I have a few of my own under my name new members. check em out.
I havent titled my other poems this is my first.

Little Warrior

Im an amateur entering this new found game
But ive been all around the map i know my way
What hellish beast coming forth do i now slay
What hideous devil dare taunts me to play
As small as i am to think me a fool
We'll see who falls last beside your own pool
To fight this last fight I'll ever know
Prepare war when i give you your last show
I walk with fire and flame in my soul
To the very end When I pay my own toll

An answer for you fellow poet


BE BRAVE

Emotion doesn't know kids from the aged
pain hurts, love's warm, happiness' more than a pretty smile
a game of words for comedians and loons alike
emotions in words, proud to have known you poetic friend
the strongest of us are kings walking on a common mans path
words, simply letters combined through a fools eyes
drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings
lets slay beasts and bleed their hearts out
we are not gun carrying soldiers, pen & paper will suffice

Thank you. Your words are kind. I dropped out of HS, no college. But i read a lot and i guess im self taught. I recently started writing because of a woman i know. Other wise its been years and years since my last poem.

YOU'RE WAY UP THERE FOR SOMEONE WHO THINKS HE IS RUSTY
i write frequently and still can't create imagery like you do...
your work is great friend...
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I hope you don't mind... i refrenced you on a poem...if you do let me know...I'll erase it

I don't mind at all it would be an honor to be mode recognized. And again im happy to hear those kind words.

Although my life could be much worse, its been bad enough. Im not starving or homeless, but ive never had parents. I was raised without my family most of my life, and then i was adopted by a man i hated. When you draw from words from your past. I have enough pain to think back on.. Imagery is all i think about.

How true is the truth?....Keep fighting!

Let me know what you think.

Emotionless

To see through my mind
Would cause you to brake
These devilish eye's
No human mistakes
To know what I know
Is only heart ache
To feel what I feel
Crucified on stake
Tortured beyond rape
Burning beyond rage
To eat what I kill
No human can take
To bleed what I bleed
Will cause you to die
To kill or be killed
Is that who you are

Welcome, EBE, to the writers forum... i can relate to the message i selected... good write and intense expression...

superb...hey man you are in league of your own, the scenes you paint are gold

Thanks. Ive been artistic my whole life, i can draw as equally well.

know what you think.

Emotionless

To see through my mind Would cause you to brake These devilish eye's No human mistakes To know what I know Is only heart ache To feel what I feel Crucified on stake Tortured beyond rape Burning beyond rage To eat what I kill No human can take To bleed what I bleed Will cause you to die To kill or be killed Is that who you are My heaven is gone, as i watched it go by. My father and mother now angels in the sky. I never knew them as much as i should. I never loved them as much as I could. My brothers and sister all split apart. Was a fiery dagger, stabbing into my heart. I was to young to know i was growing up in hell. I couldnt predict i was already in a jail cell. I lived on, and lived on and what else could i do. I looked up to the sky with nothing loose. I was adopted by an evil man. A child molestor with evil hands. Ive cried and ive cried until my tears ran dry. I grew hate in my soul and hate in my eye's. I smoked and i drank the minutes away. I lost my smile along the way. Nothing helped until i ran away. I looked up to god for help as i prayed. Years went by, and years went by, some how, some how i found my own way.

Its 9 am and i havent slept. its christmas day, and yet i feel like its Halloween


When i die and im gone will all of you miss me
Will you spend days or even year's thinking about it
In heaven you find no sorrow or pain
No sadness or regret of any kind
If this is true then i won't have to care
At the end of my road i won't need to prepare
This life will go by and ill be reborn again
It will be like time never stopping and nothing existed
This mind of mine seems dark and twisted
Curiously sickened and seriously wicked
Immorally vivid intrinsically synic
Impartially wretched dispicably demented
Deranged and insane not entirely asanine this mind of mine