i sit on my own in my small black room, a single rose laying on my lap. i listen to the music pouring out my stereo and think about the world, outside my small room, filled with evil nasty faces of people out to get me, out to torture me, to make life living hell… Continue reading Black Roses
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colaberation
Pour out thine heart and try to express one self poetically… then backspace… Binding together words like a drunken tailor sews b-grade garments
Stone Gardens
I sat there, in the dark, Feeling my mind drive slowly into the realms of insanity. Stones lay in the gardens of my thoughts, Blooming amongst themselves are thoughts of death. I do not recognize the dark, tenebrous voice, Its soft susurrus will live on in my mind. Its cold, fingers ran up my spine… Continue reading Stone Gardens
Dream 2
This time the dream comes slowly, seeping and oozing into my mind. My eyes closing, weights pushing against the lids. My energy is slowly being washed away into the blackness. Little clawed fingers painfully caress my brain, lulling it into submission and as I give in my last touch of feeling is a throbbing, reminder… Continue reading Dream 2
Mindless
Mindless A crimson tide I watch the ocean burn A sickly crescent moon Ill with lost sunlight
The Rose
A rose. It’s simple beauty Calls to me. Petals of reddest red, Leaves of greenest green.
Holding Sorrow’s Rose
Sorrow’s Rose has sharp, bitter thorns They pierce your skin unknowingly The liquid leaves a trail of scarlet As you walk through the garden Holding Sorrow’s Rose
Lips of Red
False You
Drink from me, the wine,Eat from my heart, so sour,Flesh falls before your vine,Rose vine of eternal power,Dancing wishes vanish,Slipping through my hands,Failing love and to bannish,Void splashing on the sands,Bleeding holes of their pain,Iron thorns seal the creed,Wretched truth, pours from vein,Droplets form the sinful seed……………..
The Cost of Carma
The matter of karma came up earlier here, and it reminded me of something. I do not subscribe to the technical concept of karma, but I do believe in “what comes around, goes around.” A while back, I was thinking of the string of problems that have hounded me since junior high school, which have… Continue reading The Cost of Carma