"kingdome" poems
Hold fast to good
Evil will itself fly away
Like darkness does when the sun rises
Hold it fast till your soul
Completes its journey within you
Or in the flames of your desire it will burn
Being good is holy and holy is heaven
Keep it in your heart to shine
Both in society and in His kingdome
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
*You see she falls, another angel lost
You watch as they hit her, another Kingdome gone
Why don't you help her when she calls out to you?
Broken with no sound
She feels like a sin.
A sin that never should have bean.
So put the gun to her head.
You watch on and now she is dead
She's drowned herself so many times
and at the bottom of a bottle she thinks that It will solve her problem's
And you watch on she pop's her pills
Yellow green and blue
She hop's that you knew
That she's drowning herself In her sin
because she Is the angel that never should have bean
she puts the gun up to her head
Feeling like a sin
Broken the tears In her eyes are long gone
Now she just wants to be seat free
She pulls the trigger and she's moved on
because she knew all you would do was look on*
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
I am angry i was angry
Will i be angry everytime
I frown the world turns
Up side down
I am special im not
In disguise this is the
Real me,what now cant you
Stop judging me!
The world turns up side down again
In this matter
I am forced to smile in
The darkness
I am a king i know
That i am honored by my
Loyal sevance they where
Named by the unknown
The first one named
1-heart he keeps me updated with how im feeling and is my trusted advisor
2-mind he is my night a brave worrior against life and confusion
3-eyes for they see incoming danger
And alerts my night
4-ears for they hear the tip-toes of my enemies traspesing and mostly know for listining to smooth rythms
5-mouth for they are the sounds of my kingdome
I have no reason to be scared of anything
I have believed that the world turns
Up side down because
I am a special king
I smile when im angry
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
some times when i lie in my bed i think of various books i have read.
I think of all those charascters so beautifly shaped, about the heroes and their bravery, how might and heroic they are,i remember my dad sitting and leading me trough enchanted worlds of fairytails,i imagined kingdome made of pure white marble and thir princesses in those heavy dresses,i imagined villans baithed in evil,standing in the darkness, and died cowardly.
I had the most wonderful world in my head, i was fearless, i was a knight of my own kingdome,i was a good guy,the one who brings justice the one that slashes evil dragons and saves the beautiful lady,the one the crowd likes.
And along the way everything got blurred,the princesses were drag queens,the kindome didn't exist ,and i dont know what went wrong,i don't know if i am a hero anymore,or a bad guy,i grew up thinking that justice beat evil,always...actually i have imagined the world differently...
but this definietly wasn't the ending i imagined.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC