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Michael Hill May 2016
in hell I feel I've been there
I'm burning up, sweating all the time
my legs are numb my hair is gone
i fell like i could die

at night i toss and turn
as i try to fall asleep
but every time i try to
my nightmares come back and visit me

my friends they stand by me
even thou my looks could scare
when people are talking behind my back
my friends give them the glare

the devil has tried to temped me
as he wants me to pray to him
he wants me to ask him for help
to get rip of this curse he gave

even thou I'm hurting
i will not pray to him
if this is what i get, in return
then i will have till the end
Michael Hill May 2016
A knight dressed in his suit and  armor
grabs his sword and throws it into the air
hoping to get the light to hit it
to see where he must turn
as the sword go up it misses the light
instead in falls into the sea
for him this means it'll be his final battle
against the army to the east

he heads back home  to gather his army
but he finds his army has fled
So he gets back on horse
heads to his castle to get ready for the  final fight
he grabs his  sword holding it tight
he's gonna fight this war alone
his army they ran as fast they can
but for him he's keeping his honor and pride

off he rides to where his destiny lies
for he knows whats in store
if he shall die he's lived a honorable life
he continues his journey on
as he arrives at town
An army stands  with to many to count
He just laughs out loud holds up his sword
they begins to take the charge

he runs into them fast
swings his sword front and back
taking as many as he can with what he has
then an arrow strikes his heart
he keeps his smile as he fights on
until 2 more hit his chest
he takes his last breath
as he falls off his horse

with his final breaths
he just laughed then said
at least I die with peace
for I did not run I continued on
I fought for everything I believe
just like that he was gone in a flash
he died with honor and his pride
for this is a king who believed in destiny
Michael Hill May 2016
Inside these blue doors lives a woman so old
no one in this world has ever seen her face
She hides in this room filled with paintings of what she had looked like so many years ago
The walls are painted black there are no lights there are no mirrors
Just a fire place in the living room where she spends most of her years
The bike that sits just out side the door is used by the boys when ever she needs things from the store
It may surprise you that she doesn't have a wrinkle she looks like she only 20 years old
She falls asleep on the couch and drops a book on the floor on the page that is opened to a woman form 1516
Her long blonde hair and a sea blue dress and dimiand green shoes with a Flower top hat
On the front of the book it says who I am and who I've become yet going Through the pages it the same woman on everyone
How it is possible this woman 500 years old but looks only as if she has aged many years old
This house looks like it is about as old as her
It might be keeping her beauty from escaping from her
Now we must end and leave this house alone
For inside these blue doors is a woman 500 yeas old
Michael Hill May 2016
looking at this painting of the woman crying tears
i see a flowing river as flowers begin to appear
but the colors are not beautiful they are all black and white
as soon as they appear they turn to burn and are gone for my sight
as i follow this river it gets deeper and deeper as i go
the water just keeps going with no place to go
as i near the end the water runs faster
as it turns to a river then a flood
my body slips as i fall straight in
i sink i am no more
the water stops it gone no sight
the painting stops crying tears
the room is silent the light goes out
nothing it what it seems to appear
water,place,body,sad,tears,woman,painting,op
Michael Hill May 2016
could it be possible that our true loves are angels that decided to fall because after watching us for so long they felt something they have never felt before and just gave it all up to be with us to feel what we feel to be able to hold our hands to touch and to hold for the rest there lives
when you first meet him you look into his eyes and get the connection like he's been watching you ever since you were born that feeling where you know you were meant to be with each other knowing that god had given you your soul mate one that would always be there for you and never leave your side as god picked out the person for you when you were only just a soul
Michael Hill May 2016
walking with the sunset
as it sets behind the mountains
i see my shadow disappear
seeing the sun turn into darkness

the night is here the day is gone
i see the stars above me
holding my body tight
as the cold air try's bind me

then i see a shooting star
brightly shining past me
i make a wish before it gone
to see the light at the dawn of dawn

as i lay my back against a stone
for the light to shine and guide me home
so i close my eyes and go to sleep
until the sun makes it peak

