darko.demark666

I cannot pretend I love you, When you have chased me away . I cannot pretend I love you[s],[/s] For the day has yet to begin . You cannot pretend ...

Busy as a Bee A little boy taunted her with the treat As she strained and s t r a i n e d against the tether, Her every muscle ...

The path of life Its sometimes easy , Usually hard . You have two choices here: 1. Change its to it's (BTW, if you wanted to say that the path-IT ...

Photographs placed in your mind from vivid imagery I read the rest of the poem and I don't know how this fits in the rest of this piece. This is ...

My friends seem to be walking away, Like leaves in winter, they appear to shed. Instead of lying on bed all day, I'd rather just be dead. The rhyme is ...

Suffocating, drowning, unable to move. I'm dead; I should be numb. I'm wasting away in a make-shift coffin [s]aren't these supposed to be bug proof?[/s] This verse is rather uninteresting. ...

I touch his soft red rosy lips, Trace the pattern with my finger tips, He grins at me and stokes my cheek, All handsome kind and totally sleek, His eyes ...

And there it was found. A once strangled hope cried out, I now know I cannot live without; Without who? For from your eyes spirits sprout, What else is there ...

In this world of darkness , In this world of pain ; there is one who is always here for us. [s]it is hatred[/s] This line just doesn't fit. Hatred, ...

I wrote this off the top of my head; I haven't edited yet. I think it is one the the greatest poems I have ever written so I rushed to ...

When cruel sorrow brings the silence of tomorrow have the sense What were you trying to say: "the sorrow brings the silence of tomorrow" or "the silence of tomorrow have ...

Black fire[s]s[/s] paralyzed their eyes. Their presence [s]there[/s] disturbed none, a simple change in the wind. He cringed into a small corner, face spurted with dark mud. These chills questioned ...

I wrote this for Incognito and the Dreamwalker's Claw Against Fang contest. I don't really like the last stanza, so if you have any ideas for it, please share them. ...

What Are We? As the young listen to what is told They lose their virgin light and grow old What's virgin light? It is now too late It has succumbed ...

Are you watching me tonight? Can you feel the pain in me? I lie with my cheek against ice As tears drip on the linoleum . Where did you find ...