Only things which you can do.
Shining on the darkness within me,
Illuminating even the darkest depths,
And darkest corners.
Hoping that it wouldn't return,
As long as you stay by...
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?
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...
We met by co-incidence because we both co-existed within the same lonely place.
You reached out, I reached back.
We both had to pull-back, the sparks were too intense ...too great...
Regrets are all you left, on your lipstick stains
Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray
We had our fun, I used to light your flame
Like the dancing...
What is your favourite poem?
A little bit sometimes. I'm not good but I try.
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
My Teacher© 2014 Christina HorstMy teacher is one of the bestHis inspiration spreads from north to south and from east to westLook as hard as you likeYou will never see the...
You told me to let you know me. You told me to let you be there for me. I said " But I dont want you to be there for me." I could tell you took it badly. What I wanted to tell you...
Someone very close to me used to write songs and poems for me. He would always capture exactly how I feel in his writing, just by observing my behavior. My favorite memory with him...
Luminescent my soul could have been
The light gradually fades as the abysmal darkness swallows it
Casting the dying light into oblivion each second
Darkness grows as light dies...
You light up the night sky-
giving protection to animals
who roam at night. You give
peace to those who cannot calm-
the raging heart that beats like
a drum, that cannot be...
I've written so many poems, letters, and songs to/for people throughout my life that counting them would be impossible. If you have struck a strong emotion within me you will...
Wandering, lost in the endless maze
Fearing what in the next room lays
A son, a brothers, a husband, a friend
A father, grandfather or maybe the end