Dark Amethyst

Sand Heart

2006-09-24T22:49:00.000-05:00

I hold in my hand,
Just a mound of sand,
It was my heart,
Now just surrealistic art,
It turned black and died,
Never once cried,
If you could see,
I crawl and plea,
But no more,
It is time to settle the score,
So I lay out my blade,
I really only seeked your praise,
Though that was too much,
And now it comes to such,
So I come to take your heart,
Frame it as my own art,
You never used it,
All it did was sit,
This is the last bit,
I am finished with your shit,
Tonight you die,
Before you can let out a cry.

Empathetic Heart Strings

2006-07-31T13:36:00.000-05:00

Out with the words,
The ones locked inside,
Spill your thoughts,
On the alter,
Pour your mind,
Let everyone drink,
Let those who are blind,
Allow them to see,
Don't hide your eyes,
Swollen and puffy,
But they are doors,
Windows,
To look into you,
I can see your pain,
I can see your torture,
So let it out,
You can only hold so much,
Just pour your thoughts out,
On that sacrificial alter,
Sacrifice them,
For your own sake,
Release them,
Before they break you,
Your thoughts,
Your mind,
Will all break,
So give a cry out,
I am always around,
My ears are always opened,
My hands are extended,
To you,
To all,
Anyone that asks for help,
Shall recieve my help,
But I can't loose you,
You hold my heart,
If i loose you,
I've lost my heart,
With out a heart,
My arms with draw in,
My ears will close,
So I protect you,
More dear than anything else,
Because you are my heart,
You are my thoughts,
You are my breath,
You are my love.

Destructive Love

2006-07-27T20:27:00.000-05:00

Into the heart,
Through the lungs,
Past the chest,
Drive your sword deeper,
Slice my heart,
Rip it out,
Shred it apart,
Love is too painful to endure,
"Love is wonderful,
Love is great,"
Why is it I don't find that,
You say it with clenched fists,
Biting your tongue,
Cursing my name,
Your words are your blade,
Drive it through my ears,
Into my brain,
Destroy my thoughts,
Destroy my heart,
So tonight,
Crossing the street isn't enough,
I am heading up the road,
As far as I can go,
Just to get away from you,
I'll go up as many streets,
As many as I can,
So I know I won't see you,
And the last thing,I love you,
No matter how you treat me.

Painfully Numb

2006-07-07T01:26:00.000-05:00

I placed a needle in my wrist,
Nothing,
I placed another,
Nothing,
Three more,
Three more nothings,
So that was the first word,
I always speak to myself,
So myself is I,
Which is my second word,
All the choices I have,
The things I can do,
This is my third word,Is,
Simply because it is a link,
Something I never really was,
Good,
Which is my fourth word,
And my final word,
Well it is simply stated,
As what I have had,
That is enough,
So my outer arm is,
It is my tapestry,
Facing outward,
So everyone can see what goes on,
What goes on inside of me,
Something I think,
Forever and always,
Everyone will see.

Second Month

2006-07-03T01:51:00.000-05:00

Two months ago,
I asked you to be mine,
A year and a half ago,
Was the time that we met,
You didn't know,
But that is the time,
The time length of when,
When you caught my heart,
Young and stupid,
How a small year and few months,
Can change someone,
I was less mature,
More ignorant,
I am more mature,
I am more aware,
I could have had you,Back then,
But I turned it down,
For the distance that would pull,
And soon seperate us,
But now I have you,
Two months,
...Two months,
......Two months,They have passed quickly,
We haven't seen eachother,
Except for a few moments of time,
I can say you do hold my heart,
And yet I fucked up,Isn't that nice of me,
I didn't call you,
Or tell you,
Happy second,
Isn't that nice,
Isn't that splended,
Because I can't bother people,
I can't interupt them in their daily routiene,
I thought of you,
But this is nothing,
I can't prove such,I can just say,
Thought about you since we last spoke,
Again I can just say that,
... two months,
And I fuck up,
Sorry.

.......................It really isn't right for me to ask you to forgive me. So I don't.

