| More Poetry |
| Here's some more of my poetry. If you would like to use any of my poetry or have any comments, please email me at [email protected]. Good luck and enjoy! |
| Death Swirling... In a vortex everything is sucked inside. It's crazy... Lost forever this time. It's gone... There's nothing you can do. One day... The vortex will claim you. |
| Agony Glint of steel against the sky The end is near - it's time to die You never thought to say goodbye To the people that you love Your mother - how will she react When a telegram comes with the fact That you are dead, not coming back Will she scream in agony? |
| Saddened Larks The birds chirp songs of misery If only you listen carefully, They sing of how hard life can be, They fly and see it all. The dead and wounded at the war, The sobbing girl, lay beaten on the floor, They'll tell you all of this and more, If only you try to understand. If the sun is shining here , It must be raining over there. If new life's been created here, A life's destroyed but you don't care. For you can't hear those saddened larks, The tales they sing as you pass them by. Around the world, Pain leaves its mark, Mothers and children do naught but cry. If you would listen to their song, The despairing tale of misery, You could try to reach out a hand, Who knows how changed a life would be? If the sun is shining here, It must be raining over there. If new life's been created here, A life's destroyed, but you don't care. One day the Pain will come for you, And you'll be reaching out a hand. The birds will sing a song or two, But none will try to understand. So you'll lie hopeless with your fear, And wonder to yourself "Why me?", If only you had tried to hear, The songbirds bittersweet melody. If the sun is shining here, It must be raining over there. When new life is created here, Remember - Death is dawdling near. |
| Be Free Just because you say it doesn't make it so Just because you think you do, Doesn't mean you know The world in on an axis, but that axis isnt you Get off your f*ing high horse When its over - what'll you do? Time to deal with your insecurites, no masqerades allowed Time to show ppl the real you Reveal yourself to the crowd |
| The Sun Outside my window it's raining The Darkness has conquered everything And only the streelights fight against it. Feeble light spreads out from a tall stranger Every hundred feet, a soldier of Lumination. A sillhuette of a cat- Black- Crosses the street - An enemy spy! Seeing the light soldiers, it retreats In the horizon, reinforcements are arriving The Dark army retreats before the Luminous general and his troops - The Sun. |
| This Girl This girl; she sits there all alone With the salt of her tears marking her face, This girl; she is all alone She smiles through tears but her smile is fake. This girl; she cries for all that's lost Those gone to her without a trace, This girl; she'll learn to cry no more But no one knows how long it will take. What is it that makes her cry? That saddens her soul, to want to die? What's lost to her that makes her sigh? And look about with a tearful eye? This girl; she sits there all alone I watch her sigh, her broken grace This girl; she is all alone We watch her cry, watch her break This girl; She cries for all that's lost She says not a word, it's in her face This girl; she'll learn to cry no more When she knows she's taken all she'll take What is it that makes her cry? That saddens her soul, to want to die? What's lost to her that makes her sigh? And look about with a tearful eye? This girl; she'll learn to cry no more When she finds the world cannot ensure When she learns the world won't cry for her. |
| Suspended (New) I've got my pistol, my motivation My time is here, don't change the station Listen for the gunshot now I'll pull the trigger anytime A few last breaths, adjust my aim Make sure its smooth Make sure its clean I've got my pistol, here's my gun My time is here, this is the one Here's they day I choose my fate The gun is cocked But still I wait My hand, suspended, in the air Cold metal meets my throbbing pulse A cool sweat adorns my skin My eyes unfocused; still I stare Searching for an indication That my analysis was right Is now the big finale? Or mayhap, another night? I'll stay like this forever Till someone finds me by the door To take the pistol from my hand To choose my fate for me, once more. |