Poem for a Lover |
O callused hand that once held mine,Our time has come now to an end,The pages which our story once filledNow closed within the covers of our book.No more shall we give in to our emotions,Nor shall we ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Oct 2009 08:00:00 GMT |
Poem For An Ex |
There are some things I'd like to say, but I'm not sure I can.The way you chose to act towards me just proves you're not a man.You told me that you loved me, then, just like a heartless boy,You went a...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 19:49:00 GMT |
Depression |
I am darkness, I am fear, I am everything that scares you.No more love, no more hope, there is nothing left that you knewBut the hate, the despair, those deadly feelings left inside.You may think you ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 19:45:00 GMT |
Serenity |
I had only seen it in the summer months,Its sun-warmed shores and cool watersA haven for the neighborhood kids.I thought it was beautiful then,But I had never seen it like this.I am awe-struck.Down th...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 18:08:00 GMT |
Silence |
I have my back against the wall,My knees pulled up close to my chest.I ask, "Are we okay?"Silence.I shake my head, biting my lip,Trying to keep the tears from falling.I ask, "Are you happy with me?"Si...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 18:06:00 GMT |
The Color of Sunday |
Some people say that anger is red,Crimson shades of blinding fury.I would have to disagree.Black is the color of anger, of rage.It is the color of hatred,Creeping into the edges of my visionAs I leave...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 18:02:00 GMT |
Remembrance |
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Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:20:00 GMT |
The Light |
A neon-green glow emanates from the wall.It is not as solid as it appears.Who is to know what may spring forth from the other side of this portal?It is sheer science fiction in appearance,The worm-tun...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:17:00 GMT |
Creativity |
My mind has no set track.It jumps from one subject to another, Like a bird jumping from branch to branch Before it flutters thoughtlessly over and over to the same idea,Like a blind bird hitting the i...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:09:00 GMT |
Delicious |
I see the blade, metal shining in the fluorescent light, Slide easily though its target, coming out sticky with red.Its silent victim splits easily in two, red oozing from the cut sight.My mouth wate...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:05:00 GMT |