Sad Reality

2006-06-22T15:32:00.000-05:00

Close your eyes,
Gently bite your lip,
Try not to scream,
We don't want to wake anyone,
It will all be over soon,
Just like before I snuck in,
Like always,
Through your window,
It is a small climb,
But it is worth it,
Remember not a peep,
This is our private time,
No one else needs to know,
Your best friend does not,
Your parents do not,
Just close your eyes,
Gently bite your lip,
Try not to scream,
We don't want to wake anyone,
It will all be over soon,
You really should not play,
Hard to get is not nice,
I know you want me,
You may say no,
But I know you really mean yes,
Everynight through your window,
It is a small climb,
But it is worth it,
You really do like it,
Otherwise you would speak,
Tell your mother,
Or your friends,
You know you want me.

Ah, such a nice poem. Wouldn't you agree? Well, I am certain you know what the poem is about, and if not, just keep reading. This poem is about a girl, who is raped by a boy. Simple as that. She is afriad and embarrased of what happened. So she never tells anyone. She was in 9th grade when this started, and the guy was in 11th grade. This went on for about a year, and a few months. They met towards the end of her 9th grade year, and she thought he was nice and sweet. The first time was after an end of the school year party. There was alcoholic beverages, but she didn't have any. He had offered her once, but she turned it down. It was late into the night, and she asked him to take her home. As they drove they talked a bit, about what they were going to do durring the summer. When he got her home, all the lights were out, and the door was locked. She had forgotten her key. He asked her if she had a way to get in. She told him that her window can't lock and it opens up from the outside really easy. She went to climb it, although she was wearing a skirt, he didn't look. She thought that was really sweet of him, and she was still wide awake, so she invited him to come up and talk. Right in the middle of a sentance, he leaned in and gently kissed her. She blushed, but kissed him back, and then pulled away. He advanced on her. She was too scared to scream.

This is where your imagination takes over, I am not going to describe this. It really was horrible.

Well, afte the one year and few months of being raped. She never really trusted a guy again. The only ones that could actually talk to her would be her parents. They didn't know what happened of course. She made it to the age of 23, a week and two days before she turned 24. Her parents went out of town for the week to go on a vacation. When they returned, they found the house cleaned and everything in order as she promised she would keep it. They went upstairs, because they didn't see her downstairs to thank her for keeping the house cleaned.

Now this is another horrible thing. I am not going to even begin to explain what was beyond her door. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Needless to say, she took her life the morning before they got home.

Here is the other side of this story. He is now 27 or 28 years old. And he is living just fine. He has married, and has a few kids. He refuses to remember what happened over that year. He is nice to his wife, and treats her right. His children are happy and love him, they aren't scared of him. He has a nice little house, with a steady job. He isn't rich, but he isn't broke, he manages to make ends meet and still have money left over for a bit of fun with the family.

*places his paper that he is reading from down* Isn't this a lovely story? Feel free to leave your comments on this. While this is something different, it still has a poem. Think of the story as just a little added bonus.

Through the times

2006-06-13T23:55:00.000-05:00

Hello my friend,
It seems to be that time again,
You have comforted me so much before,
So please comfort me again,
You seem to be the one,
Which has always been there for me,
The only one who really understands,
No matter where or how,
You have been there for me,
Through the bad times,
I could always press on you,
While in the good times,
I always enjoyed,
But they never lasted long,
So I have spent much time with you,
Although time has done its part,
You have dulled a bit,
But you are still sharp,
You have gained your age,
Which has brought wisdom,
You really are old,
You have grown rusted,
This is the last time,
That you will comfort me,
You know you will leave your mark,
The thing that spreads,
The one that stays till I die,
This is when we say goodbye,
For you have grown old,
While I am still young,
So this is the last time,
That I ask for your comfort,
Because I won't need it after this,
This is how I thank you,
Thanks for being there.

Interesting three

2006-06-05T22:40:00.000-05:00

Feelings,
Emotions,
These signify a human,
So in a sense,
Human isn't a physical state,
But an emotional state,
Why else would heartless,
Feelingless,
Emotionless,
Beings be called inhuman,
Are they not male or female,
Have four limbs and a head,
They look no different than you,
Yet they are inhuman,
They may have brutally murdered a three year old child,
They are called a monster,
They are called inhuman,
Why is that,
Then the simple deffinition for a human,
Would be feelings and emotion,
And it is in this since,
I would consider msyelf not all human.

Ah, *nods* another heart filled peice, it is quite nice isn't it. *nods again* Just leaves you thinking right....no, wrong. I am sure most of you have already thought about this at least once or twice.*shakes his head and begins reciting again*

When the world stops spinning,
Over the screams of them all,
Reasons that you couldn't understand,
The plane of earth will be covered,
Hell on earth will have arrived,
Lesser demons with pore through the holes,
Everyone will die,
Still the heaven will rain down on the earth,
Souls will cry in the eternal torment.

