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
"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...
"with voiceless pride"
perhaps it was his love for
the salt and the sea
perhaps upon the desert of waves
he awaited a vision to awaken his dreaming heart
some beautiful illusion...
I am going to paint a picture,
Paint a brand new start,
A beautiful joyful portrait
Not my usual abstract art
My picture is slowly building
I like what I see
Scars less prominent...
"she walks barefoot in the fields"
she gathers them up
holding them gently in her arms
there are more every day
like harvesting flowers
pick them when they are in full bloom
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...
hot sun creepin long
be hours for cool evening comes
so we got to hang on for just a little longer
we just gotta git down this mountain side
just gotta forge the...
"quick as sin"
she ran quick as sin
to tell the moon of the maidens sea of intents
but her tongue twisted upon the word
as they were written
she will always remember the first...
Are you only but, a Simple Dream
that my wondering thoughts play as I sleep?
or a Forgotten Memory,
scattered to the winds of my long lost Past?
Are you a meer Stranger
her tinderbox mind
burst into flames of mad sadness's at any moment
that will burn like a river of tears
she will strain at speaking just the right words...
"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 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 started writing when I was 9 years old. I found myself hidden in a far corner, with pieces of paper and little tiny nubby pencils. Writing has always been my outlet and way of...
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...