

Dear DiaryThe sun did shriek its baleful song As it burned a hole through my eyes,Dear Diary
My head throbbed with something more than sanity And something inside of me died.
A million voices in my mind And none that I can trust. I wonder through this wanton world, A shame its wonders are lost on me There are too many things I don’t wish to see.
Illusions made of madness
Confine me to this desolate place. For the love of god, I saw a crawling cow And now a sunflower shoots at me.
I ache to understand what happened to me.
The blood in my veins p


PhantasyThrough the razor sharp edges Of my parted blinds I see a great city Spread out before me. A tiny million fireflies That blink out ivory flames.Phantasy
Through my stark glass window Held up with a broken fence
I see a stray cat that seems to be
Hiding from me As if my gaze could scoop him up
And carry him home. He darts between the sewers of darkness That have swarmed upon the street.
Through my gossamer veil That keeps the elements from me I see a great gold lustrous riddle That tears through marshmallow clouds.
And wh


Smoke 'em outSmoke swirls round my upturned lips Corroding the air with toxic fumes All around me coughing gently To remind me of my knowing follySmoke 'em out
I breathe the poison acrid ash Clenching spasms ache my throat Coughing on a word half-stuttered My breathing becomes soft and fluttered
My savior drowns my blackened lungs As bubbles burst through cloying tar Flooding flimsy stunted veins An addiction so strong I couldn’t contain
Oh how the mighty have fallen So high upon my mighty horse I did not see the tiny pea That brought me crashing to my knees


Death for the DyingTrudging through the halls and dim corridors And past the doors I have graded I have lingered a glance at passing beds And watched as bright eyes faded I sit in silence and twiddle my fingers And suffering thus, I waited.Death for the Dying
Unlucky faces are quickly covered up Save those that fortune favors They take a breath and try to stall... The line on the monitor wavers To stave off death for one more day The nurses rigorously labor.
Alas the dead men lie stiff and frigid No longer to suffer the mortal curse The last long breath is a sigh good-bye; Tear
by ~jeffhoppdotnet
by ~JamesRM
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Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.
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Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and have their shoes.
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Save the World! NC-17 the Bish!
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Drugs are bad mmmkay?
EEK! Real monsters!
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You've got nice poems!
keep up the good work,miss!
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