Short Poems

April 16^th 2005

This 'book' will have all my short poems. They having no real place in any of the other books, and just short. It will/may also have haiku's and stuff around those lines.

Loud Eyes

Eyes are now open.
No tears for once silent eyes,
'cause now they are loud.

Road of Finding

The sun is rising.
All of nature is breathing,
and He is with me.

As the hard road ends
I learn who I truely am,
with God at my side.

Insanity Is

Sanity does not exist.
Might as well not be a word.

Insanity is everything and all.
We are it and it is us.

It can not live without us.
We cannot live without it.

Time would be boring if we could.
Life would no longer know love.

Conscience's Basement

Locked, in the dark, in the mind.
Blind, in the shadows, in the heart.
Deaf, in the gloom, in the soul.
Silent, in my conscience's basement.

Cycle

A tragic cycle.
Die a thousand
times a day.
Reborn once
every decade.

Deadly You

Your voice - poisonous vibrations.
Your touch - deadly sensations.
Your eyes - cutting penetrations.
Your love - funeral arrangements.

Death By Reality

You killed my fantasy.
Took me back to realism.
Braught me to my knees,
and you killed me with reality.

Like A Rose...

Like a rose...
So soft and beautiful,
and so sweet to the nose.
And just like a rose,
you know just when to strike,
with thorns so sharp.
It's so easy to make me bleed.

Like Salt On A Wound...

Like salt in a wound...
You continue to hurt,
continue to stay fresh,
and open for infection.

Pleasurable Hate

I taste it, feel it, smell it...
The blood from a miserable life.
I want it, need it, dream it...
The sound of those agonizing crys.
I love it, hate it, worship it...
The person that lives inside.

Ride

Just enjoy the ride of life.
It's the only way to make it.
Otherwise you'll die before it's time.
So hop on and take the crashes as they come

Silken Threads

The threads of time tie me up,
never letting me move at my own pace,
and I feel dragged by these silken threads.
For such softness they sure bring alot of pain.

Tease

Oh you breeze,
you're such a tease
with your playful touch.
You make me blush
in such a rush.
Shhh...I think I've got a crush.

Tepid

Hot passion, to enjoyable.
Bold, to barely timid.
Loving, to just caring.
This love has become so tepid.

Tide Of Fear

Battle the tide of fear.
Don't go under,
or you'll drown.
It's a powerful force.
Ment to crush.
Wipe you out,
and keep you down.

Unexpected

You hurt 'till you wish for death.
Then you love 'till you beg for life,
and then you die before you want too.

We Rot

Repect...lost.
Trust...destroyed.
Friendship...crossed.
Love...killed.

Rotting in the grave we dug.

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