Interesting *bows* what one can type when he puts his mind to it. Well, this little piece isn't about me, so please don't tell me i am not. I simply find choosing words helps to write poems. Here would be another example...*begins reciting again*

Heaven can call those to it,
And some of us will follow,
People that accept it will be saved,
People who deny it will be damned,
In this little world of ours,
Neither me nor my soul can be saved,
Eternal torment is what rests in my after life,
Somtimes I wish I believe,
Someone wished I believed too.

Ah three lovely pieces, *bows* i hope you all enjoyed them. Now, my children, i must be off to that little place called no where. *bows one last time and begins to walk of stage...as you see me off the stage and can see no more, there is a gunshot...then a loud yell* HERETIC.....*laughter from me...*Better believe it....*laughter ends in a gourgle....followed by a small thud of something landing on the ground*

Humans...

2006-06-04T01:47:00.000-05:00

Zombies that come from my dreams,
After the cold sweat wakes me,
Causing insomnia to take it's hold,
Hence there is the pain that I have lost you.

Grind your heart,
Rip it apart,
Over the one you lost,
Wither away and die.

Until the pain that will never ease,
Passes the hurt that will always bleed.

I really doubt they will.....*shrugs* but what can you do. Just let them be them....confused? Good, means that i am good at getting the point across to people with out them realizing it...*bows and takes his leave*

Propaganda

2006-05-30T00:55:00.000-05:00

I can not take the pain,
After you have left,
Misserable life that has gone,
Maybe my heart has broken,
Every time I see your face,
And with these tears,
Nothing is alright,
I can't believe this fate
Never to be yours,
Going our seperate ways,
Longing to be with you,
Enduring the pain of separation,
Slit after slit across the wrists,
Slowly bleeding you away.

My language

2006-05-29T21:47:00.000-05:00

Read these poems outloud....for me? They sound better outloud anyways.

Some where there is one,
Outcasted for a sin,
Many pains that were felt,Everything is left,
The unforgivable thing,
He loved,
In the caves he hides,
Never to lay his eyes on her,
Giving his heart was a mistake.

Energy that flows,
Vexing words that won't speak,
Everyone can't see,
Reasons that can't be stated,
Yesterday is all that stands.

One time,
Nothing matters,
Everyone dies.

Was it right,
After her life,
Nothing was the same,
Telling lies were left,
Showing off as happy.

Living in these lies,
Over the years of death,
Veals that hide yourself,
Everything couldn't be worse.

*bows slowly* make sure you take a deep look at these poems, they are very meaningful, when they have no meaning at all. Just remember everything isn't as it seems. Question everything, but not verbally, just in your head....question constantly. Because, rarely anything is as it seems....o yea, and if you read these words outloud, then something bad is going to happen. These really aren't a poem, but an incantation, the effect has been worn out of the page. The book has been in my family for a long time.....*laughs and walks off stage*

She made me cry again

2006-05-23T17:22:00.000-05:00

You know it's weird,
When one person says something,
That just makes you cry,
She made me cry again,
I didn't think I would,
At least not from something she said,
Maybe from something terrible happening,
But,
She made me cry again,
Hearing terrible things that could happen,
Near death experiences,
Those can make you cry,
The thought of loosing them,
But just today,
She made me cry again,
I read what she said,
I really was just sitting there,
Staring,
Crying,
I couldn't blieve what she said,
She even stated mine name,
In what she said,
Everyone can see it now,
She made me cry again,
"It's like he reads me like a book...",
"He's kinda like me,
always denying how amazing he really is."
I wonder if she noticed,
That she said she was amazing,
She made me cry again,
Not because of what almost happened,
And almost losing her,
But because she just doesn't see,
How happy she makes me,
She gave up her blade,
She doesn't have the urge to leave,
She made me cry again,
This is my poem to you,
My love,
This is my response,
To your entry,
You made me cry,
But they are tears of joy,
I don't think you know,
Just how happy you make me,
I didn't think I would hear it,
Her say words,
That implied she was amazing,
But she did,
I didn't pressure her,
I really hope she meant it,
That she thinks she is amazing,
She made me cry again,
I don't hold you heart,
I placed it in that empty space,
The space left from my heart,
Well,
Where it should be,
Because,
You have my heart,
She made me cry again,
This is my poem to you,
My love,
This is my repsonce,
Because I love her,
Everything seems fine,
There isn't a lack of smiles,
How she makes me smile,
And this isn't just all,
Nothing is what it seems first follow it south,
You may not understand this riddle.

