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TiredLiving life to perfection. Living to breathe. But it's not life I'm living, It's life living me.Tired
Standing Alone Over promised dreams persuing my hopes earning my wings.
Falling forever, to escape the routine. Wanting to change; sick of everything I've seen.
Expectations inside me, begging for escape. living life for others avoiding mistake.
Standing Alone Over promised dreams persuing my hopes earning my wings.
A Never Changing Me; its the way its expected. Working for others;


Saints Death, Angels BirthA rising soul from the cold body awakened - spreading its wings.Saints Death, Angels Birth
Taking off for heavenly duty, moving on to greater things.
Leaving behind the value of time, adopting that of immortality. Speaking forever in heavenly rhyme as a prize for saintly morality
Joining the few chosen to be the guardians of all that’s good. Reading from the holy decree, fighting to be understood.


GuiltDiminishing thoughts fill my head Haunting voices coming from the dead. Telling me to do it, to finish off with my strife, by taking the blade and ending my life.Guilt
I feel the pain of each seperate death; each wrist slit, each trigger pulled.
Screaming to whisper, crying for help, trying to avoid it - not killing myself.
I reach for the knife but take the gun instead I make sure its loaded then hold it to my head
As my life escapes me I'm able to see what I've done to those people and what I've done to me


Silent PeaceThoughts swirl in the empty peace That tumbles into the room Sweet tranquillity surrounding here And nothing else to embraceSilent Peace
Just silent thinking Nothing more Hard sounds of silence Pressing on listening ears
Empty air floating by Silence so peaceful and sweet Disturbing the senses patiently Nothing heard, nothing here
Rest in harsh loud silence The quiet embracing everything Streaming around so violently So quiet- so calm
Thoughts are all that linger In this desolate quiet place The peace and silence pressin


she sleepsthe darkness devours me, there is nothing, no glint of light, and still the silver shines. i can feel the smooth chilly surface, between my finger and my thumb. my flesh and my lips part simultaneously, the flesh gives way so easily, the sweet metallic warmth, heats up the cold steel, and pools into the crook of my elbow. it parts into two streams, and i can feel the drip, upon the soft white blanket. as the pool becomes a puddle, my mind is no longer numb, my head feels fuzzy, the room is spinning. i want to lie down under the blankets. &nbsshe sleeps


My Favourite DelusionMy Favourite DelusionMy Favourite Delusion
[Verse 1] Can't open my eyes Without being taunted by insanity But I feel denying this gift To be no less of a travesty; Each particle of light Bombards me with impurity But I fight through this life To be rid of my obscenity
[Chorus] I cast my eyes above To my favourite delusion Where I fly up on high And I find all my solutions I close my eyes and smile In my favourite delusion And I don't wonder why Life is filled with such pollution
[Verse 2] I recall the time when I Lived
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