How It Goes - End
The faint rattle of keys makes his ears twitch. The door unlocks like it always does - swiftly, loudly, harshly. The door swings open with a small creak. He is greeted to the familiar scent of his home. His den. He enters the hallway, closes the door,...
I Feel As If It's Too Late For Me
._ _and i felt as if life had ended._ _until i met him._ _he lit up my life when i was at the edge,_ _at the hands of death i was pulled._ _i felt he made my hollow heart whole._ _but..._ _i found out he just felt bad for
Leaving Noise
It's in this pain of life. this feeling of numbness. from the noise, i run swiftly. from you, from love, from life, all things sweet. i'm running. running from me, and my cluelessness. i want peace.
Stripes
I look to the woods to the south and i run for my life to it. three soldiers are chasing after me and i run faster but i can't stop thinking what my father would do to me, beat me, be drunk, and rape my sister.
?every year, every month, ever week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second
every year goes by and something's don't seem to change, every month a new event happens but its goal is always the same every week passes and people say things they regret every day passes and still we all try to forget every hour passes with a...
A Light in the Dark
#3 of poetry a short peom about that life is indeed hard but there will be lights in the dark no matter how small life is hard and cruel an unbreakable rule your end will come stopping your drum no matter the menace and harm the death you must disarm
Infected
A leech in my mind that does not take away, but instead creates a nuisance. Heartless am I without love and one to hold dearly; there is no substitute for the happiness that love itself gives. The sensations and feelings of ecstacy are irreplaceable...
Through the City
I look upon the city lights dreaming of a long trip. Am I the one driving? Not necessarily. I dream of a leader; filled with a sense of responsibility, honesty, and devotion. They want to show me everything as I want to show them. Do I...
A cedar wood box...
Look at the little marionette Dancing on those silver strings See the joy it's dance brings? With grace it moves across center stage It really was quite all the rage And the wizard behind the curtain, The grand puppeteer! It is for him the...
Poem #79: Upon a Star
_Upon a Star_ Sometimes I look into the sky And wish the stars were always there To see me and reassure me Because I do Find reassurance in the stars. They twinkle and burn bright A million little lights Watching over me. Yet the sky is...
Poem #78: Toast
_Toast_ The edges are strong but weak Crumbling into tiny pieces That scatter across the plate. Red hot metal burns Its marks and its heat into The soft bread Making it harder And crumbier The soft butter Melts into each pore of wheat...
Poem #74: Wading
_Wading_ Going through a breakup Is like wading through a sea Of french fries Before it begins, You think it will be delightful Almost like a dream come true. It is unpleasant while you are wading And even though you like the taste Of french...