Edgers Death Bed |
I lay here longing for death
The peace that rides on his back
My body broken with sickness
My mind tortured with grief
I lay alone in this room/cell
No comforting hand for to hold
Creatures crawling ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 10:14:00 GMT |
Oh my wayward star |
Oh my wayward star
From the heavens above through the night sky
I seen you fall to earth in a blaze of glory
Blinded by your beauty Consumed by desire
On my stead I stole you away fast and far
Knowin...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 19:13:00 GMT |
Things that are and are not but yet are. |
Things that are and are not but yet are.
The dust caught in the sun beamThe sound of a cat breathingThe smell of TranquilityThe warmth of a fragranceThe sight of your touchThe vibrance of deathThe ta...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 10:40:00 GMT |
My theory on the Pending Monkey invasion!!!!!! |
Ok so I will lay it out clear. Monkeys have banded together to overtake and inslave humanity. I know sounds like a movie but listen. First stage, make humans think they are dumb and playfull.with tere...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 09:41:00 GMT |
How many stabs does it take? |
Blood like a river flows from the woundes
Froth like a bath forms
Air escapes the perferations
No please not another
The cold of the steal blade
Slides deep inside
weak the pump thump.......thump
Bloo...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 21:51:00 GMT |
I morn for the loss that was never mine |
I sit in my empty house, walls mocking me.
I sit withan empty heart, love mocking me
I sit in a pool, self pitty is my water
I sit knowing the fool, the mirror does not lie
I sit discontent, sor...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 20:53:00 GMT |
Come with me my drugan brother |
And let embark on a journey of the ultra violence. I have been around and not around for a while. I have tried to focus on my school. Now my Drugan brothers school has come to an end for now. So...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 11:49:00 GMT |
A poem for all |
The Elfin Artist In a glade of an elfin forestWhen Sussex was Eden-new,I came on an elvish painterAnd watched as his picture grew,A harebell nodded beside him.He dipt his brush in the dew.And it mig...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:09:00 GMT |
Malay Song |
Malay Song By: Laurance HopeThe strars await, srene and white, The unarisen moon;Oh, come and stay waith me to-night, Beside the salt Lagoon!MY hut is small, but as you lie,&nb...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 15:41:00 GMT |
why |
Why do people breath why do people thinkwhy do people talk why do poeple existwhy do people hurtwhy do I hurt why do I existwhy do I brethewhy do I thinkwhy do I talk Maybe someday whenit all stops I ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
