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Robert Guerrero Jun 2012
They call it evil
when i speak of morbid things
when i think sinister thoughts
when i feel lower than dirt

They call it evil
when i write my poems
when i become inraged
when i feel death lurking

I call it being myself
I dont care if you hate me
you can die choking on your blood
get hit by a bus

they call it evil
when i speak of demons
when i draw dark things
when i let my emotions be known

they call it evil
when the sun dont rise
when the moon is dark
when the world falls into peril

i call it being *******
you turn your backs on me
i dont care for humanity
they can die burning to ash

they call it evil
when i speak the truth
when thier lies are known
when i do something right

they call it evil
when i dont care
when i feel like my life is over
when i release my rage

you know what
you all can go get bent
i control my destiney
my life is my own

no leash or collar
no chains or cages
im free like the eastern winds
so good bye and farwell

they call it evil
when i tell you
forget me if you doubt me
someday i can say
i told you
I'm outraged
And (e)inraged
And somewhere
In between raged
Maybe
I'm just outrageous....
by Jemia
QUEENQTHUG LOVER Jul 2020
He held me close,
firmly in his arms.
                   His eyes were locked
in mine.
The glow in his eyes made
my heart beat faster.
The feel of his touch blew
my mind.

Soon our lips touched
and I felt
Heavens and the butterflies
In my stomach.
My knees got weak, my feet left
the ground and my
mind ran around.

My head was in the clouds.

The sweetness of his lips tasted
like hot chocolate on a
rainy day.

Danger arose in paradise
as his tightened his grip
and chills ran up my spine

I felt myself lose control
and knew it was time to
let go.
Without knowing
the weakness in me
took over and I lost
all control to him.

The passion I felt inraged
flames.
The fire burning inside melted
my soul and in that moment
my heart grew wings.

Just as it was about to
fly
he let go.

He left my heart in
flames
which disabled me
from opening my eyes.
I was still weakened by
the lips that brought my dreams
to life.

— The End —