ode to the artists |
this is my ode,
to all the arts and artists,
forever creating a hopeful bliss.
this is my ode,
to the ones who create,
for the ones who cannot see,
or hear the sounds of heaven and hell.
for all those...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
POEM 8 |
IAM,
F- FRUSTRATED
I- IGNORANT
N- NEGLAGENT
E- EMPATHETIC
WITH A MODERATE SENCE OF NORMALITY,
MY LIFE HAS CHANGED AND MY MENTALITY,
I AM NOT SANE BUT HALF WAY THERE,
THE PILLS I TAKE MAKE ...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 12:28:00 GMT |
POEM 7 |
I WANT TO SAY TO EVERYONE,
THANK YOU FOR THE PAIN YOU CAUSE.
IT HELPS ME TO DETERMINE COMFORT,
SOMETHING TO COMPARE,
A LOVED ONE.
I HAVE MADE THE CHOICE TO MARRY HER,
I GAVE A RING AND IT DIDNT HURT.
...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:30:00 GMT |
POEM 6 |
I BEGGED TO GOD TO TAKE MY LIFE,
I WAS REALLY SICK INSIDE.
I DIDN'T WANT THIS LIFE I CREATED,
BUT IT IS MINE,
I WAS THE ONE WHO MADE IT.
BUT I TOOK SOME PILLS TO KILL THE PAIN,
THEN THEY PUMPED ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:14:00 GMT |
POEM 5 |
she came back into life,
when i thought she was gone,
my most precious little hope,
and inspired thoughts of warmth.
i was sure i was dead,
to you and your minds,
i never expected a chance to rel...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 00:27:00 GMT |
POEM 4 |
whats the point of pushing on,
so alone,
so far from home.
naked and cold,
i laugh at the noise,
the voices telling me to end it all.
there isnt much left for me to hold,
all my friends are gone,
the ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
POEM 3 |
you want to watch and see this shit,
what i have become while i am sick,
you want to watch and see it drip,
running down my arm,
the blood is release.
the simple fact is its you or me,
either i hurt y...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 14:52:00 GMT |
POEM 2 |
as i sit and take this hit,
nothing matters but its effect.
everything fades out of mind,
no worries or problems for a brief time.
uplifted and high,
this crack is controling my life.
i know i need to...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 14:37:00 GMT |
POEM 1 |
through the solitude of minds,
and the hope to rise above and shine,
i wake to face another day,
only to realize that it decays.
and although my seed is spread,
my children know of my pending death,
p...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 13:59:00 GMT |
