Death is the line between shadow and light,
The flicker of a candle flame ready to go out.
Death is the sweet sick sensation, going upstairs,
When you get to the last step but the last step's not there.
Yes, here too
Is the ugliness of human decay.
The stench, the rot, the cold...
And I'm strapped to the teeth
To save a sweet soul
Don't ever don't ever
Question my role
Don't ask her to swallow
Cause I'll kick in your teeth
Don't pull out a switchblade
Unless you want to be stabbed
And if you are smart
You won't dare make me mad
from way on back down the way
back in my river days
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all
ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick
used to see that ole codger...
I’m like the gray or white or baby blue,
Or one of those other crayons
You never take out of the box.
You’d rather leave the page alone,
Where it needs a color, than take me out of there.
So I get dry and waxy and break
Again and again,
But even then, if someone...
Heart laid to the realm of pain.
Seeking not for sorrow,
Never, yet, to remember thee in the 'morrow.
Silver words hang on thy tongue,
A retched breath fill thy lung.
An unfaithful mask,
Doth hide thy terrible task.
Thy words fall on deaf ears,
For truth never speaks of such...
colors of the rainbow? Most eyes see a vibrant world painted by the full color spectrum soaking up the light prisms as they cast wavelengths of different variations and shades to create primary and secondary colors. The chapters of my life story are colorblind. My world consists...
broken, fatigued, cold hearted and no longer able to trust. Where can I find meaning in purposeless void? My desire now;
Only to crawl under something into a parallel universe tailored to perfect weightlessness and my greatest joys and comforts, and so to sleep.
my language with whichI connect to the world,Life inspired,brushed on canvasfrom a palette of colorsa rainbow, a mixture, a blendof countless combinations, variationsfrom a pen stroke.You,crafter of words whichI createfrom collective awareness,my perceptive observations...
Your yellowish words,Like puke on my shoes.You have refusedTo let the birdsPeck out the headlinesOn our newspapers.Their appearanceIs like dirty diaper piles'.Do not return.Stick a cactusDown your throat.Let whiskey burnAnd erect usTo sail the Styx boat.
My mind left lonley, my heart been severed
The blade of heartbreak, the blood of my love
The love I used to have, but I now know not of
Open to love but open is it to me?
That is a question I will ask for the rest of eternity.
To hold or to be held, to be adored or...
Drip splash drip splash
Out goes the water lash.
Splash gurgle splash gurgle,
Spits the water lurgle.
Gurgle glap gurgle glap
The nut goes blap.
Glap sween glap sween
The pipes sing
Creeky crack creaky crack
It all comes crashing down.
thistles of the heart's crown makes a bitter tea
which she pours thin for her porcelain dolls
with plaster-of-paris cakes 'n' cookies neatly adorned
with christmas colors daintily painted in blood and tears
the bard speaks the rueful tale with cliffhanger pauses
My life is a lie
My heart is on fire
My body is weak
When it come to desire
Say what you will
I believe it all
Every lie you tell
no matter big or small.
I hear what I want
And it's never the truth
That's one fault
I didn't lose with my youth.
through hell and gone,
full many a live hard mile.
left dead and love unsaid,
left many a rootless child.
got unknown sons
got soldiered into life.
got taught to do our sums
in dust and blood and strife.
we don’t believe in any
kingdom that can come.
The angel dog
High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits,
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says he,
"and when he comes he will call for me."
The other angels...
special wayhow I feel about youall this time I’ve been writing love poemsto wrong women whom I thought I lovedbut the truth is, they were just mere infatuationstill the moment you arrived and became known in my heart.I know you must be overwhelmed and stirred up crazyfor...
hope you all like it
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay
I believe in a second chance
I believe in a...
SHE entered my life like a beautiful breeze, yet i knew that someday she would get up and leave. i wasnt despondant and i wasnt too sad, for the times that we shared i was ever so glad. she knew me and loved me for all that i' am...
Some name me poet, I do not so myself. Many thinks I am so and call me a fallen demon with poetic soul.
Perhaps they are right, and perhaps they are not... what I do know though is that a poet is one that is full of feelings and ways to describe this world. How the cresent moon...
Memories resurface; a mist begins to form,
Therefore clouding my sight, judgment
Spiritual essence still breathes; knowing of one;
Lost in all thought – silently breathing; listening
Determining all factors; feeling the wave’s crash;
Thundering terror breathes in the...
start, and it feels amazing
But soon my wings get too big
People start getting hurt
I don’t want to hurt anyone
So I contract my wings
Keep them close to me
Nobody can get hurt
They ache to be free
One day I meet a girl
She takes me to places I’ve never been
Where I can...
I need to escape,
My mind is running and screaming.
My twin flame sees me, but she cant hear me,
Shes too far away, she has struggles of her own.
The big C, has two meanings,
To cure and to change.
To cure the madness, to cure my brain.
