stop reading if you are afraid of the dark........... She is all alone just siting watching a blank tv. the walls start screeching and the windows start to crack. she sits...
In a cold dark town,
Smog filling the air,
Kids wearing deep frowns,
Intoxicating pollution kills with no care,
Life was happy and used to be fair,
Poor child am I,
Gazing at the...
They say that the eyes are the windows in to the soul but for some "appearance" seems to take the leading role from a scene where "ones virtues" fall in to decay, within this...
The Gift Of The Purple ShamenThese past 4 years i have spent alone, when the Shamen made his presence known.To me i believed his spirit was drawn, allowing me the comfort and time...
But I washed it away,
Let me turn on the light in your dark room,
I will show you my discoveries , trust me,
They're all over these walls.
I am not naive,
The sins of my past
I try to free
They are deep within me
Where no one can see
Walls built thick through years of guilt
How the puzzle pieces don't really fit
Forever we live,
Forever we die.
Day by day,
We own our one lie.
Promises are broken,
We all give up hope.
Who was first to go?
Trapped inside, alone and scared.
Why do you take fruit and rot it?
How is it that you run out of meadows?
When will it start raining colors besides bloody red??
You can dance on coal, but how about a mirror?
Looking to find our way back home,
Endless streets and highways we do roam,
To find a glimmer of hope in a world of never ending worry,
But only finding battered people who are...
We are like electric pulses in the air,
Like vibrations moving here and there,
Sometimes we are all tuned into the same radio station,
Other times we sit in our own mired...
Good friends sit side by side on a park bench just passing time,
Two people tired of their endless climb,
Comforting thoughts and words are felt,
Two souls intertwined as both...
We find a safe haven in our routine,
It is just the same old day to day scene,
But every day life is never enough,
Always looking for something deep in the rough,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
It is all about keeping things from eventually going bust,
Keeping the pouring rain from shining the metal to rust,
Who do you look for, who do you...
Life is a sentence that I must survive.
With patience, I wait till I'm no longer alive.
I have to be patient and live out my days.
God has a purpose, is all people say.
I wanna sip some glass
Please make me pass
My body is about to crash
I wonder if I'm last
Drowning in thick blood
Because since I was loved
I flew free like a dove
For all the lonely people out there,
Who sit in darkness and despair,
The wandering fragile souls who seek to break free,
The chains that bind you all, everyone can see,
I inhale fire in the form of a cold wind and hold it for a moment. I hold it in, allow it to swirl in my lungs and build like a tidal wave pushing at the edge of my being. I exhale...
Living life in a constant state of confusion,
Reality has become quite a distant illusion,
Wading in the ocean trying to keep our heads above water,
Like deers in the headlight...
Life is like a ride on a ferris wheel,
Constantly going up and down but trying to keep that even keel,
Many souls just looking to finally seal the deal,
The long and short roads...
Smile, friend, smile
As I walked down the lane of life,
I realized all this is a lie.
I picked up the knife,
I can't wait to die, no longer.
I just realized this,
how horrible it...
I see you sitting back there.
In the dark.
Your narrowed eyes on me.
I feel you back there.
In the fog.
Casually pulsating with warning.
You're just biding your time.
Pondering thoughts, a wondering mind,
How my mind drifts through the countless sands and the rapidness of time,
Constantly thinking and wondering what soon will be,
Too much for...
This one is again more of a bad song.
Since I've been driving a lot, I've been listening to the radio more. There are a lot of songs about drinking and some of them seem a bit...
I honestly can't even tell the difference from regular writing and poetry...
Sitting by the road side, head cupped in my hands, people pass me by and stare, no one understands.
Everyone just shakes their head as they go on by...
See me in my dark despair...
When you writebetween two soulsyou simply are giving a bit of yourselfan exchangethoughtful caring actsvoice to comfort backa sense of understandinga sincere suggestionyou are...
Here is the last poem I wrote
I sit in the dark room
laying in bed
just wishing that I was dead
I can't take it anymore
Nobody cares about me
They just can't see
Mysterious she is, like the wind she moves,
She is very quiet and far away,
She fills me up with her words,
Like the Spring she renews my outlook on life,
She doesn't say much...
The Spring air now fills up my soul,
A time to renew and make us all whole,
baseball begins in earnest today,
The crack of the bat, hot dogs and peanuts coming your way,
The passage of time haunts every human being,
Each body starts to break down from scene to scene,
It is now up to each and every one of us to keep each and every individual soul...
Time can be an enemy for so many people that exist,
Seeking a change but always finding an excuse to resist,
Restless thoughts always keeping us down,
Living life in constant...
The eyes are the gateway to the soul,
It is there we can find the pathway to life on our never ending stroll,
Through the eyes you can see deep within one's heart,