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Depressed
Depression,
Has ahold of me,
Like it's the only thing i need,
Darkness,
There until the end,
Often it's my only friend,
The shadows enveloping all around,
Making the sweetest most beautiful sound,
Light tries to shine inside my stronghold,
But the devils keep the curtains closed,
So noone knows the constant struggle,
Trapped here in this blackest of bubbles...
Has ahold of me,
Like it's the only thing i need,
Darkness,
There until the end,
Often it's my only friend,
The shadows enveloping all around,
Making the sweetest most beautiful sound,
Light tries to shine inside my stronghold,
But the devils keep the curtains closed,
So noone knows the constant struggle,
Trapped here in this blackest of bubbles...
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
GloomyOde to Poe
No care for the hour,
No matter which day,
Overcast clouds,
Threatening rain,
Dark skies heavy,
Cloaked in gloom,
Showers falling,
Thunder booms,
Drenching,
Pouring,
Full on monsoon,
Alone in my room,
The shadows encroach,
I see them,
Feel them,
Hear them approach,
With so little hope for a brighter day,
I listen to the taps of the rain,
Tap tap tapping at my window pane...
No matter which day,
Overcast clouds,
Threatening rain,
Dark skies heavy,
Cloaked in gloom,
Showers falling,
Thunder booms,
Drenching,
Pouring,
Full on monsoon,
Alone in my room,
The shadows encroach,
I see them,
Feel them,
Hear them approach,
With so little hope for a brighter day,
I listen to the taps of the rain,
Tap tap tapping at my window pane...
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
MoodySmile
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 wrote this rhyme,
Smiling the entire time...
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 wrote this rhyme,
Smiling the entire time...
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Posted: Apr 2015
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Why.
We all ask why, to learn something our brains don't currently hold. But there are a lot of whys that we do know, and it hurts. For me, there's thousands of them, and they bring tears, and this empty feeling in my heart. Hope is gone, is always has been and if it remains on this path, it'll always be gone. So, instead of asking someone who's obligated to give a positive answer because he's my dad and loves me, I'm asking you.
Why do you want an airbrushed dumb blonde with DDs? Why do you turn from me, ignore me, insult me, hurt me?
For those of you who hurt me in the past, having met me, why did you waste so many years of my life when I could've done the things you knew I wanted? Did you think I didn't deserve to be happy? Maybe you saw the why in me too, the why bother? I'm no flawless blonde, that's been touched by an angel. I crave stimulating conversation and it's so hard to find in the land of beer and murdered deer.
Why can't you accept me, for me? Love me for me? I do, sometimes. But the same old thing, I see myself. My hair isn't golden, I don't want it to be. It's part of me, and I, it. I'm no trophy, or arm candy or some Quasimodo to pull out of a drawer to entertain your fake friends. I hurt from your unknowing, uncaring neglect.
Why do you sneer at the poor broken hearted who may just have so much to offer you, in love, in companionship, in freedom of judgement?
The media depicts the ideal woman as 90 pounds of breasts with platinum blonde hair, no substance and a sex tape. Why is this who you want to false love?
Why not love me in my frail fears, my powers of random goofing off and warm hugs?
Why can't I have my slice of heaven and the pie to go with it?
Why can't you love, want, desire, need, yearn, crave…the entirety of me?
We're not all plastic Barbie dolls, with no hopes…but we really are running out of what hope is left…and some of us, are running out of time for what we really need.
Why do you want an airbrushed dumb blonde with DDs? Why do you turn from me, ignore me, insult me, hurt me?
For those of you who hurt me in the past, having met me, why did you waste so many years of my life when I could've done the things you knew I wanted? Did you think I didn't deserve to be happy? Maybe you saw the why in me too, the why bother? I'm no flawless blonde, that's been touched by an angel. I crave stimulating conversation and it's so hard to find in the land of beer and murdered deer.
Why can't you accept me, for me? Love me for me? I do, sometimes. But the same old thing, I see myself. My hair isn't golden, I don't want it to be. It's part of me, and I, it. I'm no trophy, or arm candy or some Quasimodo to pull out of a drawer to entertain your fake friends. I hurt from your unknowing, uncaring neglect.
