Poetry

She sits and waits
Tapping her fingers against her sword
Her patience is stronger than my will
My will to keep this dream alive
To keep my spirit dancing in the moonlight

Will my dream become my worst nightmare?

Glancing at the night sky I hear her cry
The cry to make me fall to my knees
It echoes through my head
Bringing pain with every word spoken

Is this the time to fight for my life?

Breathing deeper, lowering my head, I slowly lay down
A small gasp of joy is heard from the shadows
She watches closely
As my spirit becomes weak
I am in her grasp of losing my soul

Will she be swift in my death?

I have feared this angel
She has never left my side
Her presence always known
The smell of death follows her
Now my blood shall stain her hands

She walks away victorious
My Angel of Death.

here we go for the hunderth time,
hand granade pins on every line,
throw them up and let something shine,
going out of my fucking mind,
filthy mouth,
no exuces,
find a new place to hang this noose,
string me up from atop theese roofs,
bind me tight so i cant get loose,
truth is you can stop and stare,
run myself out and no one cares,
dug a trench out,
lay down there,
with a shovel up outta reach some where,
yeah,
someone pour it in,
make it a dirt dance floor again,
say a prayer and stomp it out when they bring that corus in.

fear-
a grim dissonant sound came from deep inside the cavern
the defining boom of voices the from the forgotten
streaks of light swirling out of reach from the nothingness all around
a roaming stench of fear permeates the air
shadows all around waiting for you to join
the dancing of all your hair send shivers down your spine
you close your eyes hoping it is just a dream

Hi. I made this when I feel im acting different. Its called Mask

This mask I wear, she serves me well
She hides my pain, so they cant tell
They see her smile, never my tears
She shows no sorrow, she hides my fears
They believe she is me, if only they knew
That she is my mask,my best friend too
My scars she hides, with laughter and lies
She says she is fine, but slowly she dies
Like a bomb,
she'll
soon
blow
up!

That took out anger whenever I said it with emotion.

Izzie

He has come to take my soul
He has come to end my life
He has come to destroy me
He has come for my end

Standing by me with his sword
Watching my every move
He waits for his move to strike me down
He waits to see my end

His face is a mask
His intentions are clear
His moves are swift
He reaches near

His sword outstretched
His hand on my throat
He is ready to kill
He is ready to end me

He pauses as if thinking
He staggers as if in pain
He falls backward and winces in pain
I try to run but he is too fast
He reaches me again just as I get past

His hand is at my throat again
His sword is outstretched
I fear my life is over
As he tries to slice me in half

to me poetry can be anything and most of my favorite poetry comes from songs and this is by violent j from ICP or insane clown posse


i've lived on hell of a life
if your to take it tonight
i've lived the life of a king
and so have i

2 hundred thousand desease
one hundred million to feed
how can i lay back and chill
when so many down on there knees

but then again who am i
im just some typical guy
i am no fucking hero

i seen some children crossin the brodge
what kinda life did they get live
what kinda choices did they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake




to me this means a lot because everyone bags on each other and doesnt really know what has happened to that person in their past

Poison spreads causing delays,
It seems as if its ok,
Many people think this way,
But it might not be ok,
Some people are worried,
some are scared,
Some are afraid for more than what we can tell,
Its as if the poison can reach through night,
And hold on to our perilous fright

heres another by icp i found and since im a juggalo i am made fun of a lot so this is to all the muther fuckers who made fun of us


u can take away my mic
you can take away this life
but the love that we got
it aint ever gonna stop

suppases al this bullshit
dogs on another level
can u feel this

its twiztid blaze and icp
and if u fuck with my dogs
boy u
D-I-E

Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low
let me take you to the garden
where the passion flower grows

Close your eyes and enter dreams
as love's emotion sets the scene
and flitters through the garden
where the passion flower grows

Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour
as your feelings overflow

Let me draw you to the place
where ecstasy can be embraced
the beauty of the garden
where the passion flower grows

Feel your mind exploding
in the heavy scented air
experience the shiver
as your captured unaware

A little touch of heaven
where imagination flows
the valley in the garden
where the passion flower grows.

Ok, I don't write barely any poetry. everything so far all pretty awsome!!!

this is mine...


To stand Against an Army,
Stand Fast and Strong.
To stand Against a Single Man,
Stand Hard and make it Long.
To stand Against yourself?
What is Right or Wrong?
To those who understand it?
This is the Music of my Song!