| My Poems |
| Eyes hurt grasping for life, your thick smoke chokes and suffocates So crawl on the floor search for the fire escape. Its all jammed with debris of broke trusts, empty promises, lying dreams. Searing flames spewing out from the depths. Soul burning alive a spontaneous combustion, A silent implosion Numbness pain alternating emotiongs setting my clock tick tock tick tock Heart about to explode no escaping now trapped in a blazing inferno within a spontaneous combustion a nuclear explosion! |
| RAGE |
| In my music its very cold like a winters night its a lonely sad place filled with hate ad pain . Its rainy and grey with the strong aroma of death. Its a familar tune that goes with the full moon of a dark lonesome night filled with murder and fear. This is what you call my music.... What most fear. |
| MY MUSIC |
| Come mothers and fathers throughout the landand dont critize what you cannot understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. You're old road rapidly aging, please get out of the new one if you cannot lend your hand. For the times are a changin' |
| Changin times |
| Beneath a cold eclipse of my darkness staging beauty captive here peel from thee all memories darken your eyse and make you love me in the dust and shadows of forgotten dreams Ill let you believe u mean more to me then the stars in the skies and all the withered leaves. Ill be the god in your cold lightblinding your heart with lies, devil in the doorway pouring teardrops from your skies a hero decayed jewel to your eyes dripping sadness like an addiction a tangle of teardrops in your cold winter garder the blood kiss of roses the thorns in your eyes. |
| Tears |
| He is the dark messanger, delivering the dead to their final resting place. Behole the pale horse the man that sits on his back is death, and all the demons of hell follow him. He is the dark prince ruling over the afterlike he is the angel. The angel of death. |
| DARK PRINCE |
| They don their armor and put on their helms. Grasp their weapon and give out the cry. they charge bombs fly across the vattle field and is recieved in the enimies territory, and the cheer of victory throw rocks at jocks so they may know you dont care that they run the show. they maybe cool they may get laid bu in the end who has it made? They run across the wooden floor their tanktops and sneakers aint for the poor we have no money but they do. Our pride is in our selves not our shoes, They have muscles and chrisma we have intellect and the ability to cope Throw rocks at jocks so they may know you dont care that they run the show. They may be cool and they may get laid but in the end who has it made? They win we lose but from whoes head will the blood ooze? They heads up yuppy skirts pure reputations smudged like dirt now tell me one thing WHY SHOULD I BOW DOWN TO YOU!??? |
| THROW ROCKS AT JOCKS |
| Emerald eyes stare out from an ivory face how can it be that death has such beauty, a demon with an angels face swift an mercifules. The angel of death a dark angel hair black as the sky always is. Night falls again as u wake all colors have meaning but the sky wil never be blue aain the sun calls to you to join her for one last dance but dont listen the moon is your lover now and emerald eyes would weep even if you didnt know or care the night is calling to the beautiful one, The Dark Angel, Night will fall again. |
| Angel of Night |
| All the pain and all the hurt All are gifts for me. You ripped my heart out Still beating you stompedit in the ground. One converstation Your true colors showing All ways to blind to see All this time you olny lied to me! What did I do that was so bad? You said you loved me more than anythin in this world But i guess you really are just like every one else You love didnt come cheap You wouldnt give it to me untill you felt my heart bleed |
| What did i do |
| You really mean so much and i cannot believe you're dead You didnt really deserve to die, you had a full life ahead. Now that i sit here. sit here and i sigh and think what i could have done and then i start to cry. Sometimes i dont even get out of bead im so very depressed aout you being dead. I cry all the time I look at pictures of you while all the rain comes pouring down and here your voice too. I am never happy and i will never be untill we are together again in full eternal glee. I wish you would have stayed and made me laugh so more but i guess that will never happen ince you are not here any more. |
| I cant belive your gone |
| These are just a few of my poems...dont really feel like putting any more on here tonight... Will add more later....hope you liked...dont for get the guest book tell me what you think! |
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| Some times decisions seem so tough, sometimes the best just inst enough the sky gets cold and gray, sometimes heart ache in the worst was, sometimes love grows numb, sometimes dreams will never come, But sometimes smiles burst with sunshine. Sometimes wishes seem so right, sometimes the hope that has always been there removes the thoughts of dark dispair and sometimes life needs no change its perfectly perfect and perfectly strange. |
| SOMETIMES |
| Im screaming, im Dying im laughing im crying no one adheres to my pain must they think me to be vain? The ache of wut was taken not given I feel empty as if im no longer livin the longing to see the beauty of a satin ribbon wrappings its self around my limb twisting and turning in a crimson reminder of life, I sigh and am at peave again you say you know how i feel before i even get started now that i have indulged myself in you the person who took away my innocence tell me once again, DO YOU FEEL MY PAIN?! |
| MY PAIN |