Betrayal and Power
Scowling at how many people have betrayed me and left me to rot
Darkness and passion are my only friends in this world filled with scum
As I walk down the...
Oh dear heavens yes... My poetry is dark as crap. If you ever want poetry that will make you depressed then I've got you covered.
"like a cheshire"
her iron words rusted in the rain
so we had to sit in the hot afternoon
restoring the image she had painted with a sweet turn of phrase
dazzled by the sunlight i...
The little church beneath the trees
The soft and gentle autumn breeze
The congregation looking glum
The beating of a funeral drum
The eyes behind a veil of lace
but still you took
this rusty nail you call a heart
and slammed into my head
you said you would be a friend to my darkness
you said you would break...
"gremlins of the mind"
look upon you with my dark face
you would not know me
for i am lost from all light
i have stepped into the shadows
and know not my way home
i have come to...
There's a cold dark corner
in the back of my room,
it speaks to me
and says I'm coming for you.
As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing...
her voice a fragile thunder
her thoughts gossamer wings beating on
the thick summer air
her awkward gestures a lovin embrace to
the eyes that haunt her histories
I have chains cast around my soul,
and these chains,
I can't control,
I'm cut to shreds,
leaving me with death.
I can never escape the day,
no matter what I do or say.
I'm set out...
I want to be a writer one day. I want to publish a novel
"quick brown bunny"
stepped from the brilliant sunlight
to the apple tree shade
there on flagstones we sat curled up
by the falling leaves that came down like snow
and watched a...
"the glory of the hot hand'
a hot number and
you could see the dice smokin
her luck was on fire
life was a flash in the pan sweet
the glory of the hot hand
hounded when its thin...
every passing hour,
i feel the desire in me grow,
u make me sick but like a ***** i am on your beckon call
i trade blood for bruises
a lot less excuses
i pop my pills so i don't...
I journal, sketch, draw, anything that keeps me busy and let's me escape for a bit.
I Am What I Am #2
I am true. I may be a fake smile, but I am real. I have a
real beating heart that loves until it is forced to hate.
I admit that I do hate, even though it is...
I do. I love sharing them and knowing that people read what I write. If people hate what is said in my stories, understandable. Haters gonna hate. But I write because I love to...
I love to write. I could write about so many things. Real things, raw things, strange things, truth things, lies things. Things that only few have the strength to write and even...
I've written for a corporate video and an award winning short film. I also love to write short films and dream of writing a novel one day. If I could pay the bills purely as a...