens charactures