Well, if you want to know her name, it is very simple. The last two lines are a riddle, if you can figure it out, then you can find her name.....I'll give you a hint, the riddle has to do with the last seven lines....The second to last line mentions a clue as to what to do.....and if you know pig latin....ooklay atway ethay irstfay etterlay ofway ethay astlay evensay inelays otay etgay ouryay answerway....There you should figure it out now...*walks of the stage crying but with a smile*

Quite Fragile

2006-05-18T21:41:00.000-05:00

*THUMP*
What was that?
Nothing important.
It sounded important.
No, not nearly as important.
Not as important as what?
Of what you will see.
*THUMP*
What is that?
Just wait, you will see.
What will I see?
It is almost here.
What?
*THUMP*
It sounds more important than you say.
Wait and you will know what I mean.
I am waiting.
Why am I unable to see?
*THUMP*
You have to wait to see.
Why?
What is it I am waiting for.
*THUMP*
To see.
I am struggling to see.
*THUMP*
I am trying
*THUMP*
*flicker of my eyes*
*I look around the room and smile*
*BEEP*You are here.*BEEP*
*BEEP*I knew you would be.*BEEP*
*BEEP*Hush, don't speak*BEEP*
*She have been crying*
*BEEP*But I want to.
I just wanted to say...*BEEP*
Please do not speak*BEEP*
Are you angry with me?
*long high BUZZ*
No...*more tears*
What did she say?
Where am I?
*no answer*
Please, it's dark.
You are here.
Where is here?
Eternity, didn't i tell you.
Yes, you did.
Was i right?
Yes,
I saw her,
She was there for me...
It was more important....

Ah, such a lovely poem...to bad though, he didn't hear her answer...*tears going down face* To bad she thinks that he died thinking she was angry with him....*continues crying* Life....such a fagile thing....*slowly walks off stage while tears fall off his face*

Forget your memories

2006-05-13T13:21:00.000-05:00

The heart can sing,
While the brain screams,
The heart flutters,But the brain yells,
The heart laughs,
And all the brain can do is cry,
The heart is in love,
The brain knows what happens next,
The voices in the head yell,
The heart beats,
So let us forget our thoughts,
Let us live with our hearts,
If we don't think of what happens next,
Nothing can get in the way of our love,
I was talking about our hearts,
I was talkign about our brains,
The thoughts are what pains,
The heart is what heals,
So let us forget our thoughts,
Let us live with our hearts,
No matter what we try,
We can't forget,
The pain that was brought by others,
So let us pretend,
Pretend that none of it happened,
Let our thoughts drift away,
As we lay in eachothers arms,
So let us forget our thoughts,
Let us live with our hearts,
It is hard to forget,
What we are taught all our life,
The pain that has been set in,
But love can help rebuild,
They say no one is perfect,
But in my eyes,
You are,
So let us forget our thoughts,
Let us live with our hearts,
Just because we can't forget,
Doesn't mean we can't pretend,
Pretend not to remember.

Second chances

2006-05-09T22:14:00.000-05:00

*black screen for a little*

....

*gunshot rings out*

....

*screen slowly fades into a room*

*there are legs lying up on the bed with the rest of the body out of vision*

*there is a smoking gun laying on the bed*

....

Was it hard?

Not at all.

Why did you do it?

To escape.

To escape what?

Everything....

....

When the heart has given in,

When the soul can bend no more,

The cowards way out is appealing,

Lets go back,

Back to when everything was right,

When this boy was smiling,

Back before everything got complicated,

Before his smile was destroyed,

Before his crash when he fell,

The pain from his Hell,

The one he endured all day,

If he could go back would he?

No,

He wouldn't go back,

What is the sense of going back,

To have another chance,

I don't want another chance,

I had a chance,

A singularity,

Why would I change it,

To right those wrongs,

To cast the pain out,

And allow for happiness,

Why would I want that,

I don't want to change anything,

To change what happened then,

Would change who I am now,

And to change who I am,

Would cast me in another direction,

Possibly up,

Possibly down,

Why take my chances,

When this is so certain,

Why not try again,

Why not take a chance,

Make a risk,

Live life once more,

Live it to it's fullest,

For me to live life to its fullest,

I would have to stop my heart,

Stop my heart from loving,

Stop it from caring,

Why would i want to live life with out these,

You could learn to love more,

Learn to care more,

Rather than take this false escape.

