I can feel this growing in me like a choking plume of gnawing anger and it makes me want to lash out and smash at this darkness engulfing me. Shards of shattered glass and bloody...
warm smiles, tight hugs, endless laughter
has all turned into
dirty looks, middle fingers in the air, and non stop name calling.
where did I fail? what happened?
As I sit here and take in every word I throw at me I feel my self getting weaker and weaker slowly fading with every word u say u cut a bigger hole in me I can't stop to think why...
My AfflictionCulled from the quick, dulled by the thick, wild sporadic swarm, like bodies strewn in a storm, spasmodic and caustic like cosmic confection, scattered and tattered...
Do I dare,
to look farther,
Do I dare,
to find hope,
Do I dare,
to peek at the horrible scene unfolding before me,
Being who I am I peek,
My curious eyes looking upon the horror
A little bit sometimes. I'm not good but I try.
The depths of the stars in the sky could never hide,
The pain, the shame,
That I hide beneath the smile in my eyes,
And the nightmares,
They continue to wake me,
Leaving a trail...
Blood moon. Blood moon.
Running towards that bloody loon.
Shadows fall across our eyes.
Tonight this torch slowly dies.
Sweet Luna goddess of the night.
Do not leave us to toil...
Is this all just a dream? Am I trapped inside a box that never opens? I'm in the dark and it's hard to breathe. my lungs are slowly shriveling up. my skin has turned ice cold and I...
I recently launched my website for my writing career. On it, you can find my stories, poetry, and essays. I also have a blog on it about writing and being a writer. Please come...
OK, I didn't write this, but I'll offer it in memory of the very funny , lovely guy who did:
There was a young man called Doherty
Who wrote bloody awful poetry
The lines didn't...
I have a God.
But he's not like yours.
He doesn't hate gays,
But he does hate wars.
He doesn't have a name,
And he doesn't have a book.
He doesn't want your money,
My God's not a...
Sucks at times
And I like pizza <3
I'm standing in the middle of no where. But in my mind I see myself surrounded by mirrors. A mirror shows a reflection but not the beauty of a soul . Who you are is a tiny shining...
My heart has drowned
In forgotten memories that I have found
With tear-stained cheeks
My future looks bleak
Pushed along by a light
I keep what's...
Let the bleeding resume
Your hate is my doom
The end will come soon
I'll make sure to cut deep
And cast myself forevermore unto sleep
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I write poetry. I love poetry(:
I like the fact that you can write how you're feeling, that's it's calming, and entertaining. I write mostly dark poetry. I write love poems here...
I like to write funny poetry like this limerick I made in class during the poetry unit
I once had a cat
He looked like a rat
I took him to school
But he fell in a pool
Like the darkness I slowly overtake and set you free.
Lately since I've been in this anxiety episode, I haven't been able to easily sleep in our dark room. My stress sort of projects onto the dark and it makes my brain constantly wake...
I love watching the sky at night from my window its like the darkness and peace of the sky calms me and makes me happy. makes it easy to drift off to sleep
As I look into her eyes I see nothing, her deep dark brown eyes are empty...I talk to her but I get no answer, for she says nothing. What am I to do? My heart breaks as I look into...
I've always been a poet. Several poems of mine have been published. I have a very open mind and poetry is the only way I get my feelings out.
A Lil Something I Wrote Back in 2010... *Cheers*
There's a Small child crying in a corner room... Her back pressing against the chipped green painted wall eyeing the Footsteps...
I've had these eyes all my life. I never saw their beauty until probably this year of my high school life. Seeing most people around me with bright, colorful eyes made me envious a...
"sun's dust devils"
the pale glass window
dusty with the passing days
reflects a shard of the sun's dust devils
and all i could hear was the small sounds
that creatures of the...
This was a suicide note in poetry form. I'm not saying goodbye yet, I'm just sharing it with you. #depressing.
Tears fall down like raindrops
From a soul so filled with fear
Surprised if nothing more,
For nothing is near to enlightenment as I once thought was.
Now it is darkness filled with laughter
With the thrills of a fool...
No feelings, just darkness
All I feel are these four feelings
Every day, every night
Its as if my soul is cut
Gaps replaced by all four feelings
It controls the beast
It dwells within your heart
Connecting your inner self to the outer appearance
An appearance that is used to define who we are
But who we are is not...
the rain had just fled
as she had arrived
with her words already flowing thickly
one more sound in daylights tapestry of noises
a lawnmower churns out the green...
When Day turns to Night
I will fall into darkness
fall away from the light
falling, falling so deeply,
when day turns to night
The darkness is good,
it makes my heart take flight...
Two people in the dark
Two people in the dark
collided with a bump
gave each other such a shock
and made each other jump
In no time they were fumbling
to see what they could feel...
Just going through some of my poetry... And I thought I would share some (:
I wrote this poem for the man i loved, my best friend, when he was still with us in this life - R.I.P...
the dark ice cream man
floats up and down the empty streets
his truck weakly cranking out a warped sounding song
that leaves a trail of dogs objecting
the light reflected off one of the
spanish beads in her hair as it spilled
off her shoulder in the rain
a faded tattoo of a bird flying lay there too
it carried a...
Silence perforated the air as though it were an actual presence. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat thudding a sick sound in my ears.
In a few seconds it would be me on...
"ole mook and fast lucy"
mook was a strange old fella
could blown him over with a breeze
thin as a train track rail and just as rusted
he drank hard but his heart was soft
"the turbulent air (reprise)"
i'm breathing the rain
sitting here in her murder chair
trying to understand the calculations she lives through
a world of mystery breathing next to...
Of eggplants, and elephants.
silver and cold
yellow and warm,
the muse of...
'Alice' by me:)
He sat on his poisonous mushroom
Asking me a dark riddle
'Why is a raven like a writing desk?'
He inquired once again
For I did not know the answer till later that...
There's a buzzing in my head sometimes, it's deep and I imagine it travels down my body.