I have some of these published, most of them published on the web. Steal and die! :twisted: Anyways hope you enjoy them.
Drowning Misery
The Sun was shining brightly
No rain above the sky
Until that one fateful day
When she broke down and cried.
The rain now cascades rampantly
Making me forget about the feelings of roses and wine
For my heart has been crushed
But by one whom I thought was divine.
Now my anger rises
His life shall become a living misery
For now he will drown with me
In my tears of sorrow.
The moonlit sky as dark as the depths of the sea...
The rain releasing from the clouds like tears flowing through a parched eye...
The Blood Red Rose drowning in a pool of sadness and despair The color of a heart that no longer desires to beat...
Loneliness isn't such a bad life after you've lived it the first time...
The Slient calm of night is shattered.
The sound of glass shards falling can seem similar.
As if the church is being destroyed
And all of God's creations are rebelling.
Some question the way God works
Others follow blindly and listen to cliches.
Ones like "God works in mysterious ways."
I say to hell with it. I will no longer have no shame.
I will admit to sins committed but will not confess.
I curse upon the almighty for he has forsaken me.
That which is holy deserves to bring upon me such grief.
Which is why my sadness will be brief as I hold the gun and cry under the sheets.
The end is coming soon there is nothing else to live for
though I did not love Sarah she was one I cared for.
The lack of sleep is why I cannot go on amymore
All that glitters is not Gold, Sarah may be on a stairway to Heaven
But I will be on an escalator straight to hell.
You push and you push me away.
I wish I knew whats wrong but you won't say.
It makes me so angry I feel so hurt deep inside.
I'm just pushing, just pushing be be by your side.
You close me off, you stand alone.
When you speak it's in a deafening tone.
A soft spoken voice of compassion.
One to me is soothing to hear.
I think about it when I sleep, alone in my dreams.
In a place where I know you can't push back.
Dreams aren't real but the emotions are as a lay here and shead my tears.
I can see your pain and it pierces my heart.
Knowing you're hurt but you close all it off.
You're pushing and pushing it all away.
No one can help you unless you give in.
There are those in this world who aren't tryin' to hurt you.
Just open your heart and let us come through and heal you.
You may not realize it yet but I love you.
Just stop pushing me back and let me show you my feelings.
It's not like I have the choice to forget you.
I wanna share your pain and take away your tears.
Just open your eyes so I can see you.
Just open you heart so I can love you.
I once wrote a very good poem and it was accepted to be published, along with a couple other thousands, All I had to do was pay 79.99 for this gold guilded hard cover book that would not be sold in stores. Scam? I say so...
He loaded up his pistol
and he loaded it some more
he loaded up on attitude
and barrelled out the door
three days without sleep
and he was goin' to make it five
he was mean and he was ugly
he drank to stay alive
Kindness was a word he'd say
just before he spit
happiness was just for people
who were full of sh*t
he was feelin' mighty mighty
in his ugly ugly head
he got half way down the driveway
before the police shot him dead
In the office of the coroner
they stripped his body nude
though he was still long on ugly
he was short on attitude
he had a lot of tattoos
that were covered up in blood
one said make it whiskey
one said Elmer Fudd
He loaded up his pistol
and he loaded it some more
he loaded up on attitude
and barrelled out the door
three days without sleep
and he was goin' to make it five
he was mean and he was ugly
he drank to stay alive
Kindness was a word he'd say
just before he spit
happiness was just for people
who were full of sh*t
he was feelin' mighty mighty
in his ugly ugly head
he got half way down the driveway
before the police shot him dead
In the office of the coroner
they stripped his body nude
though he was still long on ugly
he was short on attitude
he had a lot of tattoos
that were covered up in blood
one said make it whiskey
one said Elmer Fudd
He loaded up his pistol
and he loaded it some more
he loaded up on attitude
and barrelled out the door
three days without sleep
and he was goin' to make it five
he was mean and he was ugly
he drank to stay alive
Kindness was a word he'd say
just before he spit
happiness was just for people
who were full of sh*t
he was feelin' mighty mighty
in his ugly ugly head
he got half way down the driveway
before the police shot him dead
In the office of the coroner
they stripped his body nude
though he was still long on ugly
he was short on attitude
he had a lot of tattoos
that were covered up in blood
one said make it whiskey
one said Elmer Fudd
Did you write this poem?
No mz. It's part of a song that I didn't write called "No Ass Tattoos in Heaven"
ha its so good, heres something i wrote this summer, sucks compared to u guys':
LIFE
As you go on you will see
all the trouble life can be
all the paths that you must take
all the choices you must make
as you can see that life is hard
it is as a house of cards
being careful with every step
going deck by deck
ounce finished and achieved
true glory is received
rushing every step
can result in true regret
all this over a little toy
it strips you of your joy
just as life does to us
little things are of are greatest fuss
we must slow down and enjoy the things we got
some have a little and some a lot
you only live ounce and that's it
live every day to its fullest
and express your emotions so
the ones you care about always know
life is a problem thats for sure
happiness is life's only cure
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