I will wait for you.
poetry doesn't need to be beautiful to get your emotion across. time and time i wait. for a word or gaze from you, days and nights passing. with out word from you. just a caring sound from you, simple heartfelt phrase, to hear i love you.
Valentines day gift
My first time trying this version of my haiku poetry. let's see what all you critics think. :p learning what it means, only to have all the doors closed, vainly i waited. everyday i fought, over and over again, finally at end.
Aokigahara in the Winter
#20 of poetry c.2019 a poem about losing someone to themselves. aokigahara in the winter * * * can i maybe talk you through, a brand new point of view - where you aren't as mean, as you have always been?
angels of death
Death, some welcome it. again dark poetry angels of death i call for you. i call for your mighty blow. i call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it.
The Siren's Hymn: The Pile
#6 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/the-write-setting/ and now she sings the siren's hymn, such fatal chords emit from within. almost 7 years he dwelt with her, sharing her fears and her dreams.
Beast
#3 of poetry a short riddle-poem i wrote. the answer is in the tags. try not to peek though. through the woods, it lingers, covered in thick fur. provoking it, don't let it recur, or you'll be missing a few fingers.
The Little Things
#22 of poetry, both old and new it's always the little things, that either make us feel joy, anger, fear or pain. it's always the little things that make us want to find them again. it's always the little things that set you off.
Those Days...
#6 of poetry and poems had one of those "i know exactly why" moments you know those moments... the ones where you know exactly who, what, when, where, why, and how a situation is brought on?
Sometimes (sad poem)
#4 of poetry sometimes i feel nothing, it's as if all feelings and emotions just go away, sometimes i dream of a world where there are no feelings, because in that world no one can get hurt, sometimes i imagine myself running away
The Hunt
#1 of poetry the fierce adrenaline gush, the clamoring of teeth.
For All To Have, For All To Lose
#2 of poetry another little poem about life all shall have it, and all shall lose it praised yet cursed, on every set of lips it's hands will hold, it's hands will whip it can mend, it can rip it shall make, and it shall take upon you strides it will
The Prisoner
#8 of poetry personal thing regarding my displeasure of my subconscious. i have been your captive, your slave... forced to perceive, forced to feel what you want me to. enough.