I still write a lot of novels, stories and other kinds of writing. I used to always write poetry. Every day. But I was very young and when I posted my poetry on sites like Booksie...
I write poetry, yes this is true.
Here is one that is brand new!
First LegStyle Poem of Twenty Fifteen,
Follow the link to where it can be seen!
I write poetry to deal with loneliness and insecurity and my poems, although simple, will put anyone in a deep pit of sucky ickyness.
I write poetry, this is true.
From the looks of it, so do all of you!
My favorites are limericks, I've written a few!
If you'd like to read them, vist here legstyle.blogspot.com...
Special thoughts often lie hiddenin the virtual words that I have writtenlike shining treasures I throw them outin hopes that others will smile or poutI sense your thoughts...
In a world so dark and cold,
I just sit here crying and alone,
No friends just enemies,
Just folks that act with such idiocy, hypocrisy, and living under a bridge or a public...
I once heard a soundIt came as quick as the nightSunset down behind the lightAnd there I found something not rightA heartA beatLaying beside my feetI saw a chance to fix it upTo...
a metallic smell rampaged
through the quiet hall;
downstairs a cry slaughtered the air,
electric eyes rolled back a form of white.
They rushed the day in pairs,
Inspired to write of better times
when the love he needs is real
The mind that thought of everything
began to make a deal
If I change the now to then
I can be happy here
I have nothing....everything is goneTaken without my permissionI have been sent into remissionForced to live through everyone else's visionGo ahead you can have whatever you...
Here wher i taste rhe flavour of lust
here i meet you...
my perfect lover...
oh yes you...
where i meet desire
sometimes you born in the sunshine
somewhere along the...
in the twisting shadows I once played
amid the darkness where we laid
many promises I once made
I will keep though your memory shall fade
I raised the knife to do the chore
A man in love once fell so far he fell away from life
With eagerness he left this world when she became his wife
Created he a gilded cage his soul did occupy
And there he stayed...
Wow this is vivid ******* brightness dude!
I feel like I should be wearing alien warpaint.
Everything is beauty in the vivid existing nothingface.
'The fire within'
If broken hearts can mend,
who will do the mending?
are they not more fragile,
or less so?
Toward a mindful life we bend,
and who shall do the...
A process is taking place, of Anarchical proportions.
Wouldn't you like to know her every last;
Action of love,
and sudden kick?
Or would you...
Something i wrote months ago and stumbled upon. I have given up many times in life. At those moments I have made poor decisions. Sometimes it was cutting, drinking, trying to kill...
I've wanted to breathe
For as long as I can remember
Eclipse pain resonates rain
Every drip on my fortunate face
Facing God I forgo fate
Only oxygen still satiates
Someday the test will turn blue
Someday I'll know I'm carrying you
Someday I'll watch as my belly grows wide
Someday I'll feel you moving inside
Someday I'll bring you into the...
As I sit and look around this disabled Garden of Eden, I realize that it's the poison that is making the world black. Pulling wool over our eyes to disguise the fact that...
STAINED IN FAULT
I now write in red
as if it were the blood that runs thru my veins.
The blood that shall soon soak
thru the thick cloth upon my chest.
The blood that shall soon...
(Love, loss, and the hopelessness of the hopeful.)
I dwell no longer on the night or the day,
I think on the past while the present’s away
Thought cast the stone, one...
While walking by a field of green
I saw a sight that’s seldom seen
A tiny little whispering breeze
About the grass a top the trees
The sun was high and shone so bright
Velvet soft hands rushing from the evening's wake
To the young body of this lad
Ghosted lips turns into its icy wake
Tittling around, the word between her teeth is bad
I love to write song lyrics and poetry.