Never the load upon my back, does carry quite a weight. From sun up the stones are bore, until the hours’ late.
Tag: brink
erotica: Approaches [2]
You love the sea. You say you could spend days just sitting on the shore. You say the constant beat of the waves quenches thoughts, slakes desires. I don’t know, for me it’s just a pool of water.
the bullet of love
He worshiped her and all she could do is ignore it. In his heart she had created a hole. He was close to her yet he was to far, and as he stands there on the brink of suiside he tries to remember a happy time. He cocks the gun and not even sheading a… Continue reading the bullet of love
Madman’s Poems
I had always liked verse. That is why I made many poems. I made poems from the “clean” ones to the totally vulgar ones. One day, I was invited to a meeting, to which were also invited several other poets from our city. The one who organized this meeting was a elderly man, about to… Continue reading Madman’s Poems
one wish left
I’ve burned my own soul’s ocean Ravaged the forests of my mind Stabbed at my spirit Shot at my heart
Backstabbing bestfriends….betraying boyfriend…lost and confused….help!
To anyone who may want to help a young confused teen on the brink of breaking down; I am having trouble with one my my “friends.” I*ve been dating this guy for the past 3 months. (Almost 3 months in 6 days….3/20) and I introduced him to all of my friends. They say they like… Continue reading Backstabbing bestfriends….betraying boyfriend…lost and confused….help!
Angelo Caduto e Strappato
Lost religon, forgotten name, unforgiven sins Raptured into the life of lightness now torn An everlasting dark now hers Angelic dress sullied and mutilated The wings lacerated through the soul and taken away
My Sessions With Shrinks
They ask me why…
darkness
In the cover of darkness, slowly, quietly they begin to creep in to my mind, the demons that keep me from sleeping, dreaming, that fight to rob me of my sanity.
Terminal breath (a walk on my destructive side)
I’m feeling the pain of existance. Time makes it hard to think, everyone is pushing in on me. The’re pushing me to the brink. I’m here but, you don’t see me, you don’t see me because you’re blind. I’ll look in side you head, and I know no eyes I’ll find. The termnal breath we… Continue reading Terminal breath (a walk on my destructive side)