To cure his sadness, to make him change...
ease my mind
Beneath, I'm too strung out to stay, away.
What am I without your high now?
Just pitiful, craving everyday...
Holding on to the only love I know...
I pray, to be,
Something more in this life but my time recedes.
Knew I was bound to pay, one day.
What am I without...
men lose their power
They've cheated, lied, and stole to get
But the time is come and this is it
Your money will not help you now
Your possessions, property and you will bow
To the one who owns it all
Everything else will start to fall
The suffering you've caused will come back...
soul essence I make a final slow and painful ascension to the top of the known universe ....
My heart pounds and metallic taste is creeping over my tounge as fiery fluid fills my lungs - oh Gods fathers entities forgive my misdemeanour help me back to the bottomless filth pit...
Thinking of better time it remembers:
It still doesn't know its course,
What pushes it on in life?
It's light dims as it thinks of all its been through,
It can't help wondering why it burns despite the downpour of disasters.
For what reason do these fellow...
Tears on a tin roof
The fiddler sat
Upon my roof
He had no feet
He only had hoofs
He played his song
Of make believe
He wore a lie
Upon his sleeve
His evil tune
Had me dizzy and spun
Believing he was
The ritious one
Cast a spell upon my
To leave all of my...
A burned path on a barren plain.
A rusting hulk of a merchantman,
Sinking fast in the watery sand.
I shout and scream,
No one hears me.
The shadow's glare,
Bones rotting and bare.
I can not fight,
His hands hold me tight.
Down down down, i drown.
In the darkness,
I am found.
walls I've built they're cracking and falling down
And though I know my time is short
I try my best not to resort
To falling into madness and self doubt
Because every night will see the sunrise
Every trouble will work itself out
When the darkness comes on in
Do not try and live...
Cradling your heart,
Hoping to feel that fading pulse
Before I fall in love with dying.
But decay is seeping through the cracks,
So persistent that resisting
Becomes a love of destruction.
So I'm left to fall and sink into the pavement,
Wondering which one will cave in...
Hi, everyone. My poetry never has titles, unless it's published, and I have to invent one for it.Anyway. This is my most recent work, and I'd like to receive some feedback, please.Thank you.At noon I am no one,The decline of life,The fifth circle of hell,The filth in the sky.I...
To shallow be thy breath,
To many sorry spilled in thee name.
Call no longer,
A demon of Fear devours thy soul,
Whilst victorious evil chase the angels away.
Give thee silence,
Give thee death,
Morrow with the dawn,
Sing thy funeral song.
in the world
but the world
she should know
Daddy loves her
rock of crack
'cuz there's no
rock of ages.
Hand to hold...
My body is taken by the soul I call…
My soul is taken by who I am.
Not what you try to make me.
My mind is taken by my own original thoughts
You can say you hate me.
But that doesn’t faze me.
You can tell me to die.
But you cannot get rid of me that easily
I AM HERE...
as my moon begins to rise.
There starts a fire in my eyes.
A fire not of lust and desire.
But of passion and drive.
The passion that we share in a simple kiss.
To the passion we share cooking a meal.
The drive to be a better one. Not Two.
The passion and drive to become a true...
I found a white spider,
spinning a web from my
chest to my belly.
It hung like it was a jewel,
pierced into my navel.
I thought I’d scream,
and tear away the gossamer
threads from my breasts and,
Spiders make me awfully squeamish,
but I picked her up,
and gazed at...
and my dads uncle. Ever since I was young I was rhyming words together making poems. Every occasion like Mother's Day Father's Day, Christmas I was writing poems for my parents and grandparents. Over time I got really freaking good. I could write a good rhyming poem in...
as a sun in my dark life and brightened my whole life. You are not a single chapter in the book of my life; you are complete book of my life. I may forget some of your words, your truths and your lies, but I never forget who you are to me! It was not into my ear you whispered...
from the firmament.
Once, I was a mountain.
An ancient edifice standing tall and proud.
Immovable, immutable and unchanging.
Upon high, my song soared through the clouds
and rained softly upon the fields at my feet.
My roots stretched far, one with all of the Earth.
thanks for writing.
I got busy,
it got crazy,
fell in love
then we got lazy,
lost your email,
missed your message,
filter bumped you,
needs an edit,
I feel guilty,
fell so far
I'm scared to face you,
****** my phone up...
Rusting from the rain,
The gears frozen a timeless pain.
Soft tears collect,
A vast sea to reflect.
The dimly lit candle,
A shivering blur in the darkness still.
The hollow, empty, fearful fall,
Over the cliff into the fog.
A pull from the earth says it all.
But time passes...
Poor lost soul
You look so young
People say your life has just begun
Deep inside you feel so old
You'll be ok it'll get better in time
You drown out the words
Too many times you've been told
Poor lost soul
Turning to the blade in the draw
Behind your long...