Pointless

Autumn leaves fall from the sky,
i look at them and want to die.
silver spoons and silver trees,
kill me now i'm on my knees.
my heart is racing but the beat is done,
what is life without the sun.
time is up don't be a fool,
life is pointless harsh and cruel.
the pain is gone, i'm finaly free,
i miss you now... C'est le vie

i know it... i love you

life seeming incomplete
mind screaming running feet
dark corners where to turn
curse my infernal yurn
body aches for the feel
fate seems to seal
must want but can't acheive
fuming now start to seethe
body soul grows restless
omg you leave me breathless
chest is burning hard breath
trapped by your veth
my soul bleeds for your touch
come close not asking much
no stay away it can't be true
stay far away i know i love you
hate for your own good
for me please say you would

love and lost?

it is said its better to have loved and lost than to never
have loved at all. i have trouble believing this statement.
hundreds of ppl commit or attempt to commit suicide all the
time because of their lost love. so what would ppl consider in
that particular position? is it better to have loved and killed
yourself than to have never loved at all? if they never loved
then they would still be alive now wouldn't they. also many ppl
who lose a love and don't commit suicide just break down and lose
their life completly. not everyone can just get up and walk off
something so seriously damaging. its better to love and never lose
than to not love at all. loosing your love is like the tearing of
ones soul, there's just no getting over that. and for all those
who have had that happen to them i hope with all my being you find
love again, for nothing can compare to the cold emptyness thats
inside of you.

loss and revenge

down the ally dark street
jumped robbed inocent man beat
blue lights flash yellow tape up
fathers had his final sup
wife in tears broken down
soon she's gone out of town
killers hide drunk with fear
knowing judgments getting near
policman say they'll handle it
two days give up and quit
nothing matches a sons wrath
walking such a vengfull path
finds them one by one
murders till the murderings done
he's found his own sense of justice
his sword of truth doesn't miss

pain

the pain that throbs from within
comes from so much sin
golden clock ticking upon the wall
strike at twelve begins to fall
shattered glass peircing scream
life ripping at the seam
searing guilt floods out
gentle husband begins to shout
craze terror running in the street
looking down simple wife is beat
blood spilt agony stalls
children thrown from the falls
all quiet no noise
hate seekers finding poise
people turn look in fear
bloody carnage brings a tear
hand in hand pray together
violence no more no not ever
pact sealed all fun
coming out the beautiful sun

*RaiN*

for me i find the rain to be magic
i can't explain the emotional aspect of it
it sooths me when i'm angry or upset
calming me with the soft pit pat upon the ground
it brings with it a freshness in the air
that calls out beauty and peace
sometimes i will walk outside and lay down
letting the gentle drops of wonder wash away my sorrow
it leaves a cool cornicopia of joy and pleasure
never ceasing to leave a smile upon my face
occasionaly just staring out across a lake in the rain
wanting to gently slide into the water and float
feeling the drops upon my body
relaxing my mind and soul being at peace
i wish it would rain everyday
i would sit in a green valley free of worry forever

the road

an empty road that leads me nowhere
i travel it in hopes of finding her.
the woman i gave my heart and soul
but she doesn't love me anymore.
i told her i could change and adjust
but she said it was to late and left.
she didn't tell me where she would go
so i walk this long winding road.
in the small hope of finding her
and making her love me once again.
people say i'm wasting my life
but it makes no difference since i'm empty
so onward i travel down this empty winding road.

i have no name for it

what is a rose without its color,
just a dead flower

what is a cloud without the sky,
just a waste of space

what is a golden harp without is lovely sound,
just a broken instrument

what is a poem without words,
just an empty peice of paper

what is a ring without a stone,
just cold metal

what is a beach without the ocean,
just a hot desert

and what is my life without you,
pure misery

a lil bit of ecstasy

smooth skin soft eyes
tangeled bedroom cries
shaking beds no sleep
spontanious moment made to keep
skin on skin this auspicious fight
hot sexy summer night

the inside

i find myself intruiged with the dark side of things
plunged into a black hole i seem to be
and darkness is all i can see

my mind sees the worst of things
always finding death and pain
enough to drive one insane

growing older terrifies me
i feel as if i'm plunged into a sea of the worst sort
as my body starts to change and contort

there is only one thing i know for sure
the only thing keeping my heart from the blue
i love you

<3

your of the angels decent you must be,
basic brown eyes entrap me.
lips look so soft so very pure,
one kiss and ide love you for sure.
delicate smooth skin i ache to touch,
a gentelmans manners prevent such.
angelic voice that makes one stop and start,
sing and you'll recieve my heart.
dark hair that flows with the wind
please say your not just my friend.
one look from you takes my breath away,
all i want is for you to stay.
but walk away i know you will,
your heart i can not fill.
people speak of love at first sight,
is this a thing i should fight?
for i know i love thee,
and only with you do i want to be.

questions of life

what can it mean to be touched by an angel?


do the angels really envy us
what would their touch bring.
would it be the blessing of a higher power,
or the hatred of envy in a touch of death or punishment.

why should any human be envied?

havn't we killed our brothers for no reason,
raped women for revenge in war, and slaughterd tiny children.
we cheat steal and drink our life away
brought together only through selfish hopeless thoughts
we hate to love and love to hate


can a person change there stars?

ive seen first hand beating and death
i have felt the coldness that only comes from sleeping on the street
ive seen those i love shot broken and stabbed
yet i still push forward and find new hope.
but does hope find me? ive found no source of it...

can we love?

we walk through life unaware of most around us
not seeing or ignoring or not caring of those who we know love us
most find one person who they think is there one.
but is it... is it the right choice... who are we to say
we have trouble choosing wt kind of cheese to put on our food
how can we be sure of the right person to be with.
if you follow your heart your not using your head
and if your using your head your not following your heart.
love is unreal