for when it shines
I'll know it's time
to walk with the sun as a guide
to show me the way to get back home
where I'll no longer be alone
this was one of my 30 poems i had to write for april
Michael Hill May 2016
Knife in your hand blood on your cloths
Walking around dazed knowing nothing at all
Chains on you feet scraping when as you walk
Moving your mouth but unable to talk
Stitches on your head scars no your palms
Not knowing what had happen to you or how you made it this far
You hear sirens in the distance
You see people looking at you
frustrated knowing that there is nothing you can do
The police show up draw there guns as they yell freeze
You wanna stop but keep moving in disbelief you try to yell out
What ever was done to you made it so you couldn't say or do nothing at all
A shot can be heard as you feel a sharp pain
Falling to your knees in you mind screaming in pain
You can hear you last breathe as your eyes roll to the back of your head
One of the cops come over and with the people watching pronouncing you dead
Who ever did this to you is still rooming the streets
Praying on his next victim who will it be......
wanted to make something that i could write a 2nd or 3rd
Michael Hill May 2016
Blinding staring into a blank whirlpool
as pieces of wood stack up continuously
while your brain slowly shrinks
drifting in and out
unaware of where you are
as if time has no existence
lost falling forever and forever
Michael Hill May 2016
your eyes are weak and heavy
It's time to lay you head
Don't think about tomorrow
just get rested instead
now go to sleep young lady
you have done enough today
i will take the weight off your shoulders
so you can rest easy again
sleep,eyes,body,weak,time,
Michael Hill Jun 2016
swiftly spinning speaking softly
singing shaking swirling shouting
so satisfying so spectacular
so sleepy so sluggish
swaying shriving slowing steady stopped
slowly slivering slipped supine
Michael Hill Aug 2018
Numbing sends me crashing to pieces,
lungs fill up before I can scream,
light diminishes into darkness,
substance entered but refuses to release.

Colors now white flashes,
blood dips beneath my chest,
nobody's coming i have no contacts,
only my mothers ashes.

In my mind walls keep me bound,
with water soon to drown,
messed up broken needs a fix,
gotta break this glass so confound.

As water starts to over submerge,
a pulse breaks the glass setting me free,
opening my eyes these people standing before me,
weeping a funereal they all have to purge.

Still cannot speak but now can cry,
knowing people actually care,
never again shall I take a substance,
that costed me a near a goodbye.

For this next to me is a plug,
which might end up getting pulled,
even with my eyes open,
without movement they might just be misunderstood.
it's from a song i really like
Michael Hill Jun 2017
Stranded left to wallow
In a storm destructive path
Trista Destiny my sister
I hope to see or hear your voice again

Trapped by self inflicted wounds
after being tossed aside
dripping life out of her body
hoping to undo this hurt

Waters stir silent
grass whistles
rain begins to spit
Trista lies lifeless soaking in wet among-st these daffodils

Winds pick up collecting debris
as it ***** her up with all
to this day she has never been found
even after the storm


Good by Trista Destiny
who could have ever broken your heart
everyone is praying and hoping
to hear your voice one day call out
Michael Hill May 2016
my twin and I can never be part
for we cannot forget we have a beating heart
when ever we go our separate ways
we are only gone we for a few short days
every time we get hurt we can feel each others pain
but our love for each other will always remain the same
as we look into each others eyes
it's as if we see our future rolling on bye
we made a pat that if we ever fall in love
that he would have to go and marry us both
for we are the same in body in mind and heart
that we will not let love ever tear us apart
for we since we are twins we will have the same true love
Michael Hill May 2016
Come sail with me
feel the wind in your hair
Let me take you on a journey
you'll find no troubles here
following the way the oceans speak
gliding along the waves....
Michael Hill May 2016
walking down this unpaved path
the grass & soil beneath your feet
water from the sky's above
soak you with natures tears
you kneel down to plant your tree
along the road so gracefully
for every tree that we plant
will be along this unpaved path
just adding my poems from my other poetry site
Michael Hill May 2016
along a road walks a woman in black+
her dress torn her gloves stained
from the tears of her broken heart
her ring is ****** her eyes wet as a waterfall
her love one is gone and with it her soul
her feet are blistered from the road she's walked so long
it been 3 long years since the last time she been home
there is nothing there but memories she wants no more
her life is taken form her forever she's no more
with every step her foot prints stay
leaving sadness for people who pass this way
this broken woman who has no soul
what would you do if you had nothing at all
to this day she is seen walking alone
wearing her torn black dress leaving sadness where ever she goes
Michael Hill Apr 2018
Watching from a distance,
for devil hands keep me from escaping,
this dead full tide of unhappiness.

One chance failed on my behalf,
lied degraded turned everything to ruble,
why oh why did i let these sins persuade me.

As you suffered after taken the blows,
forced to o see who i truly am,
now i sit watching your endless suffering.

Yet i still cant drop an emotion,
thou sadden inside my heart,
if i ever see you again still can never say I'm sorry.
Michael Hill May 2016
there's a world all around that is nothing as it seems
what we see may not be there or is it our mind in disappear
rivers of colors flow, as golden fish jump out of the pond as they begin to freeze
the clouds are sliver  the sky is pink
this cannot not be real or so we think
the more we see we cannot believe
as it start to rain falling leaves
they hit the ground and grow into trees
being confused you continue you decide to walk
to the ocean to see the sea
but the water in the ocean is not what you think
it  is soft like wiped cream and has cherries floating that are pink
you mind must be having a melt down
or your eyes need to get fixed
because something  must be playing  a weird kinda trick
then you see you brain up in the air
you try to catch it but it looks at you with a stare
so you  grab a ladder and climb on up
take hold of your brain as you wake back up
on the couch you sit up
as you look out into the sky
everything is back to normal
then you let out a relieving sigh
for you will never know what caused this
all you can do is be more careful next time

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