NEW POEMS ADDED                                                                                       

Wow, so you're on my dull page, thankyou. My name's Leanne and I'm 16 years old. I've made this site so I can share some of my dark poems with the world!

I'm from Birmingham, UK just to say and I love the lyrical, cultural genred disfunctional jam.

Please do not copy them because if found, it's illegal and law will call.

Anyway, I play piano, and I've been writing poems for about 6 years now, I would love to be a poet for career, but hey, I do have bad luck. Hmm, I'm a vegan, unique, have a job, go Sutton College interested in Astrology and love meeting awesome people.

My love for music is nearly the same as my love for poetry, my favourite bands are:

• The Dresden Dolls, Bright Eyes, Devotchka, Vendetta Red, Arcade Fire, Eels, Mab, etc.

I apologise, I haven't updated for time but now it's going to change!

                                     
Find me at: http://www.myspace.com/voodoo_spirit or http://www.myspace.com/poetryofemotion (being built)

                       hypahuni@hotmail.com

Bringing the World to It's Knees

Grazed down by a few kisses, a few levels
just to show that the little things exist.
Earthlings, they painted its knees in
black, blue and purple bruise, picturesque through
a paradise, just what the one legged voodoo  
priest issued and prescribed, there was no room
for no fist.

Aching, sprained and battered, blood clattered into
a clot with siren and issue, the love was blue,
community was black and the purple was forever
changing, I suppose the purple resembles you,
name of world, name: the low-class sucker twisting
with our boning and vein as we brang you down to
blooming wonderland, the land of f***ed up reality
where grasshoppers played the banshee, where you hurt
badly, terribly, but still amusing, shame, shamed
abusing love on you, shamed badly in bone picturesque
like your bruise posing to posess the grass on your
left, right, one legged leg?

The Trend of Weaponary

Ashes, in the sea, scattered.
Routes lost on the , motorway,
down farm roads, dead end.
Casts, stricken headlights for
crashed car, a bitter bend.
Blown up cargo shot from
the bullet, just,
just a trend.

Playing word,

Next to issue, but,

None are heard.

So there, gone on blood spite,

Taking chord from a suicidal height,

The flying set of warning,

Leads story book with fight,

And, rhyming, To our delight.

Pilot pictured my work of art, to which,

I stole from you,

Why not, bruise me up, let the swelling start,

Go on, black eye. I dare you.

Give me a shattered punch,

Because, really, I'm just no good,

Push me down a flight of stairs,

Go on. I think you should.

I'm your cast of a low life,

No heart has been broken by me,

So yes, a knife in your hand,

Stab it in me, 1, 2, 3.

A glass, broken,

Pierced pain into my foot,

A door, of a candy store,

On a sunday, SHUT,

A heart, Setting gift,

of  a princess, Called LOVE,

My death, of enquiry,

Set in heaven, And ABOVE

By gastly, set a damned,

to a tanning, I must,

For its Gods day, leave a message,

but only, if you TRUST.

Where a prince layed a pauper,

Mighty difference, But not,

As you're judging, drinking whisky,

Earth shaking, your thought, plot,

Because a banking set beside you,

Raised all two hands, to,

your throat,

Your character of an alcoholic,

Turned me into sudden ghost,

And, you're bleeding,

Setting standard,

Of half a rosey flu,

Crying out for the poor,

But, they're out begging, Just like you.

Teapot chattering,

While a sea meets blue,

As bloody as a lullaby,

This shilling still hates you,

And, you write it as a bible fact,

To never mess with money,

But penny drop of sickened sound,

says, too late,

You're too late honey.

Back, with force of gentle kind,

to catch the note.

You have to find.

Withdrawn by ground,

you can't escape,

the penny debt pay,

or it'll make a sound,

no wait, it will destroy you,

despise of what you've done,

So, you used to be a vicar,

but now. You're GONE.

Wedding dress, yes,

certainly,

you're groom is ready,

hold him up, please,

i want to run,

away from church, flee,

but, i don't want,

want him to know,

so,

hold him up,

and i can go.

Grooving, I'm not improving,

replying, still,

you're not understanding,

but them,

they're overpowering, a structure,

we're observing,

him, her, the waitor serving,

and other,

another, and,

everyone is learning,

you understand,

understanding?

To which,

my tears are making a bed for themself.

Kicking me out of mine,

they're ruining my health,

and, can you see,

it's medication time.

Drink up, spinny head, of the darling dizzy.

Feeling drunk,

and, i'm crying pity.

Tut tut, it's an autumn spring,

Where the leaves, well,

they are the lightening,

and summer, this,

summer is being,

an ass,

as winter, is losing, its higher, upper class.

Flowers are pleading.

Digging depressively like a night without moon,

Encountered by stars,

Quit,

Noon will come soon.

Time is eleven,

Stroke longer on 5,

55 'til warewolf time,

And, good,

We're still alive,

Vampire through forest, may come out,

like a knife.

Stabbing teeth into neck,

And, bad luck,

you've finished life...