~Reflection of Perception |
It was the day my reflection became clearer
The truth locked behind the skin of my mirror
The deadliest of mans weapon
Our perception, yet mine tainted by lies embedded like DNA
For once I had nothing...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 11:20:00 PST |
~Dark clouds, heavy pain |
When the clouds grow darker..
The heavier the pain
I shade my scars from the sun
So I cry in the rain
When will we see, our pain makes us the same
The world is filled with different struggles to ...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 02:04:00 PST |
~Poetry Freestyle! |
Poems raining down my brain
Leaving my spine Charging
So when you drink from the flow, you walk away starving
I think with God like thoughts
More like thoughts of God and Judgment
For my thoughts tha...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 12:54:00 PST |
~ I can't forget |
Forgiving can be so hard for one to do
Yet forgetting seems impossible
How can we ignore the memories that broke us down?
You ask me to remember the good times as if they weren't already lost in an oc...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 12:49:00 PST |
~Within me |
-Within me
My mind punctures my soul seeking the knowledge leaking from the places my mind can't see, there is a struggle inside me, behind me, by me and all around me.
So many clouds surround ...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 03:39:00 PST |
~Belief |
The people are whispering, Missiles are Whistling and the whole time we forgot that God was listening.
Searching for his troops to stand on a land divided by man for land
While the babies a...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 02:48:00 PST |
~Running Thoughts |
Words just run, and they run, and they run and when they come like a gun I unload them. I just point them back at the ones that point there tongues at my scars, my tears, my battles. Poetry is a battl...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 02:24:00 PST |
~In the moments of struggle |
Are my thoughts my own, or collected Fears and Tears I collected over the years. Is my heart my own? or divided by the hands that tore them apart, my heart beats in fractions, is my heart falling apar...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 02:40:00 PST |
~Scratching the surface of ur heart |
If I could scratch the surface of you heart..
I can see that your heart is torn; pieces are missing, so close to breaking
I can hear your spirit crying to be loved beyond the walls of your skin
So mu...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 01:16:00 PST |
~Soldier |
Be a soldier&an army of one they say
Thousands march the desert sands
Fighting every war but their own
A million miles from home
He sits and pictures his mother all alone
Be a soldier&an army of one t...
Posted by The Prince of Poems on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 12:15:00 PST |
