Everything about poems
So, I got a job. It’s pretty cool, the thought that I won’t be home all day.
It’s hard being here 24/7, but I’m persistent and strong. I try to look at things in a brighter aspect. I try to move forward.
It’s not a CEO of a Fortune 500 company, but this new job means a lot to me. It gives me a chance to succeed in life, and that’s all I really want right now.
Thank you guys for reading my poems. The “likes” mean a lot to me.
You claim to be my love
Deep inside, you hurt me
Tearing out my eyes
Just to see the light
You never even cared
Or questioned who I am
You hurt my pride
And confused my life
Like pillars, we’ll lift you
Up, our youngest brother.
You mean so much to us and
We will protect you at
All cost. Although it rains, and
Other days it does not, I will
Love you until the end.
Revelations is eternal; the
Spoken Word of
Jesus Christ is not absurd
I feel it near; His holy tears
What I wanted and sought after were
Of sin; the beast’s way
He is known well, and He is true;
He can cleanse your soul or
Take throw one to Hell.
Tock of the clock, a ticking in my
Brain, and harder than
Rock is His
Hand.
Block the serpent’s tongue;
Do not
Have fear;
The bell has rung.
He wills away your pain and
Suffering like time throws man
To the
Wayside
I just want to be purified; I
Do not want the serpent’s lie.
A cross to bare; His cross to shield.
As I turn into a monster,
I feel the agony of my
Bones being broken and expanded.
My heart pounds and veins split.
Twist and turn goes my spine and there is
Immense pain.
Burning within, I feel a fire ready to
Burst.
The Devil is unleashed and he
Calls himself: Mr. Hyde.
All of his anger
Appeals to my soul, and it won’t
Subside. Losing the battle,
I have become him; we are
One; I was myself, but now
I am Mr. Hyde.
Drowning inside, he wants to
Play. I feel monstrous.
I am an infant under his power.
His nocturnal needs become incarnate, and call out to me; I felt pain.
I feel animosity.
As darkness turns the day, I realize I
Can not pray.
The tune that was written for you; it is
Always filled with creatures.
You haunt me like I adore you and
You want something within me.
Like fireflies, which hypnotize, I
Often wonder, “Will she rise?”
The piano plays itself
As I run my fingers down my face.
I hurt because I want you and I
Know I can not
Grasp your charm.
Dawn comes to claim me
And I feel your Presence; your face and
Being are
Beautiful;
Your’ winged essence’ is of eternity.
Like a curse, you tear me to pieces.
As the glow of the sun
Illuminates the sky,
I cry …
For you. For myself, I scream.
My sweet angel,
How far you have
Fallen
Determining the light.
I am lost inside, but I try
To be fine.
How will I ever know
If you’re wanting to consider me?
It is hard, for you,
Not to die.
Rest in peace, my love.
Our hearts
Forever.
The above poem is one of my strongest yet; it is to be featured in a new collection of mine, which will be released next month.
Ville Valo plays a huge part in my life. His music gets me through every day.
A woman is like a star, in that
She is brighter than her Predecessor
Her beautiful ways, and
Her pretty face make up
All that she is.
Confused, alone, and full of
Fear, she may
Burst, and just like a
Tear.
All that she knows, and all that she is
Culminate into one.
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