POETRY A gun falling through The clouds where we sleep this kiss Wish I was bulletproof But I feel fake A touch leaves me senseless blind falling like green off trees this blinding kiss Whis I was bulletproff You are the trigger A heart surronded by pavement Does it make me strong? Lost in a… Continue reading Falling gun [Losing]
Tag: trees
Tears
A sweet & silent drop of a tears smashes down on the wet ground Even when it rains you could se that single drop of sadness fall before you It touches a wet soiled ground, as you look around you see heaven in the trees, in the sky & in the ground of green grass… Continue reading Tears
Where Doves Go to Die
An autumn mist of death and lust October rainfall Seeping through my soul And as the world is dead and cold it becomes closer to me Forever sick and passionate An eternity of sorrow With your mask of misery etched upon my soul You speak of empty promises and leave me here alone Where doves… Continue reading Where Doves Go to Die
finally free
under poetic As I stare at what is left, Left of what I’ve done, I can’t help but feel, Finally I’ve won. The glistening red moves swiftly Flowing down my wrist, Its glide resembles a cobra With a barely audible hiss The breath escaping my lips My color drains, I whiten quickly, I’ve made sure… Continue reading finally free
Nature of Things
I see your eyes withering as you take your last breath. Sadness overcomes me, embracing you, chest to chest. The tears flow freely, my Love is soon to Die. And all I can think, and wonder, and ponder,…is why? What made these trees, what made these birds, What gave us Life, and brings us Death?… Continue reading Nature of Things
NIGHTLY STROLL
A DARK NIGHT CAN BE SPENT ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, ANY PLACE WHERE YOUR SELF CAN TAKE YOU, TONITE I WILL SPEND IT WALKING IN A PARK, SHADOWS AND WINDS RUSHING THROUGH THE TREES, NO LIGHTS OR ANY SIGN OF ANY OTHER INDIVIDUALS DOING THE SAME, WELL I GUESS THEY HAVE MORE WORLDLY THINGS TO… Continue reading NIGHTLY STROLL
Just Another Day
I stare out my window at people walking by and realize none of them are like me. When night falls and people sleep I slip out of the front door.
Chained Down
I’m so confused, and lost and down. It’s like my feet are stuck to the ground. I want to jump and fly and run, but it’s always dark, there is no sun.
Colourblind Vision ((story/dream or something))
Colourblind Vision: Faerie Apocalypse Written 5/4/02 based on a dream on the night of 4/26/02, Revised Version Written Dec 2002 for Creative Writing Class Charlotte heard the muffled gunshot. At first she thought it came from the front yard. Small bare feet pattered across the wood floor as she went to the window to… Continue reading Colourblind Vision ((story/dream or something))
Insanity: a poem
A little voice whispered to me “Stray a little and come see what wonders i can show you but only if you shall choose”