I write dark poetry. Dark poetry for a dark soul :)
I am well acquainted with misery. Due to that familiarity, I write dark poems about loneliness, pain, unwanted love, and broken...
What's here for me?
What's there to do?
I'm extremely upset
And insanely confused
My mind is dangerous
My thoughts are dark
When will it end if I feel it's the...
she lay in darkness
listening to some sad song
some careless young heart with a version
of some sweet old melody
she lay wrapped in my arms
lay wrapped in her...
Troubled by darkness
I'm stuck in a deep hole and I can't seem to climb out
I want to be happy but all I do is just sit and pout
This black cloud that hovers just won't go away...
Her long dark hair dripped down her back
wet from the steamy shower.
She slipped on the black lace thong
(the one that made her feel extra sexy
and always made him say...
in the wilderness
i sketch in the thick air with my words
painting grand towers and epic people riding against
the forever setting sun
grand lives with natural loves...
I'm so thankful, that they always have a place in my heart
But I'm so ashamed, that I start losing sight of their faces, their names
Don't look at me, please don't look at me
My heart is truly touched by how many people support and love me
I call them all family, and it's enough to bring tears to my eyes
Which I both love and hate, I both love and hate...
This is a poem that I've only allowed a certain few people read but I just believe now is the time for everybody to be able to read it.
A Question of Love,
I can't change who I...
E: From inside the cage, I question my sentence,
Subduing my rage, I seek some kind of sense.
Shapeless am I, but they hold me a captive,
I went for a walk today. On my path, a rose reached out to touch me with its beauty.It sent out its fragrance for my delight.I felt humbled that it chose to reveal itself that day...
Deceitful dreams and a vengeful wrath,
A life that caters to the whims of such ills,
Shall travel always on a twisted path,
With misery for a mate, lacking much else.
old saint bob
whacks a hefty tune out on a beer barrel
full of noise and nuance
like a dammed version of samson
tearing down these city walls
and like a blessed...