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...
I don't need to get high Cuz I'm at my highest when I'm with you. I already float on the top like when oil fights water. The haters push me up as they get deeper and deeper under my skin but really they're only a splinter the size of their hatred which by far is...
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...
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...
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.
thrown at me from a barrage of voices in my head,. I feel so alive in the elements we call life as I feel pain from the bright lights of a society that eats your flesh. wooo to those who travel fast up those steps to face a deadly dream. skeletons in your closet.
who am I...
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...
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...
the beautiful country roads in Scotland throughout the seasons. My boot clad feet will crunch through the deep winter snow and splash through rain. My head will feel the warmth of the summer sun's golden rays and feel the autumnal red and golden leaves as they fall from the...
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...
father murdered in prison
I am alive today
Because of the man who put him there
I met him as a boy
When I was just a small time thief stealing to survive
He knew my name
And I didn't know why he knew
He gave me a sandwich
And then just smiled
He'd do that from time to time...
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...
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.
Rot with sorrow and bitter despair,
A tasteless tart, left on they tongue.
Thy breath be stilled in this living nightmare.
Evil tendrils be thy shackle and chain,
Terry not on this soul so vain.
Leave thee to die,
For this mortal shall death's shroud lie.
Be thy mind so weak...
Baby maker, home maker
Is all that you could be.
Voting was a tradition for me only.
Riviter, baseball player
Is what you could be,
But all of the men were away fighting.
A forbidden transition spoke a dark yet happy truth.
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...
It always has been just you and me. maybe i'm putting a smile in my face, maybe i'm laughing so loud as possible, maybe it seems that i'm happy, but there's just you who knows that it's not. who knows me right, who understands me. sometimes i see things reminding of you and there...
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...
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...
fallen, autumn leafs with the muddy water in the tracks of the chorus. I feel the icy breath of the hunt and hear dogs moaning, this is the destiny of those who can’t and don’t want to wallow in the mud.
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...
years from now, you'll never be the same you that you were before? The same you that would never doubt anyone's loyalty
Judge anyone's character
The same you who always stayed with the mindset that nobody was up to anything, there were no secret motives no back roads.
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...
although it is crazy to think I might be in those ranks!
She said "You are a traditional, lyric, poet in the style of Chaucer and Shakespeare!" Which is way beyond flattering! I just write what I'm feeling, what I've experienced and what I know...
I must confess,
Stares at me from under the table so bleak.
Oh how i hate to think...
"No i shall not touch!"
I would never dare.
Even though the leather is worn and bare,
An ever luring sight,
With the laces strung up tight.
A criss cross pattern with a brand.
The owner i will...
It’s a force field,
Pushing me, daring me to give up,
Dragging my clothing, whipping my face,
Why should I go on? I owe it nothing,
But I must.
Because for every step she still fills my mind
And with every step I want her gone,
Please fly away with the wind,
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...
Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower
defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door.
Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer......
Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare...
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...
like he's playing the violin .
The strings are his skin and his bow is his razor.
The beautiful sounds coming from the violin are the crys of the lonely boy.
He watches the music notes fall down in the color red "splat, splat, splat"
He is plays quicker and as he stops he sees...
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.
Why should I go on?
Rain mixes with sweat,
Am I even alive?
The forest around me breathes,
Life is all around me but I feel hollow
I have walked a thousand steps,
And cherished only a few
The last section lays ahead,
Winding up into the clouds
Is it worth it?
My body is numb...
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...
LustNeither nature nor art could make you more perfect than you are. The pleasant curves and taste of your body are implanted in my Mind forever. Like a lost soul I wander in a Daze searching for happiness which I will never find. But as long as I have you in my mind, I...
as a simile
Explained she is inspiration
Like my muse in writings
A poem from my lips
A feeling from my thoughts
Written for others to read
A form of grammar in expression
As I describe my feelings
And wonder if I have it wrong
Is she like a metaphor
Or is she the metaphor
A speaker blare.
"Code blue! We have a could blue!"
The sneaker squeak and squawk upon the white shinny floor,
The thundering locks click on each door.
That damnable tick and fearless click,
This grinding gears winding to stick.
"Oh how they shout!"
"Oh how they scream! While...
Which way's up and what lies down,
With no one to blame?
Who's the lowest of the low,
Who can justly define the way,
In which others should proudly sway?
You see, "love" is patient.
"Love" is kind.
But their "love...
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.
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