"celler" poems
I am your Mighty dragon from within
boundlessly
hopingly
knowingly
I sour above this
maddening crowd
Trying to protect my lady
Guyums soldiers come
he wants to steel her beauty for his own
her soul is made from gems so pure
Diamond pools surround her palace
Great dragon of spirits protects and
surveys all she has created
Woodships wait to sail
fairy maidens their wings do polish
Hobbits and men come forth
ready for the battle to come
avatar
man of my own breathe
Be beside me
love will quench the fire and
storm that rages on the other side
The salt celler is full
go sprinkle around your havens
protect we must from the dark priest
White stallons take thye knights and
warn the great lord of our arrival
I need the help of the bright side
The walls will come come down
before the night turns to dawn
But
beware false prophersy
for it is sure to blind thee
and trust no one until you return to the fold
Be gone now from me great warriers
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC
fenix feather dipped in blood
signed on the dotted line
see it better quick in love
lied on those songs you write
it must take a lot of effort
too make that texture look fake behind those measures find a treasure you little spine collecter
I'm a guesser not a fortune teller scorpion seller orphan on welfare
torchered in the celler sources developers and I'm always letting her take the best of me story teller my faverite ingredients for the recipy mental telepathy extazy a mess of things letting me keep the key away from reach babygurl your never ganna be set free ****** me gently hurtig me tenderly a blurred memory that make the eckos scream no remedy dead asleep too stressed too keep a smile on go on ahead of me
if I dont respond u know I'm dead too be dont check too see and step beneath the deepst regions I used too believe in freedom like some believe in demons angel holding me while I bleed with weakness agree too see this before its finally gone always sleepless
forced on writing these songs while righting the wrongs
that help me respond and bestrong trying too keep on the right path
like a pesant forced too bites scraps
or the essence that makes you fight back on the right track
if u stay with me gurl ill make the night last
I'm giving you the world before you even had a chance too ask
I just hope u can understand the facts
I dont have let go if your holding my hand
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
I'd like to say that I'am a warm fuzzy person
I'd like to say that this torture of waking up does'nt make me sick
I'd like to say that the sun makes me smile.
These would be lies
the dark amuses me
I enjoy dissapointing people
I get a kick out of manipulating
and controlling your thoughts and actions
I compromise your God
the sloth slow moving and never quick enough to fill my desires.
If the day would come where we meet face to face
I'd ask him to send me to purgatory where I belong
because I know I dont deserve him.
I pray in anger
I pray to him to fullfill my wants
I pray to him to make me wealthy
This is not proper prayer
This is not the way to talk to God they say.
The life that was ment for me
was of his making was it not
So why does he make me suffer with this talent of making people sick
to making people fear
to me always being in need of the next high
to me destroying, rebuilding, and destroying again?
Why does he send me in this tail spin
only to crash and burn
to have the demons of hell rip my limbs each evening?
Because of the secrets I hide from God and Others eyes
I toss and turn hoping my prayers will be answered
so I can be the person I was before
so I can be warm and fuzzy again
but the secrets I hide are not seen by your or Gods eyes
so How do I release these secrets without opening the eyes
of the world to my celler door?
Where the secrets have been waiting to see a light and to be freed to the upstairs living quarters to be with the rest of the family.
To be seen by your and Gods Eyes
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 9:04 AM UTC
The celler door lead into the attic. If that makes sense.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
og det var sådan en morgen
hvor solen strakte sig i hver en
strengformet sene
jeg kunne mærke sygdommen
havde forladt min krop
jeg lod aldrig tanker omkring
dit spindelvævssind gro fast
i længere tid, vidste det ville
sætte sig som ar på sjælen
den slags man påstår ikke kan
smitte ved berøring
den slags påstande jeg påstår
de forkerte mennesker har påstået
du gjorde mig mere syg end rask
rev celler i stykker og efterlod
bidemærker langs min rygsøjle
jeg græd oftere end jeg grinte
sommetider med tårer i øjnene
andre gange med metalsakse
i håret og øjne af granit
jeg glemte helt hvordan det var
at være alene
da du havde forladt min krop
jeg glemte helt jeg var sindssyg
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
hvilken stilstandsform har du? jeg er
opløst i vand
alle mine celler omringer mig
med mine dyrebare bloddråber
susende runt i invendige rør-systemer
arvæv beskytter sjælen
øjet, et objektiv, kiggende
glemmer sit blinde punkt
mine blinde vinkler
et stillads af knogler
opbygget af ældgammelt
stjernestøv
vrimlende med knoglemarvs-håndværkere,
biologisk renovation
centralnervesystemet
dybdeborende, som kolde
fingre langs rygraden
hofteskålens svajende og
beskyttende hånd om mine
indre organer
inderste organer
reproduktive organer
hormonelle tidevandsbølger
menstruationscyklusens dans
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
vi snakkede i kulden
til mine tanker frøs
jeg åbnede vinduet og bildte mig selv ind
at en sol ophedede mine knogler
nu er jeg kun mineraler
fodrer ensomme celler
du hang i mine øjnes inderlåg
så jeg blev træt
men aldrig af dig
huskede dig på at min krop ikke er dit hjem
men at du er en gæst
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC