Your sticks and stones Can’t break my bones I can never be pushed around Your filthy plans And hollow demands
Awhile ago I began work on a third concept series. The Hero Of Time concept series doesn’t count. It’s more of an extra little side series. This third and new series will be titled Walk...
Desolation takes the throne Now the realization grows strong Misery has opened my eyes But can I keep them open for long… Agony above reproach
Break the chains that hold you dow… Escape the pain Come with me now Endless routine Gray way of living
You’re such a slippery little devi… Slithering all around my soul Corrupting it with harmless evil The walls cave in as you try to pu… Throw me in
A walk along this graveyard path Causes reflection to old times When life was full of light, no wr… When people used to look on high Corrupt ambitions tied the noose
There’s always a test, always a tr… You must take the chance No place for denial You shouldn’t expect any easy rout… If you can’t work hard
How much more can this body take Before the stress devours it whole… I know for sure I’ll make a mista… Then plunging into a state of dull I’m losing the strength to hold my…
Submerged in deep unneeded waters Buried under the cold darkened dir… In the dark of this pool I cannot… How the short time of this grave w… Stop and pull me back out
Endlessly dreaming of love Though not the form I desire With those I do care for and love If I said I didn’t, I would be a… These dreams taunting me
I’ve recently been having trouble starting any new poems. I’ve also been having trouble finding things to write about. With this difficulty going on, I’ve contemplated on just not writ...
I’ve been pierced once again And again, I must hide my face Fragility, why must you get the be… You’ve asked if I’m alright And again, I must lie to your fac…
I feel the weakness coming on It’s getting stronger everyday What I have left will soon be gon… I find it hard to say that I have… You’re all that I’m needing
Fake rituals Performed by blind fools Cutting away at their dead flesh Their bleeding worthless Afraid to be judged
It’s been some time since I’ve posted something on Poeticous. I haven’t been very inspired to write anything lately, and I don’t like that, but I feel like it’s just now starting to com...