Poem of love |
Warriors Love
She is the good to my evil,
the bad to my good.
In a life there is only one,
the way of the warrior,
kill today and die tomorrow.
No time for a woman,
no time for love.
The way of the sw... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 09:34:00 PST |
Those Who Dance On Hot Coals |
Those Who Dance On Hot Coals
You!!!!
Yeah you.
you are working on my last nerves,
you are fucking with the wrong people,
are you sure you can handle the shear terror brought on,
from a lifetime of tor... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 12:36:00 PST |
Before The Good Is Forgotten |
Before The Good Is Forgotten
Before the good is forgotten,
there are some things it would like to say.
be kind to your elder...
be forgivi.....
love thy self....
though shalt not kil........
damnit...... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 12:11:00 PST |
dedication to a tortured soul (The Bloody Shirt) |
The shirt is kept in a trunk.
Hidden from mortal eyes.
Condenced into a world of darkness is my white shirt,
for no one,
no thing,
has seen as much as it has.
Blood stains,
bloody knives,
horrors of d... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:16:00 PST |
The Darkness, The Beckoning |
Fly away young one.
Find a different life to live.
Find a new soul to torcher.
Find a new hell to dwell in.
Find a battle to fight.
Ponder thy world,
and get out of my life.
For you are weak,
you are ... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:13:00 PST |
about poems |
gonna be a lot less for a while due to me working on shit at school and being out a lot more lol, sorry but either way I need more time to ponder. Oh yeah and apparently I am moving now, not far.... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 01:08:00 PST |
The Jewel of My Eye |
The Jewel of My Eye
She twinkles in darkness,
bringing me light.
Twirling,
round,
and round,
she is quite a sight.
Her body is flawless,
and her mind is perfect.
her form is pure elegance,
and her tou... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 12:48:00 PST |
another old one (they were together)but I remember when I wrote this one...unlike the other one |
Hangman
To the gallows he goes.
He is escorted by two black figures.
Each with hoods over their heads,
and scythes in each hand.
Today is the day he dies.
No one knows why,
but still they watch.
From ... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 09:12:00 PST |
Old poem from last year that I found whilst cleaning, as far as i know its not on here |
The thoughts of men,
the thoughts of beasts.
One in the same.
They are fearful,
they are scared.
They seem to fear death,
and run from the dangerous.
Maybe they have good reason,
but...
how can anythi... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 09:04:00 PST |
Burn Down The Castl, Release The Horrors |
Burn Down The Castle, Release The Horrors
The Figure disappears.
Away from his castle he goes,
away from the horrors.
His castle still lives,
it refuses to leave him alone.
Drawn to him it is,
for it ... Posted by ~N(D)ick~ AKA The Crazy Train on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 01:02:00 PST |