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.
IN THE DARK (poem re-upload)
#5 of poetry not a sound can be heard except the rain from outside, i sit here wondering why it's so quiet, does everyone go to sleep or do we just go silent when it's dark, the dark is scary, it makes me feel non existent when i'm
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?
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?
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.
Transforming
#2 of poetry and scribblings the tendrils creep further, piercing my skin, entering my tissues, i can hiss, scream, claw at it, swear, once again, the nanite alloy, has spread further, once more the hollow feeling, has transformed me further,
Poem #59: Heal
#60 of poetry this is a symbolic poem about the healing process of therapy. i hope you enjoy.