darko.demark666

It haunts me. They chant in my head, over and over again, like the eerie hiss of a spell being cast. Their voices reach out like thick, lost fog THAT ...

Yes, this will be my first poem. I have a little problem with the structure in the first verse, because the fourth line is too short. I can't think of ...

Sorry is just a word, Five letters, two syllables You told me you were sorry You didn’t mean it. [s] When you told me you were sorry[/s] You are repeating ...

I walk this road, I walk this road. Alone in travels, travels. The light does not show, does not show. I'm escorted to the gallows, gallows. Nice repetition but I ...

I like the "second snowfall of the year" and the next one as your sister. Advice: name your photos cause "my sister likes it"-NO. I see that in that picture ...

If heaven only knows, then what are we to do? When preying to a God, you can't speak to Frost now gathers in, for yuletide to begin. Festivals given nye, ...

Nightmares

OK, thank you for advice...

Chapped Eating the dandruff scabs off my head my eyes are watering from nonexistent onions or emotions . A lways there is a pipe cleaner constricting my heart or scalding ...

Fly Well, Cherie, there's one good thing Comming out of this goodbye; Comming->coming You'll soon You will soon (makes the verse longer, 'cause it's too short, opposite of previous) Be ...

The man smiles softly, but no-one knows why. On his face a grin, but his eyes betray the lie. He's telling to the world, he's telling to himself, though all ...

I'm sorry dad that i couldn't be, all that you expected out of me. i know i disappoint in everything i do, and even though you hate me, i'll always ...

I have a dream I don't have a dream about the good, about the bad, the unbelievable, about the sad, Just of hope's kind stream. My God send me a ...

Darko said you're thirteen and writing a bout love and that perhaps you should stay away from that, but I don't think any writer should stay away from writing about ...

Broken Light The sun’s fingers break the glassy vista that billows skywards and lights her ghostly eyes , Great as they follow mine with the tenderness of lost years. She ...