The sky and the stars, the sun and the rivers (such things in our lives are static forever) The stars are our goals. (Yet with a cruel twist of fate, the sun is our master, our lives it dictates. And so to the river, nature’s crystal grin. Would I break free from my trappers If… Continue reading Untitled Poem
Tag: rivers
REALITY of POWER
Snow falls upon the branches, And as the sun rises The heat returns to my blood Then tears flood out my eyes Just as the snow melts To reveal all of the flowers The flowers that were once murdered by the colds of winter. Now it is time for us to swim in the rivers… Continue reading REALITY of POWER
In Dreams (poetic)
In dreams you taste the cocaine rain, and frolick through opium fields. If you look up high into the light heroin sky, it all seems endless, so real. Eat the precious marijuana fruit, ripe and sweet like always. Let it sink it, take it all in. In dreams be happy and carefree. Skip these meth… Continue reading In Dreams (poetic)
Angels
As I run tord the end the grass turns to ash the faces die out the voices so slient now the blood running down in rivers her angels wings spred out to catch me I see the gates I feel her tuch. Pain no more, sorrow no more, love for ever joy for ever now… Continue reading Angels
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
Dear Ash
Dear Ash, I want you to know that I miss you, more than I can say. I remember the way you looked at me, I remember what you wore that day, I remember what you said. I remember the way my skin prickled when you touch my hand, the warmth that spread every time we… Continue reading Dear Ash
home land
I come from a diffrent world. where rainy dayz are beautifull, where blood runs in the streams, rivers and oceans. where the sun freeze’s your eyes. where the moon burns you, where kiss’s are deadly, and love is posion.
Lonely Days
Alone in the sky, Curled up in the corner, with nothing to hide. No reason to cry, Tears falling like shooting stars, and I’m afraid.
he’s an angel, but what am I?
he’s my angel, He my love, he is a person out of my reach, if I ever did reach him, he would die, cause I come from a diffrent world, where rainy dayz are beautifull, where blood runs in the strems, rivers and oceans, where the sun freeze’s your eyes, where the moon burns you,… Continue reading he’s an angel, but what am I?
Exemption
I gaze into the mirror and see a beautiful suicide. I pull a razor from my chest and smile. Tears of joy fall from my eyes as I drag the dullness across the blue rivers.