I'm not big on poems but heres at lest something.
*UPDATE*: Lately I''ve been writing a lot so it's going to start pileing up.
"Sadness"
My Heart is broken of dark sadness
unable to heal and unable to feel .,
I feel I've lost something I loved
I feel I want to cry
I feel I want to die
but I write this instead.
"The Vampire"
I see him lingering in the darkness
waiting for his next victem as he
Still Cleaning blood from his last kill.......
"The Day Dreamer"
What started as a dream
is now a realidy
what was a reaildy
is now a fairytale
what was a fairy tale
is now a horror story
what was a horror story
is now........
nothing more then a Dream!!!!!!!!
"Home?"
Home!.
What is home?
Is it warm and cozy or cold and drafty?
Where is home?
Is it a Famliy house? or is it a crack hole apartment?
If home is where the heart is.
Then is it a warm heart or a cold heart?
Is it even safe?
If feeling Safe is knowing your okay
then one of the way of showing it
is curling up in to a ball with your favorite doll
or in another case your the doll in the safe arms of your Dark Prince.
"Bond And Tied"
These tears of blood I shed thow the years,
all night and day bond and tied in a cage,
crying and screaming in a rage;
I don't want to be scared any more , I to be free!!!
"Suicide notes"
Dear: Who ever gives a shit,
Lately life hasn't been good ,
my only friend is pack of ravor blades and I'm useing one right now!
AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
I put a gun to my head like a emo kid
I slit my wriste from lift to right.
or
I hang myself from a noose at night.
or maybe
I just might jump from my faverite window wondering if I can take flight.
'cause these or my suicide notes.
now I'm bleeding all over the the place and I'm feeling faint unable to stand with eyes filled with tears I grab a knife and continue to stab myself AGAIN!
GRRRR!AAAAHHH!!!!!
I put a gun to my head like a emo kid
I slit my wriste from lift to right.
or
I hang myself from a noose at night.
or maybe
I just might jump from my faverite window wondering if I can take flight.
'cause these or my Fuckin' suicide notes.
Fuck it! I'll just bleed to death
Feeling weak and dizzie from the stabbing with hands dripping with blood I write this note as breathe my last breath. Even if you wanted to stop me too FUCKING LATE! 'CAUSE BY THE TIME YOU FUCKIN' READ THIS I'M ALREADY FUCKIN' DEAD!..... *BANG!* *BLOOD SPATTER*
~Some poor angery emo kid~
"Feel"
My feeling is cold, cold as death.
As the sickness runs through my veins as if it was blood feeling the
pain deep inside eating away at me need to be healed.....
That hug ,that that touch ,that thing that feels good ,
That feeling that's warm as hot cocoa as that feeling of being healed deep in my veins
As a the touch of his warm body touches my ice cold skin.
"Healed Stitches"
My stitches are healed from all these years
of torturement and pain ,now I feel okay as I can be 'cause the closeness of
another is my fix .,Together we lay in a coffen as one awaiting to have more fun .making new wonds on owr
flesh by biteing and scaching , cutting and stabbing 'till the blood starts to flow down to the floor.
I would cut some more but is his lust something I should trust?
Maybe ,but no., plus at this point my stitches are now sore .,Anyway.....
~"Stitched up Heart!"~
These hateful people try to hurt me bring me down & brake me so then....
I just think to myself another cut another fix , another wond to stitch on my stitched up heart that forever beats,
stuck in a spider web these assholes leave me scare to say something back are thay might hurt me again,
but when thay do......
I just say another cut nother fix ,another wond to stitch in my stitched up heart that forever beats.