And the sun rose for the last time
The dawn of the final day
As the sad and lonely planet
Knew the price it had to pay
No birds had sung that morning
No rain pattered on the...
I can't stop writing. Its an absolute necessity for me, an addiction even. I look for new forums to express myself. Though I realize EP is not likely a place where my work will be...
Love The Reaper
The oceans do not have enough tears for my sadness ....my eyes are now bleeding and blind because Sorrow has gauged them out and taken them as her treasure.
her tinderbox mind
burst into flames of mad sadness's at any moment
that will burn like a river of tears
she will strain at speaking just the right words...
I need a co-writer for a realistic drama novel about a woman in prison SO BADLY. PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEGGING YOU
I need a co-writer for a realistic drama novel about a woman in prison. PLEASE HELP ME!!!!
"gremlins of the mind"
look upon you with my dark face
you would not know me
for i am lost from all light
i have stepped into the shadows
and know not my way home
i have come to...
I have chains cast around my soul,
and these chains,
I can't control,
I'm cut to shreds,
leaving me with death.
I can never escape the day,
no matter what I do or say.
I'm set out...
The beauty of a gray sky embraces my soul,
The clouds are beautiful to me,
The rain that comes from the sky refreshes me,
It is rain and the cool cloudy days that fill me up...
I want to yell at the top of my lungs and never stop.
Can't you see this is killing me and I don't know if I can survive this pain my heart torn to pieces my soulf shatted I wish...
hot sun creepin long
be hours for cool evening comes
so we got to hang on for just a little longer
we just gotta git down this mountain side
just gotta forge the...
my love gave me a safety vest.
it seems a simple thing..
wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium...
A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair..
and if i were to tell him...
"quick as sin"
she ran quick as sin
to tell the moon of the maidens sea of intents
but her tongue twisted upon the word
as they were written
she will always remember the first...
I knew a baby girl who wanted no attention
The fact that she was given none is what they never mention
I knew a little girl who never spoke a word
She learned early on she simply...
Are you only but, a Simple Dream
that my wondering thoughts play as I sleep?
or a Forgotten Memory,
scattered to the winds of my long lost Past?
Are you a meer Stranger
Come here near and feel the fear
look my eyes are full of fear
as i walk darkness is near
you can escape the fear
fear,me and you away but near
the end is near.
I am going to paint a picture,
Paint a brand new start,
A beautiful joyful portrait
Not my usual abstract art
My picture is slowly building
I like what I see
Scars less prominent...
"she walks barefoot in the fields"
she gathers them up
holding them gently in her arms
there are more every day
like harvesting flowers
pick them when they are in full bloom
I have written short stories and thinking about a novel maybe about an asylum. I am also writing my own book on miscarraige and ectopic pregnancy.
"with voiceless pride"
perhaps it was his love for
the salt and the sea
perhaps upon the desert of waves
he awaited a vision to awaken his dreaming heart
some beautiful illusion...
A Spark of life leave my body
death is close.....
didn't manage to get enough?
no,didn't manage nothing at all?
come here near give me spark
give me fire,here,near.....
Oh I used to. It was a way one painfully shy teen was able to express himself through the charecters he wrote about.
"our sunny day once again"
night is the worst
so easy to believe that it'll never end
try and distract yourself
but the empty room presses in on you
no compromise with the lonely...
She was like the ocean.
Only, people can only walk in the shallow parts. The parts where she's happy, where she can look you in the eye and smile at you, being happy.
The Autumn air refreshes me,
It brings forth a cool and gentle breeze,
It reminds me of better days to come,
The Fall refreshes my soul,
It brings back hope,
I think clearly...
The scars on her wrist
Are the story of her life
A razor kiss
When she gave up on her life.
Her crys for help
That never came
Instead she yelpS
With the pain.
I'm only 7 beers in
I wish it was 10
I really want to sleep
But my head would rather keep
Me up for a while
For one more chance to smile
A memory or song
It can't be at all wrong...
Insanity & profanity go hand in hand just like two lovers upon the sand.
Thanks for reading now **** off!
I started writing poetry after my big brother died when I was 14 to find a way to express my feelings.
But it wasn’t until 2013 when I started to actually publishing my poems on...
As The World Rhymes:
A True Story of A Man That Rhymes
by: Rob Paquin
I've been rhyming a real long time. Hell, it goes all the way back to my formative years when I was writing...