Today is National Poetry day in the UK, so I wanted to share this.
I see the words of many men
Who speak as though their deeds are sacred
I see the very hearts of saints.
Taking a ride on the dreamland express,
Walking through life aimlessly at best,
Appreciating the beauty of nature before my eyes,
Dancing in rhythm with the angels in the vast...
Happy National Poetry Day to all fellow admirers of free verse.In celebration of what I regard as quite an important day, I'd like to share this little nugget of pure beauty. ...
Writing is the one thing I could think of whenever I feel bored; self motivate; down; need a comfort. I write, just something. I just love writing.
I was just sitting here thinking " What the f.ck should I write about now.?" And I just couldn't think of a damn thing. I looked over at my little dog ( I can't spell chiuaua see...
I worry not, for pain and hell
what's commonplace is far from fear
but when the light, so faint, does fade
my own dark self may find me here
Where are you now, oh brother I loved...
nobody likes me
nobody needs me
nobody wants me
i am so unattractive and unuseful
i am the one always sitting in the darkness and crying
nobody will love me ,forever i will be...
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth...
I wear almost everything black. My dress is black, my shoes are black, my knee-high socks are black. My long-sleeve shirt is red, the only clothes I wear that aren't black are my...
Warning, a dark and grim poem I wrote a few weeks ago. I do feel better now :) It is good to empty out emotions now and then...
I have a dark side, I think this poem is pretty...
Every night I stay awake
With my head just spinning around and around and as time goes by. Over thinking consumes me, death gripping on me , crawling on my skin, head to toe...
I enjoy writing, creating a story from nothing. I enjoy breathing life into yet unknown characters and letting them be discovered through descriptions and activities. They will...
i fall alone
the sound of woe
cuts the bone
upon the panes
as from above
i become rain
i spill away
drops of indigo
down i fall
on forlorn pillow
The unwavering and deafening silence is now heard loudly in the fading Summer sun,
Which once burned brightly is now but a flicker, two souls which were once one,
Now kept at a...
prayers for my dead
and all that is gone
this is a hymnal
to broken bonds...
prayers for my tears,
tears my eyes lost
never were worth
as much as they cost-
prayers for my shadow...
Let it go, let it rip, no inhibitions, just let it fly,
Soar like an eagle amongst the heavens and the velvet blue sky,
What a world it would be if there was but just heart, soul...
Roses have been colored red in many a blind mans poem of love
and in so many ways their eyes color them shades of crimson
But the hidden stain of loves bleeding heart cannot...
Time... heals... we need time
To cleanse... to take away
The old... what was once useful is not anymore
To our souls...
What once fed us up...fills us up no more
Where to we...
Time, time, time it changes everything,
It moves the soul in a different direction,
Sometimes what was once strong loses it's connection,
Hearts harden and minds wander day to...
Passion ignited a fire within the soulsThe flames arising higher and higher
Liquid rapture pumping through veins
Desire simmering within the eyesThe body aching to be...
Goodness I have so many. Some days it's like the darker the better. Eventually I'll actually try some of them, but for now they are simply thoughts in a restless mind.
My mind is constantly thinking, racing with endless thoughts and fantastic dreams,
A pure heart seeking only the truth, really no schemes,
Wanting to feel contentment and true...
He sat on the edge of my bed and listened to the horrors of forever. The acute restlessness of his grotesque thoughts disturbed the two of us. I feared for myself, and he feared...
The lightning strikes as the rain falls hard with the sound suddenly awakening me,
Coming through the window, the gray skies and a chilling breeze,
The passage of time is...
I wrote this one myself. I write quite a bit, but I rarely let anyone else read my work. Most of it is kind of dark, but this particular one is kind of positive. It's called Cycle...
Floating at the edge of the sky
where day melts into night
dark blue unfurls into the cosmos
reaching to touch the stars
light and dark, timeless in their existence...
softly i mourn
as each becomes
a falling leaf
with heart of wither
in season of loss
an ocean of tears
i'm soon to cross-
the willow that weeps
now weeps for me
Tossing and turning
The ache within so deep
His words replay
Straddled tongue silently mocking Forbidden antidotes, deprived breath like rope around my throat.
Hypnotic apparatus finally exposed, force-fed bargains for a timely decompose...