The Demon Inside Me
Bitter are the unrelenting toils of life this ache inside is like an unending strife this darkness inside me is growing too deep it sometimes awakens me from my sleep the anger i feel, i too often can't control just sends me further, down this never-ending
Xenophile
Neither nippon-born, nor do i share the wild scorn for passions erected of ancient days portrayed upon a sun-bleached skein, inked in ebony, sold to the masses, left in dust upon my desk while i contemplate a better life, while nippon gripes in its own strife
Contemplate Hope
. ``_ _find ways to cope and cling to life,_ _as all are given into strife._ _you're not alone, now please return,_ _to thoughts of hope and not an urn._
...Feel like it's getting Colder. (Original Song)
> humbly, obs3rv3r\_owl right now, i'm staring forward all around, my life's disordered what i've found, the strife and the horror that i can't keep from affecting me i'm told, this is existence they say, constant persistence is what, you
No More
No more crushed beneath the hells of life cold dark pains become your strife, a gentle breeze tears your skin voices scream from deep within. stabbing you with utmost force your girlfriend cries "loved no more."
Poem #16: Life
Love in sight determination we fight emotions we know grief the blight can it be bought instances in thought lost we crow chances been shot experience will pave compassion we crave knowledge in tow reasons to save toils and strife
Perspective
It causes me no strife. so who's the one who's really trapped? can you not see? it's not i who's within the cage. i'm the one who's free.
It needs work.
And i wil always come through no matter how much strife. i am me. and that is how it will always be.
Wolf Call, Wolf Cry, Wolf Shout
Silver moon so bright there was a hope, a soul, a light one so pure as life could be bright and full of so much glee life would taint and marr its light hurting, burning, filling with blight only hope held on to life knowing of more than strife
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
Through your pain and strife. loneliness is an aliment of your past. love is the blanket that now warms you. trust in me to provide, everything your emotions crave and demand. never, will i fail you.
Lost My Empathy
Always wanting life, in this world of strife, what is it i'm missing? does this make me cruel? i don't want to be a tool, only there to be used, by the hands of god and man.
The End Is Queer
Swing on the darkest days while our minds create their darkest plays the wheel of time keeps turning while our souls are slowly burning of my problems i do think as i watch our world cross over the brink i give up on life for i am tired of all the strife