Why do you sneer at the poor broken hearted who may just have so much to offer you, in love, in companionship, in freedom of judgement?
The media depicts the ideal woman as 90 pounds of breasts with platinum blonde hair, no substance and a sex tape. Why is this who you want to false love?
Why not love me in my frail fears, my powers of random goofing off and warm hugs?
Why can't I have my slice of heaven and the pie to go with it?
Why can't you love, want, desire, need, yearn, crave…the entirety of me?
We're not all plastic Barbie dolls, with no hopes…but we really are running out of what hope is left…and some of us, are running out of time for what we really need.
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Ok, so more of an essay, with a poetry feel to it. I've been thinking a lot about relationships, and the superficial and everywhere I look it's pretty people together. In singles ads, it's men looking for skinny girls, or blonde girls, or a girl on her back 24/7.(Not that I'm complaining, I'm a Nympho) but still..there's more to life. And we women who don't fit into a Barbie doll mold are pissed. Well, I am! I'm sick and tired of knowing that men won't love me because I don't fit the mold. Not because they've never met me. I wouldn't say this essay/poem is about anger, it's about being lonely and hurt. Can't I be loved too, for not being perfectly plastic?
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 shelf top high fly
randomly erratically in orbited space no person no face.
so so close it could touch your hair yet there's nobody there.
Glasses smash into tiny pieces particles shatter scatter
into four corners of a room.
this formidable foe that just won't go.
Whooshing sounds accompany round and about
you've got to run got to get out .
The doors slam open-shut but there's no pyhsical being
to believe what your eyes are now witness to seeing.
Lights flicker on and off of their own making taking
you to the very echelons of dread as this living dead reaps havoc.
Then silence the stillness dare you breathe out
allowing a scream or a pitiful shout.
The entity has passed you now hope it is gone
disintegrating and dispersing from whence it came from.
Why it picked you that remains a mystery
maybe your building is shrouded in history.
This whirlwind apirition it came to be
left trailing in its wake only broken debris
opologies to anyone who has encountered such a force
these are my usual musings from way back
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 shelf top high fly
randomly erratically in orbited space no person no face.
so so close it could touch your hair yet there's nobody there.
Glasses smash into tiny pieces particles shatter scatter
into four corners of a room.
this formidable foe that just won't go.
Whooshing sounds accompany round and about
you've got to run got to get out .
The doors slam open-shut but there's no pyhsical being
to believe what your eyes are now witness to seeing.
Lights flicker on and off of their own making taking
you to the very echelons of dread as this living dead reaps havoc.
Then silence the stillness dare you breathe out
allowing a scream or a pitiful shout.
The entity has passed you now hope it is gone
disintegrating and dispersing from whence it came from.
Why it picked you that remains a mystery
maybe your building is shrouded in history.
This whirlwind apirition it came to be
left trailing in its wake only broken debris
opologies to anyone who has encountered such a force
these are my usual musings from way back
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Posted: Jun 2015
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i am poetry
gods gift to control ones mind with words
intense intellect and conversation to capture
ones thought, for my poetic mind is pure power
my eyes stare with strength yet silent, for I need not
my tongue's sword to create speech. look in my eyes
and become trapped in my wilderness as you run
through my minds forest scared with no exit in sight
to my readers your eyes are waters I dive deep into
pulling your emotion and soul to the surface, enslaved
for you fell victim to my poetic seduction and finally
succumb giving in to your demise at the end of my chapter
I am poetry and I maraud for your ears and mind and soul
because your eyes give entrance
intense intellect and conversation to capture
ones thought, for my poetic mind is pure power
my eyes stare with strength yet silent, for I need not
my tongue's sword to create speech. look in my eyes
and become trapped in my wilderness as you run
through my minds forest scared with no exit in sight
to my readers your eyes are waters I dive deep into
pulling your emotion and soul to the surface, enslaved
for you fell victim to my poetic seduction and finally
succumb giving in to your demise at the end of my chapter
I am poetry and I maraud for your ears and mind and soul
because your eyes give entrance
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
just giving facts in my gift to capture ones mind and soul with clever poetic seductionbehind 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 still
that you begin to wonder is anyone ill.
