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...
The little church beneath the trees
The soft and gentle autumn breeze
The congregation looking glum
The beating of a funeral drum
The eyes behind a veil of lace
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.
Oh dear heavens yes... My poetry is dark as crap. If you ever want poetry that will make you depressed then I've got you covered.
Betrayal and Power
Scowling at how many people have betrayed me and left me to rot
Darkness and passion are my only friends in this world filled with scum
As I walk down the...
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...
"the glory of the hot hand'
a hot number and
you could see the dice smokin
her luck was on fire
life was a flash in the pan sweet
the glory of the hot hand
hounded when its thin...
every passing hour,
i feel the desire in me grow,
u make me sick but like a ***** i am on your beckon call
i trade blood for bruises
a lot less excuses
i pop my pills so i don't...
I looked up the sky and felt a sense of calmness and relief,
The Summer sun will now soon set and fade away,
The nearness of Fall somehow eases my mind,
I find great comfort...
The world is getting dark,
Clouds gathering in the sky,
Lightning heeds it's warning to the coming storm,
People gathering on the earth,
Searching for answers and truth,
It's wrapped in silk but bitter
that thing of which we dare not speak
with glorious bound unfettered
the strongest serve the weak
You speak with an altered prayer...
At the crossroads
you stand and wait
for something you
with terms you know
to cover choice
and sounds you know
aren't your own voice
I sit alone
on this mossy old stone
on a cold wet winters day
and I remember places
and loved ones faces
they all seem so far away
I don't really care if your...
at least blurry
in a place
I wouldn't want you to find me
my ears are ringing
louder than my heart was singing
before I lost my senses...
So how I'm gonna tell this tale?
There once was a girl, so over heels fallen,
For a boy who never in his wildest dreams would ever, ever bail.
She knew by the way he looked to her...
Only because we allow
The pages of life
Except breadth and tallow
There lies limbo
For a way of life
That fits inside a...
"like a cheshire"
her iron words rusted in the rain
so we had to sit in the hot afternoon
restoring the image she had painted with a sweet turn of phrase
dazzled by the sunlight i...
"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