Storming |
Feverishly he writes
In a storm of emotions
He chronicles his plights
Clouded by the notion
Of another restless night
Shrouded in devotion
His certainty ignites
Whirlwinds of commotion
As his anger ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 04:13:00 GMT |
Feel |
Feel
I know it's not real
If these tears don't stain my cheeks
If the sting that I feel
Through my pen doesn't seep
Creeps,
Down my face there's a trail to be seen
Littered with lost love
Plagued w...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 04:10:00 GMT |
Why dont you take a peek? |
I can see it so vividly,
What's been there from the start
My eyes have thus far divisively
Been torn from the strings of my heart
You see hate is emotional contraception
An excuse to believe...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 20:09:00 GMT |
What a comeback |
I can feel it
Can you tell that I'm scared?
How well do I hide it?
Do my eyes tell you where?
Should I let it devour-
My soul on a silver platter
Let discretion dissolve
In the depths of intoxication...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 21:19:00 GMT |
Had to get that off my chest |
And here is not a place for me
Please Lord find an escape for me
Retrieve my soul
I haven't followed my fate faithfully
Now I've destroyed my destiny
Just take a look at my past
The future's come too...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:48:00 GMT |
The In Between |
After the pain
Before the clouds melt away
After the tears
Before the sun tastes my flesh
After the fear
Before my renaissance
After the shadows
Before the wish is fulfilled
After the deaths
Aft...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
Its Been A While |
I can't within my heart
Find strength to tie the knot
That dangles ever loosely
Between my mind and thoughts
The two can't come to terms
Their differences unfold
Reality provides disaster ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:09:00 GMT |
Martyr |
I'm off to crucify my art
Put my pen thru the fallen angels fire
Let the ink sting the eyes of my heart
And silence my now quiet choir
The eye of my dagger I can see it
I feel its hate for m...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 08:48:00 GMT |
My Pen |
My pen often transcends the boundaries of time
With every stroke of the paper
My ink suspended in Rhyme
Unveils the love within hatred
Tells tales of justice and crime
Amending what was once ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 20:47:00 GMT |
Kramo-Bone Amma Yeannhu Kramo Pa |
The people I see, they're not like me
They all go along with the game
So I hide my emotions, cry quietly
And my pride doesn't know who to blame
I'm so sure the widespread insanity
Is convinced...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 17:30:00 GMT |