....

*screen fades to black*

....

*Screen slowly fades into the bedroom*

....

*You see a boy sitting on his bed*

....

*holding....*

....

*his book of poetry and reading out to the world*

Seems like second chances are worth taking.

Permenent Heart Break

2006-05-09T21:50:00.000-05:00

The heart is broken,

It can be broken many times,

Many people can break it,

But none hurt as much as you,

They shattered my heart,

I picked them up,

I half started a new,

But you,

You,

This is all I can say,

You tore my heart out,

You shattered it into millions of pieces,

You burned these pieces to the ground,

You stomped on them,

You push and twisted your foot,

Untill they were pressed in the ground,

I can't pick these up,

They are stuck to the ground,

Even if i could,

I wouldn't be able to collect them all,

There are millions to pick,

So there they will stay,

And i will sit by them,

With my hands in the ground,

Trying to recover what was lost,

To recover what you destroyed,

Try to recover something that can't be reobtained.

Misplaced belongings

2006-05-09T21:00:00.000-05:00

O where has it gone,

There is an empty space there,

Perhaps it ran away,

Perhaps I ran it off,

I seem to be good at running things off,

I place my hand there and can't feel it,

Nor am I able to hear it,

I can remember it though,

That is how I know it is gone,

I have looked for it,

But with out it,

I am not too quick to look,

Then something happened,

I heard a struggled beat,

I felt it twist in pain,

The tears that came down your face,

Contorted it in pain,

Then I relized I hadn't lost it,

I hadn't misplaced it,

But you had it,

You still have it,

You are the on that holds it,

The one that holds my heart.

More poems from me

2006-04-30T18:09:00.000-05:00

Fire,

Ice,

Burn,

Freeze,

Char,

Crack,

Love,

Hate,

Pain,

Knife through the heart,

Fire that is different,

Opposite that of Ice,

Love which is bliss,

Opposite anger and pain which is Hate,

Fire is the true opposite of Ice,

Hate is the false opposite of Love,

Two pairs of opposites,

Two pairs of difference,

They are hand in hand,

Fire,

Ice,

Love,

Hate,

The heart freezes,

The viens burn,

This is durring Love,

This is durring Hate,

These two are so different,

This Love,

And this Hate,

Yet watcing you Love,

Hurts as much as your Hate,

Not the Love of me,

While the Hate of others,

But rather,

The Love of others,

And the Hate of me.

Through the centuries,

Through the decades,

Through the years,

Through the days,

While the hours pass,

The minutes never last,

Everything goes by fast,

You are born,

You live,

You die,

It is all in a heart beat,

So you better speak your feelings,

Now before that beat,

The one that signals the end,

Tell those how you feel,

Tomorrow may never come.

The love that was spread,

Has not fled,

It has brown by the hour,

I offer you this flower,

For you are the love of my life.

3 poems

2006-04-21T21:42:00.000-05:00

The summer sun wept,

As the ocean wind swept,

Swept over the land,

Across like an invisible hand,

Where the leaves dance,

Everything is well at first glance,

These scars across my wrist,

Were never part of my list,

These crimson tears,

Are not formed of fears,

This broken soul,

Turning into a black hole,

Love was part of the equation,

It always seems to have it's evasion,

Made up of just subraction and addition,

was enough to destroy this souls ambition,

This body is nothing but a shell,

My priave own Hell,

To break this shell,

When all will fail,

Rip out of the walls,

While all else falls,

I live this eternal death,

Spent holding my breath,

As the pain will hover,

Sitting, waiting for my lover.

If there ever was a place called Hell,

If there ever was a time of eternal torment,

It would be here,

It would be now,

No Hell could create this pain,

The searing burning flesh,

It would never hurt like this,

Frozen breaking skin,

Would not destroy me like this,

Run your hooked fingers into my body,

Tear me limb from limb,

Let me forget,

Let me live again,

All of this does not hurt,

Compared to this burning knowledge,

The knowledge of how you feel,

That you despise me,

That you hate me,

Just let me forget.

