The Sand Castle
I remember my mother, whom for better or worse, i take after, her manic days of running away from her depression mirrored by my own. i lay in my nest, my trophies around me, meaningless symbols for anyone save myself.
The First Dream and Memories Of Love
I made This story in the series for a few reason but it to show sorry and i love cerent people hope all you people enjoy the story I kept falling thought the darkness all the pain of seeing that image in the mirror just kept me from moving I loosed...
My Lonesome
My lonesome today, i'm feeling quite alone i'm feeling quite depressed because this monster it has grown and i cannot put it to rest but, these hurtful feeling will not leave they hurt my mortal soul and that gives me this numbing grief
Punishment
I hate how most everything i write comes out really depressing. this is based on a dream i keep having, so...
The Price of Life
The price for living in this world is pain and sorrow. Etched into your very being by those around you. They may say that they care for you, but it is all lies. Speaking to you in caring voices, and yet full of hate. They may say lean on me if you...
My Pen, And My Choice
All he could do was pour his heart out onto the page. So few truely understood the depth of his pain, his longing. So he wrote it down in the notebook with the black cover. It was his chronicle. He lived with pain his whole life. Raised under the thumb...
Stripes
Chapter 1: In the Beginning "Mom? Mom?" I shout looking for my mom. I run into her room seeing room on fire. I run through the door and I see her bed on fire and the crib next to the bed is on fire, I look in shock and I run outside and the whole...
Going Away Parties are the Best
I received an invitation, To a delightful celebration. One where I'd meet, One where I'd greet, New friends and old. I rushed to the address, Looking a mess, Running through the doors, But all the room bore, Was a figure in all black, No...
The Lake
The dry grass rustled softly under my paws as I stepped from my car. The bitter night air burned my lungs as I took several deep breaths, the old forest smelt of earth and musk, colored with the cloying stench of decay. It took me several moments to...
Forget about me.
Forget about me, Forget about the fun times, Forget the bad times, Forget what we had, Forget about what once was, Forget what we shared, Forget what I said, Forget that I was waiting, Forget about me.
If Only You Knew The Rain
Intellectual a poet,like i a pianist without a family a lover without a man of few words an expressionless soul a brilliant mind yet melancholy and tortured a quiet note an echo distant recluse abstracted content in his depressive
My Cell
I wrote this poem back in 2009-2010 when i was really sad and depressed. feeling better now but i think that this is one of my best works.