I feel numb
as the ripe chocked me out.
Drains me of my life,
Everything get darker,
and darker,
and darker.
Everything is black.
The ones that ‘cared’
they’re late

My up coming death,
you inspire me to write.
Never satisfied even after me last breath.
I hate the way you roar, slither and scan.
Invade me mind day and through the night.
waiting, dreaming ‘bout your cunning plan.
I Idle at your foul play.
You are more able, violent, and deep.
Ice bites the debris of may,
and wintertime has the eternal sleep.
Oh who I hate you and your ways.
I adore and hate your personality.
Your stage style fills my days.
The way you destroy my mentality.
My hate for you is the sarcastic ties.
Now I must away with a stunning heart.
You get us in the end.
how are you so smart?
You’re taken my best friend,
my brother,
and my health.
Once I leave
The works I’ve weaved on the paper will grieve.

Her heart beats
rhythmically.
To her she’s
exploding.
She’s with up
but unresponsive.
Her blank stare
shows something’s
Wrong
but she’s not saying what.

In summer our love is innocent.
Roses floating in the breeze.
Love is dilligent.
Our love is a tease.

The skies are blue, our love isn’t hopeless.
Two people waiting in the sun.
Love, it’s hard to focuse.
Our love never begun.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold.
Autumn leaves fall under a brass sunset.
Love is cold.
Our love is a threat.

From death ‘till rebirth our love will continue to delight.
From season to season I love you always.
Love continues to fight.
Our love sets my spirit ablaze.

Friendship,
Sounds like a nice word.
It’s really nice when it works.
wish this was easy, but
everything is better on paper.
I try to let friendships sail,
something happeneds and my cannons shoot.
The other ship shoots back.
We try to patch up the wolves, but we keep firing
And
The water keeps rising.
We sink.
I swim to shore, get a new ship,
And it happens again.
I find one.
We don’t fire.
We drop anchor and in the middle of the dark night,
we drift apart.
The ropes snapped.
I find a Iron ship.
I fire.
Nothing happened.
I fire again, and again.
After enough the ship slowly starts to sink.
It fries back for the first time.
It hits, I start sinking.
My ship still floats but lower.
During this I find a Gold ship.
It’s pretty we stick together.
It fires, and fires a again.
Now I fire, I sink.
I start to swim, the water keeps me afloat.
She pulls me onto the gold ship.
She pushes me off,
the water keeps me afloat.
He pulls me onto the iron ship.
He pushes me off,
the water keeps me afloat.
It’s a circle.
And everytime, I try to swim back I get pulled aboard.
Through it all,
the water keeps me afloat.

A teen sits alone in the empty bathroom.
She ships her face in her hands.
She doesn’t want people to see what she’s done.
Blue tears run down her freckles.
Red tears run down her wrists.
Her t-shirt says ‘smile’
But that’s the last thing on her mind.

His world is spinning
His wrists cry from the slitting.
He screams for attention
thinking he has a plan.
He didn’t meet the expectation
Society told him, “be a man”

Sold my soul
Wishing,
Wishing for love.
All I got was heartbreak
and
Shame.

I know you and me are survivors.
An army of an old fife fleet.
We travel the land of freedom igniters
A race against the world.

Practice military confrontation.
The pain of being driven by aggression.
Living life without an occupation.
The people lack information.

My thought and ways of being ill prepared.
A final battle on the stretched barrier.
A letter from an openly declared
Followed by the voice similar to **** terror.

I tamed my beast.
I fought threw his reign.
Over came his strength.
Finally at last I was free.
But at last his thrown was filled again.
Four simple words, “what’s one last time?”
These still haunt me to this day

The darkest place in the world is not a cave,
not a room with no windows,
nor even a real place.
The darkest place is my mind.

The darkest place sounds like a place with nothing,
no people,
no sound,
Nothing.
But there is always something going on.
Someone, something, a beast, a villain.
Talking to me.

Most don’t believe me that they’re real.
The ones that do believe don’t hear them.
Constantly in pain from the thoughts and never ending sounds.

The voices started off with just one,
then another one came, then more, and more.
Now everyday more come, more leave.
The ones that leave never come back.
The ones that come never stay.
They always leave.
Except the first one.

They say, not to name something you don’t want to get attached to but,
that’s what I did.
he’s loud, mean, annoying, but somehow I have come to like him.
Funny, helpful, reason and logic.
No one hears our conversations, only me and him.
The arguing and fighting with him brings me happiness.

The darkest place is not a real place, but our own minds.

The green fire dragon
Beautiful,
Majestic,
Vibrant.
Really a sight to see.
Eerie
Destructive
Corrupt.
The green fire dragon
Isn’t something to describe.
You must witness it for yourself.
The event of the green fire dragon
Will come one day.
Everyone will experience it’s beauty and destruction.

