Visious poems on Hello Poetry

Alyalyna Oct 2017

15:16 13.10.2017
I'm a snow white from non-disney land
I come from a place which they call a dead end
I'd gone to a city where I lied in the sand
And though It looked quite pretty I looked indifferent

I made up my mind that I'd never find
Someone who deserves to be called the right guy
But when I come of age I strongly decide
A man only lives his life to fight

And I'd fought opinions of my mom and my dad
And If I didn't have a courage I'd probably now be dead
Cause I refused to live without something they wouldn't let
Thank God the've got such a democratic mind-set

And I've got a ticket, I believed it was one way
Though my parents hoped i would soon be back again
And here the journey starts and here's the track
The snowland and another places I went
And at last another dead end...

I ran a visious circle for sure
I took a lot of medicine to cure
Cause I felt i couldn't do without youth
That I've longed for so much pure and true
And eventially it made me sick and mad
But about this it's too early to be said

Well, eventually we met
Though we had used to chat long hours on the net
And no minute of our relationship felt bad
And I kinda got rid of being sad

And you took the photos of me by your FAD
And we went to different places hand in hand
I bet you never saw me anxious or upset
And you didn't show an anger or regret

Once I let you kiss me on a cheek
At that moment i can tell i felt unique
Though my knees became a little weak
With you I no more felt like if i was a freak

But i kept on taking pills
I guess more than I took meals
Like was driving with no wheels
Still you kept giving me chills

And we started dating
I'd been so much waiting
And you took me to your native town
And you showed me all around

But all the now and again i would start to shake
i was too shy and too afraid
I guess it was my mistake
The more the pills the more i take
To make me numb and fake
For all those people who wanted to make acquaintace
To whom I couldn't even pronounce a sentence
And once again i felt as if i was a freak
Strong by your side, without you weak
Crying my eyes out, holding my pillow
And waiting from work for my hero

#love #relationship #life #travelling #chills #freak #depressants #shyness #sadness

Carsyn Smith Mar 2013

You can't ask who I am,
What is important,
What makes me me.
What makes a
Beach a
beach

What makes a beach a beach?
Makes it not a cliff;
Not an abyss?
It is the
Water;
Sand.

Without any water,
The Sand will not be.
It will stay rocks,
Become cliffs
Without
It.

If the Sand were not sand,
Water would usurp
The beach. It would
Be ocean
Without
It.

The Water is a passion
that could become visious.
The Sand is strict as earth
that has become stable.

What makes this beach unique?
Makes it so unreal;
A fantasy?
It is the
Water;
Sand.

You can't ask who I am,
What is important,
Because it's all
Part of me:
Good and
Bad.

Mario William Vitale Jun 2018

The Cemetery II

battered in a rat infested caged existence
blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood
enclosed in the memory of a torn ****** to let go of any inhabition
eyes with spots having holes dull in the mouth
a cemetery of vast enchanted means
the tombs of those would open
ghostly ghouls would a rise
shades of grey in blackened death stench gore
there was a little girl sitting on a tombstone
"Hey little girl how are you today ?"
mourners passed the crypt left unaided with body intact
the violation of the innocent left tired dangling in the wind
a blackened Timberwolf used to frequent those grounds
taking the heads off of corpses for a thrill ride
cold hearts piercing with screams of exotic frantic ensued
the cemetery was vast and expansed
blind bats fly overhead at night to frighten the visitors in their mourning
shades of blackened drapery permeate the exterior of the vault that held the crypt

tired grave yard workers took a *** in back of the vault every chance that they could get
my heart was pulsating almost fever pitched inside running a mile a minute
the cemetery was once again vast but empty
in the morning when I arose I heard the pitter patter of torn bats in their embankment tower
water flowing as if caged fools in peril were in the back
the sound of a coyote howls out in exotic fashion
out of every twist and turn here's what I learned
the cemetry can't do you wrong
a call for better days

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