The hair made of fire,

The eyes made of ice,

The one who cries crimson tears,

I as well cry these crimson tears,

I can as well as share my icy gaze,

You make me burn up inside,

You make me cool towards you,

You cause my black heart to beat,

I can gaze right through your act,

I scare you just by being here,

You don't like the lack of control,
You don't like that i don't use the control,

The control I seem to have,
I try to make you happy,

But I hear of these tears,

Your crimson tears,

Although they always seem to return.

I have no clue on what this is shrugs

2006-04-09T17:10:00.000-05:00

Listen to those beats in the night,

The ones that go tap tap tap,

Listen to those raps at night,

The ones that go bang bang bang,

They keep one up through the night,

If the noises were to cease,Maybe then i would sleep,

With out the taps and raps in the night,

When the beats are steady through time,

One can only wonder what is tap tap taping,

The slow murmur of the metal worm coiled in the corner,

Maybe the husky breathing beast in the basement,

The one that breathes cool air through out,

Possibly the thing that churns suds and water,

The one with glass and plastic in it's mouth,

Or maybe the tap tap taping is something more,

Maybe it is the heart that is beating,

And the bang bang bangs are different,

What if it's the club that beats,

The one that breaks the heart,

That slows it to the point of dieing,

Then ceases to let sleep,

Ceases to let it heal,

Then in it's wake,

Again with the tap tap taps,

Again with the bang bang bangs.

How many things can you find this poem describes? It is a production of my boredom.

Eternal Suffering?

2006-03-28T20:33:00.000-06:00

My heart that slowly beats,

It finally stopped,

I died three nights ago,

When you left me in that pouring rain,

With more than what I could handle of pain,

Buried in my fleshy tomb,

Never to escape this world,

To live eternal with this blood in my mind,

If you could have seen my face,

There was this pain lace,

That wrapped around my body,

All you could think of was him,

Anything to be rid of me,

When you left me in that pouring rain,

With more than what I could handle of pain,

I looked for you long and hard,

So I can tear out your eyes,

The ones that burn in my mind,

When death grabs hold,

I will be left standing bold,

You will age and die,

Even if i do not find you,

You are doomed to die,

When you left me in that pouring rain,

With more than what I could handle of pain,

Life is cruel,

Life is unfair,

But I will live mine,

Even when you die,

And your soul will fly,

I will be left on this earth,

Because I died three days ago,

And was born anew,

When you left me in that pouring rain,

Wich more than what I could handle of pain

My quotes

2006-03-18T21:29:00.000-06:00

Yesterday was a memory,

Tomorrow is only a blessing,

There is no day but today,

So live it like your last.

Regretting what you did yesterday,

And worrying about tomorrow,

Keeps you from living when it's important,

Now.

When ever life gives you lemons,

Make grape juice.

(Why you ask. Because its too easy to make lemonaid outa lemons.)

If birth is the begining,

If death is the end,

Then that means now is the story,

Don't always live your story,

But guide it as well.

All you can do is try,

If you try your best,

The best will happen,

Even if it doesn't seem like it at the time.

When the best has happened,

And the worst has gone,

What is next,

It all starts over again.

If people weren't meant to hurt,

They wouldn't feel pain,

If people weren't meant to love,

They wouldn't feel happiness,

So remember,

What you feel is a blessing,

Stop taking it for granted.

Heavenly?

2006-03-18T21:28:00.000-06:00

When the world stops spinning,
When the heart doesn't beat so fast,
Then the world is plain,
There is no excitement,
As long as i know you,
My world always spinns,
It always spins faster or slows a little,
My heart always seems to race,
You make my world spin,
You make my heart crazy,
This is my words to you,
My lovely angelic beauty.

Realizations

2006-03-18T02:00:00.000-06:00

The words that are not spoken,

The feelings foolishly hidden,

My heart that wants to scream,

My mind that keeps playing scenes,

I wish to tell you,

I want you to know,

You know,

There is no wait you could not,

You are waiting for me to speak,

To express myself,

I don't know why you would wait,

Maybe to see if i go through with it,

I am tired of waiting,

It is time to react,

The words will come through,

The feelings that were longed for,

Will be shown,

I will tip the goblet that is my heart,

And pour all that is in to you.

Love is deadly

2006-03-11T01:25:00.000-06:00

yet another successful poem written by yours truely, i hope you all enjoy this.

