Deep Poetry for Thursday, April 14, 2011

Life is a dream sometimes it is happy sometimes it cries Life could heal, but it could kill too. I've been cutting inside; wounds crying everytime. Blood pouring down like red wine falling from the sky. A puddle of blood that is in delight Darkness has been around me like a companion. I wonder what my place in life. so i ask myself 'is it for pain and misery? ' or 'is it to just roam around within the abyss and the lunacy of darkness? ' Knives would slash like cutting a twig in half. This is... Sign in to see full entry.

Who Do I Follow I felt like a animal lost from its herd Lonely. Sitting in the wild, waiting to get eaten So lost Not knowing what to do Which direction do I go? Who shall I follow? Who should I look up to now? Who is going to protect me? A lot of questions But I knew I’d never get an answer He’s gone Will I see him again? That questions up for grabs Sign in to see full entry.

T he walls shudder, The window taps. The wind whistles, The shutter flaps, Lighting flashes So wild, So bright. I don't think we'll Find any sleep tonight. The cats scatter, And the window shakes To the thud and thunder That August makes. The lamps all flicker With the thickening hush As the wind In it's driving, And natural rush Draws on the lantern And drinks in its light, Bathing this small Empty room In its pale Shell of night. The ceiling trembles, And the thunder booms, With small wisps of... Sign in to see full entry.