Wiseman

You keep talking of legend and lore,
Oh do shut up! your such a bore.
Open your mouth and let out a roar,
Close your nose and try to snore.

Take that sword and learn to dance,
No, dont get into your freaky trance.
Vice and versa is your life,
Its nice in bed with your wife.

On and on and on you drone,
why make me pay without a loan?
I crawl and claw out of the room,
Over your head, a dancing broom.

Hug and hump and hog yourself,
Put your body on a shelf.
I'l take her home, your bonnie lass,
Dont you worry, i hid your head in the trash.

Blood Rose

Drip - drop, drip - drop it hits the floor,
Mixing with unholy flour.
I mix and ground and put it in a mold.
It shines brighter than a bar of gold.

I leave the wound to drip and bleed,
Roll out the barrel of old mead.
The tables set and the bride is here,
Unseen darkness coming near.

I get the knife, you hold my head,
The unheard words have been said.
The knife is through and i am dead,
On me they lay the flower of dread.

Schizo

I scream and shout cuz im scared,
You look cute, long legs wide spread.
Yet dont lie to me, I aint dead,
Close your eyes and I'l fill you with dread.

Dont come to me, you smell of sweat,
Theres blood and guts in your bread.
A little awkward, yet dont swear,
Pointless convo's , Crappy wear.

Dont do the things i do like,
Mess your hair without a spike.
Scream in joy and shout in pain,
Have your bath in the rain.

I'm messing with your head,
Cold dark nights, heavy as lead.
Now quit this game and look at me,
Open your eyes and let me see.

Senseless Lie

Stick out your tongue and try to sing,
Pick up the the phone before it begins to ring.
Lift your hands and punch the air,
Screaming, be lost in the rear.

Put the gun to your head,
Hear the bang in your ear.
Pull of your skin and pretend its shed,
Jump off a cliff at low gear.

Drink your piss and think its beer,
Try to grin when your scared.
Take a knife and think of it as a spear,
Go and lick an unshaven beard.

When you do this i will pray,
Scream and shout because your gay.
I'l take a knife and poke your eye,
I end this poem with a lie.

Reaper's List

Silent, Unnerving and dark at times,
The air is rent with your unheard cries.
Nails dig deep into flesh,
These wounds of mine are still fresh.

Claw out and take this heart,
Sing to it, Lines forgot.
Lore and legend lost in the past,
This world of light, in dark contrast.

You may live and yet be dead,
Walking alone, filled with dread.
This life of creepers and tangled twine,
The clock is ticking, your time or mine?

Hang me or keep my head on a guillotine,
This sweet death is yours, not mine.
They dont even know you exist,
For your names only on my list.

Unwritten

Im so silent while the world is singing,
those piercing words are still stinging.
just simple words that make and break,
tiny things i do for your sake.

simple to crush and walk away,
but if i begged, would you stay?
it doesnt mean that i'l be with you,
i only care for them, its true.

the simple things you dont see,
im happily lost in this sea.
all the things that are never said,
they lie at the bottom, quietened and dead.

Change has come and your are different,
i have closed up and my heart is spent.
the words arent heard anymore,
never will there be such a lore.

Points Of Change

The authors riting this as he sits on his bed in the darkness in his room, his face lit by the light of the lappy. The reason he writes is because after a long time, indeed it seems like decades has he realised that he doesnt write for others to read, but for himself to breath.As he writes it, he takes a break to get up and switch on the light(the darkness was getting to him). Also, he takes out a moment to tell the grim reaperess that he loves her, its important to him that she knows.Her being there, now, at this moment in his life, it means the world to him, to have her with him, to have someone who understands him, who loves him, it means the world to him.Today he's been a fool, not a normal one, not a massive one, nor a dumb one, but a fool nonetheless, a depressed fool.
There are times when the author is a fool like this, when he forgets what some people mean to him, when he thinks of only himself, of his problems, his troubles and his heart and this is when he pushes them away, all of them, creating barriers, creating walls around himself. Even though he regrets it all later, at that moment he doesnt feel, he doesnt see, but later he crawls back to them, back to them on his knees and they still take him back, much like you people too, you always still come to me, even though i come and go and never tell when i go, and this is what makes the author realize that how important you all are, how important those people are, how very very important she is and all he can do is thank you all. Its inadequate i know, but thats all he can do, so sincerely, lovingly I THANK YOU ALL!. Each and every single one of you, every single special person in my life, and i dont promise that i wont be a fool again, nor do i promise that i'l never go away again. But, i do promise, i'l be back always, as long as you take me back, i'l always keep coming back.
The author would like to thank Blackmyst3ry, Flowie, Arty, BK, Krit, Hot fudge and every other person who has stood by this blog. He wishes you all feel good after reading this, and that Arty continues to be funny and that all of you are happy.
*Big Hugzzzz to everyone

Cry

I have seen pain,
I have stood alone in the rain.
I have seen a happy man cry,
All a part of this one big lie.

Some say, somethings not right,
Others say im out of my mind.
And yet I alone will know whats right,
A lucky one to escape these binds.

when alone, in my heart, I sing,
sometimes this madness is hard to believe.
Rite now i wanna go tra la la ling ling,
for tonight i'l think of you as im sleeping





sorry for bearing with this one, one of the crappiest poems by the author.......

Sillyness

I sit here and silently write,
to try and ease my troubled mind.
Sitting alone, with my thoughts to fight,
A little bored, as my mind i grind.

I wish to dance and sing and sway,
A wish to walk on an unpaved way.
To take a knife and beat a sword,
to find the needle in a rampaging herd.

I think of her sitting here,
I wish i could bite her ear.
My brothers sleeping on my side of the bed,
im thinking how large is his head.

Im talking to a friend who's sweet,
yet she must work, just so she may eat.
They took my phone and put it to charge,
I wish my stupid house had a garage.

These silly things dance through my head,
But, "Silly is sweet" i always said.
So now i prance about the house,
while they sleep, I chase an imaginary mouse.

Riveries of thoughts in the bus

I laugh out loud in my head,
Smiling out in vain.
With open eyes i feel so dead,
I poke myself to feel the pain.

To the world i am insane,
And yet this troubled mind is so sane.
Far away in my thoughts i seem,
My eyes feel vacant of their gleam.

Sitting here i think of her as i sway,
So close to me, yet so far away.
Silently i pray i was dead,
Just so i could fly away to her.