Is a bang or a crash just normal to hear
or is someone in danger worried living in fear.
Perhaps the music comes loud through the morn
unrelenting same tunes blaring from dusk till dawn.
Upon the arrival of a fresh new day
everbody is oblivious and has nothing to say.
so on securing the shutters with the turn of a key
what then transpires is down to all of us you see.
The secrets that are never known on the other side of a door.
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 still
that you begin to wonder is anyone ill.
Is a bang or a crash just normal to hear
or is someone in danger worried living in fear.
Perhaps the music comes loud through the morn
unrelenting same tunes blaring from dusk till dawn.
Upon the arrival of a fresh new day
everbody is oblivious and has nothing to say.
so on securing the shutters with the turn of a key
what then transpires is down to all of us you see.
The secrets that are never known on the other side of a door.
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Posted: Jun 2015
Post CommentThe life I come from
I come from a dark side of town darker then the skin of a Nigerian...souls black like crude oil, A jungle with no grass lions tigers and bears Are cops thugs and mobb members I'm a rare breed From a rough chapter 98% of my guys are dead..people ask how..I say natural causes. ..In my city murder is the new normalcy and normal to see a man shaking in the street with his brains out..gasping for his last.. cop lights are the new rave party lights..lakes and ponds became graveyards Welcome to my intensity my ex world where you think on your toes and The revolving minds of
Loyal Dark adversary poets...
Loyal Dark adversary poets...
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
The battle of making it out... enough saidWithout vision your a body without soul
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 your own lawless means of retaliation you strode
fighting your peers turning to crime
rebelling the system in total decline
no help when needed so why should you care
when self preservation was a normal affair
do what you must do what you will
an overload of emotion possessed to fullfill
no family no friends left all on your own
simmering confusion about to be shown
no love was given no affection to receive
honesties now wavered you'd transformed to deceive
care homes and prison couldn't halt your behavoural streak
keep on offending musn't show you are weak
strong in the wrong sense that habitual misguiding
no room for sentiment no room for hiding
and so the wild child was born upon that first breath you made
disfunctional upbringing they'd be a price to be paid
Another older ode a little darker.. its fictional with my own twist on things!
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 your own lawless means of retaliation you strode
fighting your peers turning to crime
rebelling the system in total decline
no help when needed so why should you care
when self preservation was a normal affair
do what you must do what you will
an overload of emotion possessed to fullfill
no family no friends left all on your own
simmering confusion about to be shown
no love was given no affection to receive
honesties now wavered you'd transformed to deceive
care homes and prison couldn't halt your behavoural streak
keep on offending musn't show you are weak
strong in the wrong sense that habitual misguiding
no room for sentiment no room for hiding
and so the wild child was born upon that first breath you made
disfunctional upbringing they'd be a price to be paid
Another older ode a little darker.. its fictional with my own twist on things!
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Posted: May 2015
Post Commentlost 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
somehow breeched
leaving behind a shard of oneself frightened and scared affecting your health
from positive to negative in one breath taken riddled with doubts your
persona mistaken
from the happy go lucky no cares to behold now your empty discarded and
cold
to mull at nights injustices of man left shattered and haunted bewildered and
damned
dragged through mire self worth not much contorted bad dreams and so
out of touch
but bravery and soul you shalt not lose no matter your circumstances you
have nothing to prove
identity lost not of your own making outside forces saw you there for the
taking
but buried inside your depths of emotion is a heart of a lion with an
unbridled devotion
To succeed
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
somehow breeched
leaving behind a shard of oneself frightened and scared affecting your health
from positive to negative in one breath taken riddled with doubts your
persona mistaken
from the happy go lucky no cares to behold now your empty discarded and
cold
to mull at nights injustices of man left shattered and haunted bewildered and
damned
dragged through mire self worth not much contorted bad dreams and so
out of touch
but bravery and soul you shalt not lose no matter your circumstances you
have nothing to prove
identity lost not of your own making outside forces saw you there for the
taking
but buried inside your depths of emotion is a heart of a lion with an
unbridled devotion
To succeed
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Posted: May 2015
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