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...
All I ever have wantedAll I ever have believedAll I ever have hoped forHas live inside my dreamsI long for a good womanI yearn to feel her touchI ache with all my feelingsTo one day fall in loveIt happens in the moviesIt happens upon T VIt happens for many peopleWill it ever...
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...
living angel on this EarthShe's a caring,compassionate femaleShe's a hard working incredible nurseMy life has been lonely and emptyMy life has been filled with much painMy life has been hard to live throughMy life has been covered by rainThan from out of the south came 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...
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...
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.
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
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.
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...
And the person you used to know can become a pleasant memory
She didn't recognize the new you
So she stared attentively
She didn't know who you were
so she asked your favorite color
She didn't remember your voice so she listened intently
She didn't remember your smile so...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
I sneaked under the rhythm of the night, in a mixture of the dark and a candle light; in warmth and silence of desire...All my senses came to life to perform for you. Naked.
I came to you for one purpose only. To touch me.
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.
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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
I dreamed you in the summer field,
a spoke in some eternal wheel.
October's path is swallowed
in a darkness I can't follow.
These evenings when I sit and try
to make some sense of our goodbyes,
the memory that moves me still
allows my love to lose my will,
and all I ever dreamed...
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
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...
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...
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.