autumn |
Summer droplets sweating on autumn,perspiring brother builds his equinox,a fallen leaf is nothing morethan a summers goodbye,The glistening webs like spun gossamera breeze that makes you sighleaves co...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:24:00 GMT |
butterfly |
free your wings precious butterfly,youve been cocooned for far too longfeel the sunrays touch your soulhear nature sing your song.open your mind,dont be afraid,release your darkened space,your angels ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:01:00 GMT |
forgive me |
The heavenly wings of an angel,embrace,surround my heartbut as i look up for peace and lovethe barbed wire,chokes me,taresit apartTears of stickey thick rose bloodtrickle down my maskis happiness real...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 01:19:00 GMT |
what is love? |
Beautiful,horrible,magical,terribleReason to laugh and smileReason to cry yourself to sleep at night,start a fight.Makeup,break up,wrong or right,Heaven for all its worth,can equally beHell right here...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 08:37:00 GMT |
Lost? |
Do you know where your heart is?Do you think you can find it?Or did you trade it for somethingSomewhere better just to have it?Do you know where your love is?Do you think that you lost it?You felt so ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 01:51:00 GMT |
Face off. |
The silence is deafening, whisps of grey smoke crawl up my nose,as I inhale my last breath, black shadows denomic creatures, wrapped thier icicle fingers around my pulsating brain, rip out my lungs, t...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 08:28:00 GMT |
Why? |
Why is my heart constantly at a funeral? Blood seeping, life draining away, from every nail hammered in, each one deeper. Why cant my heart ever be at a wedding? Being happy, crying with joy instead o...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 17:15:00 GMT |
A short poem. |
EmotionsThey are like the sea,They ebb and sway,Pullingus in, consuming us,Filling our lungs, darknessCan't breath,Then washing us away, to a point of no return.We look back, raindrops seapingthrough ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 09:21:00 GMT |
A poem I wrote 20 years ago, nothing's changed. |
1980'SYoung girl, new in the cityGot no money, got no bed.Park bench sleeping, her mother is weepingLost her name and all she hadShe hopes she's dyingIt's just aswell.Young girl with high hopesSaid sh...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:52:00 GMT |
For all those who have suffered, stay strong, You will survive. |
Still The Children Cry.Goals of educationOur meaning of salvationThe protection of children While growing is so importantWhy is it that when they need itOh so badlly,it never works outThen its always ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 02:54:00 GMT |
