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Post by themirrorthief on May 8, 2019 17:44:49 GMT -5
drifting into smoke and sky a place of death very near close at hand the new machines that ride the clouds spit bullets and chaos young pilots fight and die they burn and scream and sometimes triumph to live another day another mad but really very exciting day and those nights!!
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Post by themirrorthief on May 19, 2019 21:57:52 GMT -5
yes Bob was a bit crazy thank the lord for that normal people are boring is there any doubt he played with swords and gun with his fists and words with the words he was elite his dark imagination leaped onto each page desperate with hate and rage filled with legend and dreams blood and death screams life was a mystery to him It seemed much better to dream and he drew us along with his bewitching song sounds of strife and battle men dying like cattle he found in himself something right then he drifted away far away like some long ago sleepless night
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Post by themirrorthief on May 19, 2019 21:59:15 GMT -5
sorry for the typos..no editing today kids
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Post by themirrorthief on May 27, 2019 20:59:07 GMT -5
brown water dripping from my nails the source of life water and blood the source of joy dreams realized and never fading cooling under the cold sun pressing hard against my skin screaming loud inside my head dreams of life a life of dreams spilling quickly forming a stream lay me down to sleep and muse tomorrow is forever but it goes and comes again until
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Post by themirrorthief on May 27, 2019 21:00:58 GMT -5
I bet I could write a real poem if I had something to inspire me rather than depress me and make me feel like a fool
read the poem before this one, its real but not reality like this one
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Post by themirrorthief on May 28, 2019 21:51:28 GMT -5
why cant I stop writing this stuff? its like farting in the wind
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Post by themirrorthief on May 28, 2019 22:55:52 GMT -5
the world is confused rife with evil everyone in a fog near madness delight in destruction Im afraid for the children they are so alone parents consumed by something dark restless and diseased they move to fast their souls dipped in blackness or at least a bitter shade of grey so disappointed not knowing why so aimless and lost cant see a damned thing I must plow over my blindness seek my deliverance bath in a light that shines somewhere and beckons but are we really so few I just cant say for certain and Im not forever
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Post by themirrorthief on May 28, 2019 22:57:21 GMT -5
I want to heal myself...prob never happen tho...to self absorbed....I hope my poems suck a little less than before...its so hard ...I bet Emily Dickinson and REH never really healed themselves...no they didnt
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Post by themirrorthief on May 28, 2019 23:00:01 GMT -5
m so full of shit, cant help myself...people say im soft in the head...hell yeah
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Post by themirrorthief on May 31, 2019 23:43:28 GMT -5
the seven winds that control the mind predict the future and sing divine her scent is lovely my love my queen and I devote to thee this mad little rhyme
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 1, 2019 23:50:59 GMT -5
real poets have to suffer a lot just my opinion
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 5, 2019 16:15:17 GMT -5
that made no sense you idiot
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 7, 2019 21:59:27 GMT -5
this is not the world where people are nice its a world of self absorbed individuals just looking for whatever they can get even tho they have no clue what that could possibly be Im not perfect either Im twisted I twisted myself into a knot trying to please trying to solve trying to cure trying to understand until I have become sick angry disillusioned with it ALL no one liked the nice person use them all you can that seems to be the new golden rule not feeling sorry for myself you see not really it makes me sad when its all so corrupt hearts broken and healed incorrectly children turned bad by parents so confused its so hard to love it makes you a target so I will just slither on
the poor hated snake who just wants to be
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 7, 2019 22:02:17 GMT -5
I wanted to say more but the words come hard tonight...
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 11, 2019 0:48:04 GMT -5
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