If you want to be a shadow |
If you want to be a shadow:I returned to the earth as a human, now the lions don't talk to the sheep, took my journey to a hill where sits a cross, underneath i am buried deep.A brave warrior, sword l...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 06:15:00 GMT |
a sleeping insomniac |
A Sleeping Insominiac:This is my heart, it drips love, beats passion and colours art.One lady, two faces, eyes of diamonds, hidden places.Wind strokes hair, soft oak, envious contentness, fire, ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 05:10:00 GMT |
Inevitable Future Situation |
Inevitable Future Situation:My eyes emerge from a swamp, i have cold blood,i am accurate, you fall with a murderous thud!I attack at will,you cannot match my skill.A great warrior, a legend is born,ki...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 19:32:00 GMT |
pain is a beautiful song |
Pain is a beautiful song:Continuous frustration,a bird with no elevation.Angel with broken wings,a ghost in the celler sings.An unheard presence, silence,a spirit tortured by violence.Sour fruits, a h...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 16:23:00 GMT |
Organized confusion |
Organized confusion:A crystal with powers,darkness brings moonlight showers,i am tricked by poisonous flowers,dragon fire burns the kings towers.Four-hundred year old coffin, fragile,death brings a vu...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:11:00 GMT |
consequences of revenge |
Consequences of revenge:My eagle shot down, having fits,i bury him under the old tree where the crow sits.I hunted down the killer and chopped off his head,concealed in a black box it lay hidden under...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 18:00:00 GMT |
poem of a boy |
Poem of a boy:The sun had gone in completely out of sight,here i was standing alone in the night.The trees seemed to whisper so i could'nt hear what was said,but became silent everytime i went to turn...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 15:34:00 GMT |
short poem - killing my own |
Killing my own:Twelve angry men like angels with dirty faces,armed to the truth you couldnt move many paces.Go away and stay there man with twisted beard,he fell through a hole in the ice and dissapea...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 22:07:00 GMT |
poetic story - the troll and the witch |
The troll and the witch:The old witch in the cave is trying to cook,but the goblins of the night have stolen her book.Some say they are fools because the witch is strong,she would practice black magic...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 20:35:00 GMT |
