I will be the light that binds you I will be the soul that you sing I will follow, right behind you I will be behind everything I wil revel in and reveal you I will supplicate to and tether will I will say a prayer before I deny you Always. I will. I will… Continue reading I will
Tag: blinds
Dark
Darkness protects us. It sheilds our weak flesh bodies and blinds our virgin eyes. never turn on the light…. never. certain death could be lurking just behond the thin beam of light. a scream could be waiting for you when you open the door. flesh is twisting into darknes. binding you, joining you forever, scarring… Continue reading Dark
The Window Of Loneliness
I meant for this to go to poetry Can you see it The light blinds me Looking into the warm light Through the window Outside is cold and dark The rain drizzles down the cheek of a lonely man Separate Not one with humanity Can he find solace Imitating what he sees in the window… Continue reading The Window Of Loneliness
The Clock
Ten past twelve shows the clock, moving its metallic hands, with every second to mark. I am tiered of being alone. People point and stare at me because I am different, different because I think! Higher forces of people control our lives; they control us with lies that lead to pain and suffering. I can… Continue reading The Clock
BAD DAY
BAD DAY My mind is viciously burning. If only you could see that Inside my head it is pouring.
Deadly Obsession
We worked on the top floor of a high rise office block. I had a boring job, sorting out files on the computer. Y’know the really shitty work. I had about 10 work-mates up there. Well I couldn’t really call them “mates.” There was this one woman though. Louise.
The Helper (poetic)
They can hear the cries They can see the tears The meaningless words i scream The water coming out of my eyes
not knowing what to think?
have you ever felt just so confused that you thought you were crazy???? i just dont understand life it totally blinds me. i normally write poems to help me get rid of everything i need to express and just get out, but sometimes it doesnt seem quite enough.
Dilema
1. How many times has it been that you know you’re doing something wrong, but you still go ahead and do it? Dont know about you, but I’ve fucked up on those lines a million times.
Mystery soul
Stumbling on the cracks in the pavement All that lay before me is simple minds And through the decaying words of my statement I saw your shadow cross the blinds