The words that are never spoken,

The feelings that were never expressed,

Have all died in vien,

Your no longer around,

All the words that could have been said,

All the time that could have been shared,

The heart that has broken,

The pain that flows through my body,

I can't accept that your gone,

My mind can't form the words,

It can feel the emotions,

I can't express how i feel,

I can't force my tongue to speak,

I am confused,

I am afraid,

These tears won't stay back,

The pain in my chest burns,

The air is thick,

My heart is stoping,

It is too broken to continue,

With my finale words,

I lo...

Old habits never die, only lay dormant

2006-02-07T19:56:00.000-06:00

You know, no matter how hard you try, you can never get rid of any habit you had, they only lay dormant.

Well, since its been about a year since I have wrote anything, I figure I might as well as have a come back, which here is my most recent poem, it has no name as of now.

The blood that flows down my arm,

From open veins,

Pours into the goblet,

From which you drink,

I make this elixir,

Which comes from myself,

To show the pain I can endure,

The bloodloss I can sustain,

For you,

To show what flows in these veins,

And you are the same,

You are what flows through this body,

Once you leave it will be left empty,

Dry,

Brittle,

And when everything flows again,

You will come back,

To drink again,

Leave me dry and brittle,

Once a again,

And I accept this,

For the love I have for you.

Hope you all enjoy this small come back from me, and while I have stopped writing in here all this time, I have written more poems. Which I may or may not post, just enjoy what I do post.

A statement in poetic form.....i guess.

2005-05-12T20:45:00.000-05:00

People die everyday, and there are alot of people who don't know those who die. I wonder, if someone i knew died, how long would i wait and have to spend not seeing them. Worrying about them, before I was informed of their death, just to have my tears pour out. HOW LONG???? Are we really so centered on our own lives that we can't even tell when one of those close to us die? Another thing, where was I when it happened. You really can't stop thinking enough about where you were and why you couldn't have helped. If you would have just walked with them to their house. It may be only a street over, or a few houses down, but a few houses or another street is a long time. THINK......
It could have been stopped you could have seen your friend today if you would have taken some time to listen to them.....
Maybe we are doomed to our own exstinction.......
I say f*** that. I will care for you no matter what....
If you want me to walk you a house down, just ask.
If you want me to run away with you to another town, all you have to do is call.
If your in trouble you just have to say my name.....
Just please don't leave me......
I love you to da*ned much to lose you.....
You know who you are, that i speak of.

Splitting Sorrow

2005-05-01T03:43:00.000-05:00

Red moon falls,
Blue sun rises,
Love of another falls,
Life another comes,
Love of my life left,
Death of my soul has come,
Won't you watch,
Won't you see the blood,
The reigning terror,
Of my raining soul,
The torturing pain,
That is my life,
Won't you see,
Won't you see,
I can't love as I did,
I can't live like I lived,
Most of all...
I miss you...
Please come back to me...

Sweet love

2005-04-29T12:01:00.000-05:00

Your eyes shine like stars,
Your skin soft and tender,
Your kind and gentle spirit,
How I long to be with you,
I wish to tear your eyes out,
Devour your skin,
Crush your spirit,
I wish to leave you,
Like you left me,
Hurt,
Destroyed.

Beautiful Forest Lady

2005-01-20T19:41:00.000-06:00

This is my cat, her name is Sally. Thought i would just show one of my pets above this poem i wrote, and I hope you all enjoy my kitten and poem.

Beautiful Forest Lady

The clouds parted,
The sun shown through,
It is a ray of heavenly light,
A sleeping forest is put into light,
This cylander of beauty goes to the center of the forest,
I traveled through at a steady pace,
As I came closer my heart raced,
It felt like it would explode,
I passed the last tree,
Into the center I went,
Where I saw something more beautiful than the ray,
Upon what I saw,
It was you,
In all your splender and beauty,
It was you,
It is still you.

Dark Amethyst

Sand Heart

Empathetic Heart Strings

Destructive Love

Painfully Numb

Second Month

Sad Reality

Through the times

Interesting three

Humans...

Propaganda

My language

She made me cry again

Quite Fragile

Forget your memories

Second chances

Permenent Heart Break

Misplaced belongings

More poems from me

3 poems

I have no clue on what this is *shrugs*

Eternal Suffering?

My quotes

Heavenly?

Realizations

Love is deadly

Old habits never die, only lay dormant

A statement in poetic form.....i guess.

Splitting Sorrow

Sweet love

Beautiful Forest Lady

I have no clue on what this is shrugs