Blood Pooling
The man above drooling
Skull cracked
The agony stacked
Stares like shards of ice
But they were too precise
Trapped in a mind that thinks
Drowned in all the tar it drinks
Look at that sandy hill
Run up but stay at the bottom still
Pay Attention to the stares
Everyone Is in pairs
the pain is you’re doing
But you can’t focus while spewing
You’re alone
The end is unknown
The tea is not going to save you now
Just ask yourself how
How will you get out of this isolation?
For You are your own foundation
But how do you fix the cracks?
Once you find out it is your time to relax
Something is in the air
Now you know this is a nightmare
Open your eyes
Now it is your time to rise
Strike after strike won’t hurt you now
To be happy is your only vow

I’m just so bored
But with poetry, my excitement is restored
The clock is ticking
Perfectly selecting the letters I’m picking
Eyes pinned on the screen
Individual pixels can be seen
1:00 AM the hours pass by
Like cloud briefly resting in the sky
I try so hard
But for in a deck, I am a card
Not even a good one
but it is fun
I enjoy writing even though my skills lack
Ouch I think I hurt my back
That’s what I get for writing for such a long time
I guess there’s nothing more addicting than the rhyme

Have you ever tasted coal?
Don’t make your goal
I will tell you what it tastes like
Imagine a bike
Then eat its tyre
Then set your mouth on fire
The soot mixed the rubber
If you eat too much, you’ll get blubber
When you’re pushed over the ground tastes like coal
You try to keep control
I don’t like being mad
People have always told me it’s bad
But I want to hurt them
Everyone thinks I’m a gem
They think I have no pain
But they can’t see the strain
Everything hurts
It appears I’ve ripped my shirts
I wonder how
I can’t hurt anyone it’s a vow
So, I keep my head down
I ignore anyone around
Goodbye once again
Write it in pen
I’ll shout it from the steeple
Sometimes I hate people

The wind blows past
The hills are vast
The sweet sound of a gong
In this world nothing is wrong
The grass as green as a lucky clover
But now the day is over
The orange bliss of sundown
You see an abandoned house that is rundown
You stroll in still loving the sounds you hear
Your mind is clear
You rest your weary head
As you lay down on the old but comfortable bed
Your eyes open to the sight of lightning
Your peaceful world is now frightening
The world you thought was normal
Was actually paranormal
Walking on the skies
Where all the green grass dies
The sound of the breeze
Has become a disease
It is a deadly growl
And you see the eyes that scowl
For your haven
Now is circled by a raven
The glass has cracked
But no one knows how I will react
Tears of blood
The room you’re in floods

I wish I could go back in time
to see the ones who did the crime
the crime that covered me in bruises
but the world refuses
I can never win with them
To the court their a gem
Ignoring the proof of blood
Saying it is just mud
But they are blind
If they could just see into my mind
They could see how sick they are
But to them I’m just bizarre
An outcast to the world
The truth is furled
But in this poem it will be revealed
I can destroy the shield
The chains can be broken
For I have finally woken
The end is near
I am the one you need to fear

Greetings is what I say,
I do it every day
Some people think I’m strange
But people’s views change
Then people think I’m nice
For what I do has no price,
Everyone agrees I’m weak
So I decide not to speak.
My soul is trapped
So I have learnt to adapt.
I think I have no friends.
The loneliness transcends
All the things I have endured
And I fear it cannot be cured
But the sun comes up.
Then I pour my tea into a cup
For the agony is gone,
My life can go on
Without the fear of pain,
But the sights I’ve seen remain