The ones that tells you it’s gunna be okay,
They don’t understand what you’re going through

The ones that say their okay,
They’re the ones dying the fastest.

The ones always saying they wish for death
They distract from the desperate.

The ones that stay quiet,
The ones that say nothing
The Poe’s that smile and laugh it off.
They are the ones that need the most help.

Together we shared our last smile.
Together we shared out las kids.
Together we shared our las laugh.
We shared a lot of firsts.
Together we shared our first romance.
Together we shared our first passion.
Together I shared my first heartbeat.
Together you changed me whole world

E.,
I wish you told me.
We could have made something work.
If you told me,
than maybe
you could have kept me.

E.,
It’s the fact that,
even when I asked you if you were cheating,
you looked me in the eyes and said no.

How could I have been so stupid that I didn’t notice.

I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you.

E.,
I will always miss you.

This is the time you’ll regret.
My fears and pains will be met.
Greated by blood.
So,
take it, break it, and rake it through the mud.
This only makes it worst for you.

Writing when sober is a thing of the past.
My family’s gone and friends going fast.
Brothers turned his back, filled with shame, when looking down.
Sister sits at home wearing her new born crown.
Spent months in the decrepit jailhouse.
Rehab is my only house.
Another druggie behind bars.
I have no retreats for my life in need of repair.
Six more months with good behavior.
This wont make my life any better.
Ive been in and out since I was a teenager.

You scratch he’d our names into a tree
surrounded them with a heart.
Now I’m set free
as I hang above set apart.

Come one come all.
Watch the angels gather.
The days drawl
Dread falls against my master.

The stroke of death
slashed my life’s blood.
He takes his last breath.
He falls with a thud.

My essence drips
swirling with agony.
Shadowed by the eclipse.
We forget our family.

I hang my head
While nothingness takes me.
It must not spread.
Only I wasnt set free.

Now my love
Lost like a haunted dove.

One sided love

Dark thoughts,
Loss of hope
Fills my mind.
My memories scream to be remembered.
History remembers the lost.

Tears flood
Clouding her vision.
Falling to her knees,
As her baby boy
Swings free
From the old oak tree.

Why did you have to go?
I know it wasn’t your fault.
You saw know at her way around it.
I wish we could have gotten you help.

Why did God take you from this world
and into the next?
I love you and he took you away.
This is where we part ways.
You above
I’ll be below.
We’ll watch over the ones we love.
Goodbye and have fun.

The hand of death grazed my back.
His cold hand numbed the pain.
His black cloak swept me in,
I was captivated.
I was hooked on his corrupting stare.
His blood read eyes,
peering straight passed my body and into my soul.
His masked face,
hid his crooked smile.
His kiss,
Withheld me from his true intentions.

My pale skin queen.
She sits next to me on my thrown.
I cherish everything about her.
Her eye’s on another.

Cracked in two
now ripped apart.
Even you
couldn’t fix this broken heart.

My passion is the silent uneasiness.
Remembering many discontent, and happy doubts.
Thoughts came worrying
worrying
worrying.

Death shall bring assurance.
I uncovered
the wispy whispering shadows
and they sprung onto the world.
The ignorant never suspecting.
I was mute.
I received the backlash.
The backlash of the world.

Walking in the woods is a nice way to spend time.
Looking down the path.
Looking back.

Past, the places you have been.
Present, the place you are now.
Future, what’s ahead of you.

You can see a fallen tree.
You can see over it, but barley.
You see another fallen tree.
You don’t see anything,
you can only guess on what’s coming next.

Later you will find That you are at the end of your walk.
You look back on all the creatures you have met.
The good and bad.
Your walk just ended,
Another has just begun.
You have no bath left,
They have the whole path a head of them.

Sometimes peoples walks end early,
Sometimes they think the path ahead looks to hard to walk on.
But no part was easy for the ones that actually walked all of it.

Other paths will cross.
Paths will split off.

Your only goal is to make the walk last as long it can.
Always find the path’s true ending.
Don’t make your own.

do you hear the whispers
Tangled
in the screams?
can you hear the truth
Mangled
by the lies?

Without him I’m lost.
Without her I’m dark.
Without them I’m nobody.

She broke me apart,
He built me back up.
Without them, I’m nobody.

She ended me.
He started me back up.
Without them I’m nobody.

With him I’m lost.
With her I was dark.
Without them I’m someone.

Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.

I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.

A world of peace,
sounds nice doesn’t it?
To Bad we’ll never have that.
Disagreements
Language barriers
Corruption
All this and more leaves to discord.
Sorry to say,
Hope for this is dead.
Sorry.

In a world full of stories,
History; the tormented and tormentor
Of dreams and reality.
Subjecting,
twisting, and
rotting The tales
The tales of the weak,
Powerful,
Poor and rich.

The whole story is waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting,
lost in history

The blood pools
Slit wrists
Sign
The writ of passage
Nailed to deaths door.