In the desperate times I hear it call my name No, not again please spare me The horrible, haunting horrors Like a leech, draining me leaving me with despair Who is he or she that calls my name I dare not say, for it haunts me Lurking in the depths of mind, oh how awful I could live my life forever in glee, but when the light fades I’d rather die Oh God please have mercy, I beg and plead It begins to attach to me To my mind sinking to my heart spreading to my limbs Im hopeless, how can i get rid of this burden Antagonizing, the pain is physical you can see it in my eyes Listen carefully making no mistake and you can hear it in my voice The darkness leers leaving me with tears of sadness I wouldn't dare wish for it on any innocent soul For let it devour me after all I must deserve it For it is a monster that I have created and it only seeks for me
I long to write Beautiful things Like Shakespeare And elegant ballgowns Something with more meaning Then simply feeling down
I long to write Of romeo and Juliet Symbolic and deeper then most see Oh thou arent very good with writing
I long to write Like egar allen poe Or any inspiration i claim to love But instead i write of the dead things That roam through my mind stirring
Pound pound pounding My mind is constantly aching She's but a young child Cry cry crying For attention she seeks but it keeps dying
Plays and music will not be wrote Of the things i write For they are not artistic They are but a jumbled mess Never knowing where to place Each Line or Stanza
Now I'm rambling On and on and on She goes sad and chaotic Whispering obscenities And screaming repetitive words and pleas
I adore the poems and songs That at face value seem Like they are about love for another When truly they ring about darkness
Oh sweet child Your love keeps thy so warm But it's breaking into a storm I watch you try to sleep Why do you weep? Dost thou not realize thy beauty? Stab thy heart into shreds For i cannot breath without the But i cannot smile when thy fills my blood with led
Sweet little girl You have made no sense Get on your knees and repent For you will never be
My head was filled with so very mamy words this morning i had to get them all out
I’ve loved your *** since the 11th grade. There were a few years when we went our separate ways, in due time we both knew we should of stayed.. Our lives were in ******* shambles.. Each passing day I would gamble, I’d hope, I’d pray.. Maybe I’ll see him this time, *** would I even say?? Hey love, I’ve missed you... Still remember the day when I first kissed you. I remember 9/11 was a day of much conflict and disarray But in Reseda, California, we put the egos, pride and ******* at bay.. Shared our dreams, we talked about life, what it’s like without each other and what it all means.. there’s a fine line between love and hate. there’s no madness without love. I don’t really believe in fate. When it comes to matters of the heart there ain’t much you can say It’s ok, I wouldn’t have it any other way.. cause you’re my man crush everyday
Happy Monday I write about how much he ****** me off all the time.. But there’s a reason why I put up with it I love him.....
Revolted fading decay Did pursuade, Like blood on the shore, To write with the blackness of my heart And with hope nevermore
The black ink blooms on paperback, With the heart that spurts its veins Accross the page Growing into its darkness and pains
The white fading, drimpel, dubbed unpailing With the words posing as potent but poison Possesed in perfect form of pretence...
The Words so falsly true... The words bleeding out, "I love you"
Tribute to Edgar Poe. The poem tells the story about a writer who utterly despises love, but when he himself gets tangled in it, he gives in and writes a letter expressing his feelings towards his love interest...