cold grimy fingers rasping on the coffin of life
I scream but whispers escape
clawing my way down, down
yet all i find is more despair
I rant, desperate for a way out
but find only a knife or rope
All hope is evanesced
and i find only a void of terror
The only light love or link to sanity
snatched away by the devil himself
And her name erased from my lips
and her heart ripped from my chest
My only friend in my time of need
turns his back he does not heed
and so I give in I turn I die
not to speak, to move to live.
with my only brother
with my only chance
with my only love
with my only friend
i say goodbye
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
When I was a young boy
Many many years ago
I looked upon my life with joy
Running back and forth, to and fro.
My mind would boom, pop, and dance
my imagination had no bounds
sitting in a quiet trance
never forgetting the sounds
I came home all sweated
and I saw all old and worn
the sight sweetly silhouetted
and then, my heart torn
The beast with leathery skin
The red hot spikes sprouting from his skull
And his cruel blackened grin
when my mind went null
Across lingered the cloaked one
His face a grim facade
A soul in hand, he thought such fun
It was then I realised that we are doomed flawed
And now I am grown
my life is a sickly fray
and to all, let it be known
that once again I wish to be in my Fantasy Gray
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
I find myself doubting,
wondering what to do with this blank sheet.
Looking for ideas, “what do I do”.
when it comes to me.
A poem.
The curving letters the poets of yore inscribe,
make me tremble in awe-ful wonder,
glimpsing the possibilities of this one slate,
I start spilling my bubbling thoughts,
pouring my everything onto this page.
And I find myself thinking,
maybe this time,
maybe this time, I wont be disappointed.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
the infinitive to end all thought, because
those with no love, have no dreams
and those with no dreams, are not living.
it is a burning passion in the pit of the heart,
guiding you through your troubles.
The wonderful sensation inside when you succeed
this is truly love,
simple and clear.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Serenity in absolution.
The soundless flutter of a firefly in the night,
calm in the sky after a storm.
the complete and utter cool tastlesness.
The fresh, cool scent that comes on a bliss night,
soft on the breast child,
finding their way out of a bad dream.
so thank you all for
absolute serenity
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC