WaitingForLife

No feelings:Not evil, not kind;No limits, no ceilings.His body an instrument, His training the musician;His thoughts does the icy steel supplement,His instincts guiding his desicion.Twist and twirl,Ke

He swoops in with a predator's grin.Sweeps her of her feetwith his charms and guile.He conceals his fangsbehind a mask of love,waiting for an opening,waiting for the ambush he lies,stalking ...

I am smooth as velvet pure;akin to a smoky breath,my taste runs darker than rum.I'm a fragrance rejectedby the spectrum of seven.Cimmerian crashing wavesin the deepest dusk of day,painted on ...

Crisp scent of bitter chill Crackle of frost broken Small tracks of padded feet Treading the steepest route Young pride truly foolish The eager sniff of nose Quick snort ...

A Prayer of UnderstandingAngry shouts and scorching flame,Pounding feet and steely fangs;My bloody paws strike the sand.Lengthened shadows all aroundCast by the flickering moon.I stumble through trees

so funny.i'm laughing.sarcasm seethes off tongue,i hope it scalds on the way;emotion wreathed in flame,ruins picture-perfect day.come break me.destroy me.heave me off this cliff;see if i will shatter.

Threw this together while I was sick. Haven't really edited at all. Tired. *Yawns* So, what d'you think? ^^on the gray-green plastic bench.I wait.I watch the relentless surge of life ...

Spoiler! : Reading to a math re-take on a holiday + random sentence from brother + free time = THIS. And yes, this is written for humoristic reasons, math fans ...

The steady concrete underfootis not as firm as it might seem.There are horrors you overlook;find me a mirror, let me scream.Beneath this mask of brittle glassI wear another of gilded ...

So, I was writing random poetry (which sucked) on a history lesson today. But then this one sorta flowed out of my pen and I saw it had potential, so ...

Have been inactive for various reasons, so thought I'd post something I wrote a while back. It's an over-done account of finding the right words for that special occasion. Just ...

So.... I got reeeally bored. I just listened to a rap song, while watching the music video, and was vividly reminded of a saying of my ex-math teacher: "RAP: Retards ...

i am but a thoughtless thoughtan idea without a maker,a truthful liean itemless payer.a living deadwithout the apocalypse.i think without thinkingof a blackened rose,still fresh and bloodyin the core

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves.Take a deep breath, let go your fears,feel the dark prescence behind you;The weight of death hangs heavyin the golden autumn morning.Breathe in ...

"Here I sit and hesitate: should I shit or masturbate?" I am in a public toilet and cannot merely soil it with the juices of my loins - but another ...

II.I remember your blue-blue eyesHooded against the climbing sunAnd your hand, warm, lost within mine.The night had been safe, sweet,Evening drifted by like honey.You told me to never, ever let ...

Throw my life to the bones Torch our pile and wither with it Kill it, kill it with water, smother and rape, pillage and soak. destroy pretention, ommit com- combustion, ...

They come with pitchforks, they come with fire. They fuck each others' fears, courage they sire. Enough negatives breed a positive outcome, feel your resolve weaken? Drink lusty shouts like ...

empty footsteps; shadows, legless, crawl up my thighs, make the bed of snow crunch its approval (denial), holds me down, nails in my limbs. Latching leeches, podless peaches. empty skull, ...

legs splayed, skin flayed, i'm clutching these fallen feathers to my bosom, crafting crutches for my crippled wings. the frame of spit and stubborn insistence i see wavering from doubt, ...

I scream into the azure ocean, but all I see is bubbles, bubbles everywhere – my nostrils flare, my eyelids flash brilliant orange: burning bubbles, I bleed bubbles. they wander ...

---- Cheeks dimpled with a flash of auburn sunrise, eyes stricken by colorless blues and blacks, hidden, red-white gnashing of teeth and grating of bruised tongue: plastered on two dimensions, ...

Haiku-inspired lines, wrote during a short winter walk.

A poem depicting an old stuffed bunny of mine, as well as our puppy, with a hint of growing up thrown into the mix.

The slow descent into madness.

A couple of lines, a couple of lines.