Poetry Pages

[/b]Thy eyes, Remain Stained, Forgoing immersion into the depths of some dying soul, Purging a contemporary analysis of some spirit, Glazed with a poison, So that the very cells of man become corrupt, A hand of immolation and omnipotence, Etches runes of sacred nothingness, Into a heart unworthy, As...

Why do I keep thinking,
[indent][/indent]That this game will soon be won,
[indent][/indent][indent][/indent]The victor is unheard of,
[indent][/indent][indent][/indent][indent][/indent]Because it's what i'll never become.

If i Died Today, Would their be sighs of grief, Or would their be sighs of relief, In this life worth dying for, It doesn't matter if you sick or poor, Would there be less waves crashing against an ocean shore, Or would there just be more? Who would cry? I never did get to say goodbye. I can't come...

Haha thank you very much. Comments are always appriciated! I felt like as i was writing this up, there was a sort of comical tone to it. Funny how things turn out!

You've got a hook in my mouth. Your the last tie I have to break, To seal my past in a safe. I'll find new friends, Maybe just like you. I summon my last bit of strength for forgiveness, To forgive all that has happened, At the expense of self-loatheing. I put this pain onto myself, To secure my fut...

I enjoyed this poem very much :D...I believe that this poem portrays more than just a moment of agony and pain for a person, but also conveys the ups and downs of life. Everyone will feel like that eventually in their life and I could really connect to the feeling. LIKE :D

I really enjoyed the poem. Quick writes are fun to make sometimes. Just be careful, because an undying lust could possibly end up to be too much.

The air punishes me with misery, I hate what i've become, I've become what I hate, Time runs trapped through my veins, Piece of mind is my the peace of my mind, I search but never find, My shadow is a diet of my mind, I spit disdraught love, I stare at the sun and see more of reality, I fall throug...

My thoughts, a plague onto the world A sword, Placed in a flame will begin to forge into a weapon, Staunch and Unyielding, If the sword is taken out before completed, It will never be prepared to face what is to come, The heat and despair of battle, Let the sword smolder and burn, Smash it against ...

Comments very much appriciated...

Whatever happened must have been hard man i feel you on that. Trying to not let it get to you is hard as hell. Still trying to find a way.