Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
Call it what he will...dark, lousy, sappy, mediocre, political, etc...I call it bright, inspiring, beautiful, brilliant, etc.....
....L❤️VE his writing...YES I DO!!
I love your eyes when you had first look at me
I love your lips movement when you were whispering about me *-* ^_^
I know she's out there,
dreaming of me,
as i dream of her.
I can see the life that awaits,
not so far away.
Fields of green as far as the eye...
This is a short poem about my 6 year struggle against depression, I might still be fighting but I am hopefully done with beating myself up over it. I hope you guys enjoy.
The blooming mist, moist and black
Hugs our wrists, like an iron tack.
Our eyes lock onto each others'
Like two rays intertwining
In the surroundings of unknown...
A Tale of Windswept Mysteries
Thrusting myself upon the unknown
Tearing away straws of plants full-grown
The nature's beryl stands tall with a charming little sapphire
I'm sorry if you think this is horrible. I don't think this is the best I've written myself.
Strangled by a Curse
Cries shatter the eerie silence
Lonesome tombs, at rest but...
Yesterday I came by to see,
How you were and how you've been,
I spoke to you of my Plan B,
And the world ahead that I now see,
For without you I could not live...
Walk The Line
The day will come where I'll walk the line,
And on that day you'll be on my mind,
In walls of hell I'll be in harmony,
With no debt to carry my soul at peace,
Ambition Of A Dreamer
As I walk the path that is my life,
I battle the pain and face the strife,
I live with the hope that I'll become,
A true man to be loved by someone,
``THE STORYTELLER'S CRY``
I'll start down with your pretty face
chase it to the darkest space
i'll listen to your silent fear
coming near you like the morning veils
I'll slumber in...
THE STRUGGLE IN ME
I've got eyes to see but no vision in me
I've got keys in my hands, but i'm no longer free
I've been lied to my face and laughed at my back,
taunted by my...
The September Break Up
Clouds, dull grey ones
Damp and fairly drab
Like deep shadows above
The heads of the crowds
Of people passing by
Told or else hinted at
Lessons Never Learnt
Relentlessly I stab
Counting the wounds on a tab
The red smudges my book
Indicating the lives I took.
Her glassy eyes gazing at stars
Once dreaming of Mars...
This goes out to all the outcasts of the teen society. I know we deem ourselves as uncool, ugly, nerds/etc and kill ourselves everyday for it, but even people like us can rise from...
Cobblestones, colorful, decorate paths
Like tiny, petite mosaics in swaths
They lead to something dreadfully fathomable
What it is and what it wants are...
It Was(n't) Meant To Be
Glittering blue tears stain my hand
Your eyes, dark green, embrace the land.
The earth below is about to get filled
With your worthless remains, cold and...
-- MY EMOTIONAL SUICIDE --
the eyes open wide
no tears, cause the oceans have dried.
No, not me, i had tried
to hold on, i had cried
to let go, to take side
with happiness, with...
And I absolutely suck at coming up with titles.
As my hands stroke your soft fluffy coat
Eyes raping the pure white goat
I wonder if such wondrous elegance persists...
When spring has sprung
And chores be done
Thoughts turn to maids
Oft decked in braids
And how they look
Like a good book
Between the covers
Today I am a glowing angel with bloody hands.
today I'm an angry hermit forced into the midst of a crowd.
My jaw is tight.
My face burns.
My ears ring.
Today I can breathe fire...
The Devil's Embrace
As shooting stars fly by tonight
Filled with wishes, full of light
There always comes a darkness blue
Red of stake, green of hue.
Memories and plights to...
Pearls and emeralds sparkle and dance
To the beam of the tragic moonlight trance
Bitter but sweet, tried but simple
The story has to end, to make all nimble.
The craft designed by...
Death is like a deer
Whispering dreams and wishes
Into a man's right ear.
Stealthily but steadily
It creeps away with his heart's lily.
Gullible travelers fall at its feet
Entered this one for a contest. I hope I can get a Honorable Mention at the least.
Lonesome Cries and Deafening Shatters
Angels dressed in pure white petals
Fly me lightly in...
Okay, this is something that's way out of my genre and I feel really uncomfortable about it. I personally think it's bad, but I want to hear what your opinion is. It's about...
Snow angels rest there on the sidewalk
Peacefully creating a venue for harmony
A season to breathe, grateful times
They are spoiled by a scene, hard but mild.
For beyond the...
"Ignorant to see that you are single-handedly spawning a step in my rise to success, you neglect me. You run the roses into the flames right before my eyes. Boast...
And down again we go
Into the bottomless, hollow abyss
Where all hell exists to threaten
In a deadly, vivid terrifying pattern.
Empty stillness clouds the night air
A click from the revolver and all will be gone
Your soul, your mission and person we'll mourn.
Searching for a reason to live and breathe
We slowly reel, round the roll we bleed...
Bated breaths suck up empty space
Of what used to be eternity,
Is now an elongated wait.
As dreaded ticks accelerate fast
We tap our thighs for the fated blast.
A few seconds and...
Remonstrances sound in the pale evening gloom
One that is feared, a midnight rose' bloom.
Concealed by a thick, emerging wall
Cries never heard, dying off at her call.
Ancient claws tearing off the grudge
A seal for the judge, far wise her nudge.
The doom lays out in an open row
Choices, sacrifices to be made in tow.
Gently she speaks,
Dark Concrete Paths
As the afternoon sun turned dim
Shining palely upon the streets
And upon shadowy dives
Like rivers of painted greys slim
Like slick thin steel knives
A Walk Among The Lilies
Grass , nice cool grass,
Soaked in chill dew
The morning spring dew
Like new rain from above
Slightly wets the grass blades
And each cool plant sliver,
For a fallen star to dreams
In between the clouds
you see a star,
And wish it came down,
Beside the flowing stream
There by you is the fallen star,
Hold her hands...
They shut the door behind me,
And lock me in a house for two.
A sink, a toilet, a desk, a cubby,
Are all within my view.
The door won't open from inside,
But still I...