As I said on the 'about me' page. This site is to host 'all' forms of my art. Please enjoy and tell me what you think. Please don't steal, all of my art work has been copyrighted on other sites as well as this one.
Hear me cry See me Die You want to know why? Because, no matter how hard I tried, It was all pointless. Striving to become the perfect one for you. It feels like a lie, For through it all I lost myself. The Me you knew was true. Looking back, there were some good times. But only a few. One thing I know, I'm not happy, nor sad. Emotions are not shown. This could be depicted as good or bad. All I ask is no more pain. Emptiness Is Nothing-ness So I'm just as well presumed dead! ------- Art of Poetry
And in the end, I've got nothing to gain.
Poetry, the essence of art
feeling,thoughts, and everyday life
flowing together or torn apart
by God's hand, or Death's scythe
The essence found in words alone
for they paint a picture to call home
a picture so vivid so vivid it's real
everything from sight, smell, and what you feel
so fascinating that it is no longer fantasy
anything can give the essence of life...
Poetry..the work of art
believe anything from angels, to true love,
anything you can think of.
Anyone can escape if you just believe
escaping reality,to be, be the true me
This my friend is known as poetry
now the only thing you need is your heart
write poetry
and be free
......It is the essence of ART!
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It's a word that is hardly ever understood
many people think they know it
for some it is found
others just don't care.
Many people think they know it
striving to find the meaning of love
others just don't care
looking to hard in many others
striving to find the meaning of love
true happiness is never found
looking to hard in many others
feelings become of lose and disappointment
true happiness is never found
unless you keep hope, and love will find you
feelings become of lose and disappointment
the more you wait, days go by
unless you keep hope and love will find you
true happiness you will also find
the more you wait, days go by
some find it at different times
true happiness you will also find
many are jealous of what you have
some find it at different times
but others try to take it away
many are jealous of what you have
why won't they just leave you alone
but others try to take it away
it's a word that is hardly ever understood.
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It's something of existance
It's something really small
You hardly even notice it
hardly even at all
Then you begin to notice,
It's that voice inside you head.
Keeps bringing thoughts
Like making people dead
You really are ashaimed
of what you think about.
but you try to live your life
without any dought
but you have to understand
why it is you think this way
look at all you've been threw
.....Their ALL going to PAY.
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It walks and lives in the dark
from corner to corner, leaving it's mark
Bodies laying in pieces, cut and maimed
not a face to be seen or claimed.
It only lives to take lives,
finding passion in making victims die.
Not just watching excites it.
but giving them a slow death bi by bit.
It sits and watches you.
Learning your schedule from nine to noon.
Everything from giving your wife flowers,
or just taking a nice shower.
It doesn't matter if you child or man.
Just that it kills because it can.
but before you die,
It's always the question 'why'?
Well..Lets see.
It wants to take everything you have that it did not succeed.
Especially love, friends or just seeing you in a shopping line.
Now it snatches you up, torchering you for days at a time.
everyday it comes with a new devise,
cutting you or experimenting once or twice.
As you scream,
It just happily gleams.
Now you try to escape, but it's just not fate.
You get in the car, but it will not start.
Then it stabs you in the heart.
Once again leaving it's mark.