I have published my book of poems on Kindle. It is listed at .99 but will be free for 5 days beginning Friday the 17th. I will renew that free offer as long as Amazon allows.The...
I wouldn't say I write poetry more like quotes and I use to be on ep like four years ago and I wrote poems on that account so some of my poems will be the same poems that I posted...
...And about 10% of the time, it's decent, haha. It started with a love of rhyming; when I was a toddler, one of my favorite things to do before bedtime was listen (and try to...
This Is Sex (written by HMS 08/04/2015)
Thirty four storeys up
I still hate my life
The city gleams and sparkles below
While I try not to think about jumping
I no longer believe stone lays upon us a cold embrace. For to feel you once again I must lay beside your tomb...
I am forced now, to believe that death now welcomes...
Some people tell me I am too dreary,
When I put down a rhyme,
So I thought I would lighten up,
Well maybe just this time.
I will tell you about some other thoughts...
Toys of Years Gone Past
Look around you
Up in your attic
Upon old play things
And grew up with
Like some old friends
That you once knew
A Tin Soldier stands,
Tall and stiffly...
As the cloud hangs over my
I peer ahead for a light
In the distance
I ran from the darkness
That once took me over
I now loath the happy faces with the...
These are actually lyrics to one of my songs but what are lyrics other than poetry?
by. A Demand for Proof
I remember back in the day
When we used our minds to fly...
After love’s last flicker has faded to black
And no amount of wishing can bring it all back
What stays behind is a demon of form
And nothing is left there to make you feel warm...
Or to dream
Is for many
There's no mistake
That with every cheap intake
Without a care
One mustn't dare
To wake up another
In their sleep...
A dove sits
On the best
And to this day
That memo of the dove
That memo of the dove
Did I see it again
Yet all child's of...
Release me from this anger and hate
Please take me before it’s too late
If you don’t i’ll do it myself
So please i’m begging for your help
Are you proud of who you are...
as the darkness comes the sun
surrenders to the night. As the
shadows descend and chaos rise,
let blood be spilt in the streets
as demons divide, let the black
blood drip and...
Here's something that I thought up around Valentine's Day in my school's poetry club. I didn't really expect to write anything:
You know it's strange
A poem about love
I see a crumbled piece of paper
All mangled and folded upon it self
Once was a clean sheet
Now it's in the trash heap
I think of what it could be
A letter maybe written for me
How does a heart break?
Does it begin with a small or large ache?
Will I feel it at all?
Maybe it will slip unnoticed like a mouse through a wall?
Somehow I know that's just not...
This is something I wrote, it's hard to put out there.
Battered and broken,
******** bare for all,
She’s, losing her mind,
Beauty will fall,
She told her once...
There once was a boy, and he lived happily ever after. The End
One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our surrounding