An old, cooked house in a mist covered plain, grunts and goans as the wind pushes against its pain.
Walk up to the door, it will not budge at all, this memory won't reveal its secret to anyone who calls.
What darkness might lie in there? What deep truth does it harbor?
This crooked memory only cares to keep away the martyrs.
But yet the house is old and weak, not much power for those secrets to keep.
As the years tear it down, soon the rusted door falls down, whispers pour out like a bleeding wound.
The mind is overwheled with depseeded truths.
But as these secrets do ebb out, a scab starts to form to end the doubt.
And again the secrets hide behind closed doors, to await a day when we'll discover more.

wow.... ur really good

you wanna read more
i have alot saved on the computer

I would love to hear em but I need to get to bed have to be up at 7.. u can send them to my email on here an I will read them in the moring

kk ill send you 2 of them
for now

ok I'll read them while I have my last cig for the night lol

kk it will take that long probally lol
i sent them to you

(For my love....)

I am your invisible Angel in waiting, feeling your soul...
as the dewdrops touch fades in the morning light,
I am the ray that shines in your window
caressing your face..

I am the invisible body...that's sitting next to you...
When the breeze blows whispers in your ears,
you can try to touch me... but,
I'm afraid you wont feel me here...

I am the invisible mind...trying to find a way..
Breathing your every breath,
I feel this pain, the craving need,
Aching inside to let you know I'm here....waiting for you,
And feeling close to death....

I am the invisible soul, burning with intense passion,
Perhaps you can't see it...
but worry not, for all you have to do
is close your eyes and you will know
the love that haunts my heart is real.

I am the invisible eyes that see what you can not..
and love you in all you do
I see your hidden worry... and I know what you go through
I am the invisible ear, that hears all you have to say...
I hear you when you are in pain,
I hear you laugh,
I even hear you when you pray...

I love you and am with you always,
Invisible as I may be...
Feel me in the winds and know I'm there...
I hear you say goodnight as you lay your head to rest,
Your words span the miles and touch my most inner bieng...


I am the invisible hand thats holds yours when your alone....
To comfort and to console you when you are scared and cold
I am this invisible person, who needs you to see...
But then I remember...
No one can see me here,
no one that is, but me...

Your invisible Angel in waiting....

I'd have to say the first one is a pale puny thing compared to the second one.... But they're both very good

oh well
i like them all because i wrote them
but if you like them then thats good

dont listen to him.. I think ur very talented, keep em coming

oh i can trust me
and if people like them then ok if not oh well thats thier choice

Twilight

Blindness...sickening pain
Excruciating love, standing in the rain
Putrid acid smell...Creeping nighttime sounds
Relentless screeching hounds
I think I must have fell
Grieving guilt...comfort in the dark
Innate loneliness suffered at the sight
Is that a light burning bright
Deep into the night
Penetrate my soul...this time I have to know
The reason, the reason for the light
Just standing in the right
Basking in the glory unfound
Tis twilight....that's all

I didn't mean to say I didn't like them and definately didn't mean to say he wasn't talented I was simply saying that the first one had some problems and the second one was much better. I mean Charlie Chaplin said it best "Why should Poetry have to make sense?" I was siply giving an honest critique to a fellow poet... nothing scathing or ill mannered... and I'm sorry if it came off that way.

Untitled...

I watch the Phantoms who perform thier opera under the blood red moon,
Or is it the emerald seas that glisten as we sink to the depths of the oceans floor...
I am but emotions trapped in a pen and felings are like chains, as I bind my spirit to this, the empty page...
It seems to be an enslaved utopia breaking free of the barriers of isolation,
And sweet redemption... breathed silently through a kiss..
I feel this, the blood red moon calling to me, beckoning my soul...
My spirit rises to touch the midnight clouds, as my mind drifts to the safety of the nights embrace....
I hear a noise in the distance and turn to see...another,
another spirit watching me...
Taking in my every movement
And seething in the shadows..
It seems rapture awaits, as my lifes' blood drains out the gaping wound
that was once said to be my heart...
breaking in silence, craving release...
I watch so closely, that I become unaware...
The cold mist covers me in a blanket of darkness
And this, the thorn in my side twists with an utter abandon...
A life time of solitary depression,
But only to be the Godess in this generation of hate, cruelty, wretched wrath, remorse, self pity... and all of what is hell...
This is my gift from My Morbid Angel...
Mine to bear forever...my only story to tell...
Slowly I will melt away with the snow, from this plain of euphoria...in which I, myself, would never know.
The sanctity of divinity is baptized in the righteousness of the night,
I shall let the fatigue and sorrow embrace me till the morrow...
As the Mothers gift of daytime illumination slips beyond the horizen...
Another sleepless night unfolds..
The country side stills as if painted by some magical quills....
and the unique beauty that we all must attest ...slowly lowering its burning eyes into the west...
And in the moon shines a glorious light,
to still the creatures whom dwell in the night....
In the darkness one can see...but it be by, a soft glow,
or the shmmering of a candle ,casting it's shadow below..
My Morbid Angel told me,
That genius can not be found in your pocket,
One should have more sense than to think so...
Its presence surrounds us,
Invades and flows outward,
We all lavish in the light that it brings...
Dare do we, to ignore the power it posesses,
blinding and prevailing truth...
Accept this vision that is locked in my heart,
or turn my head and face the dark...
My dangerous discoveries...
inherit the soul,
as responsibility blankets each choice...
I choose to see the beauty and discovery in even the smallest of things...
Untill all thats left are the filtered fragments..
And of all the discoveries,
only unfolded genius will remain...
All else eclipses...
We are only one...alone....so let me at your throat,
and in our soul...
Running by the blinding stars...past the evanescent galaxy that stands in our path...
Alone...
My burden to bear forever,
So with my tears and with my death,
Shall bring this worlds happiness...
That is the gift My Morbid Angel brings,
My one and only story to tell...

an empty paper
undisturbed snow
a walking slumber
of life's undertow
from within heavy lines
to reveal life is fake
scrape up the leaves
with an empty rake
in likeness it shows
which one will fall
with elasticity
of a bouncy ball
take a plung
fall from grace
finally one can know theirplace
which is the same
as all who breath
and life as full
as those who feed

Twisted Fairytale

"One day, I wished
That once again,
My world was no longer dead.
The flowers that flourished,
Once upon an age,
Lay twisted and bleached on the ground.
Creeping vines and emerald stems,
That told the sotry of the dream,
Stopped stone still as stattuettes.
My world had died,
Yet I still lived,
The victim in this Twisted Fairytale."

My prince did come,
For a single day.
Then he turned and ran away.

Wide awake and dreaming,
I'll live my life forever.
Twilight comes like a flower's growth,
As my world begins to dream.

Dragons aren't all bad,
Why can't you see?
That my captor has fallen in love with me.

Wide awake and dreaming,
I'll live my life forever.
Twilight comes like a flower's growth,
As my world begins to dream.

"I used to hear,
Through the cracks in the walls,
Singing like at the creation of life.
But the voice that sang
That beautiful lie,
Now lies mute in the throat.
Yet as the garden slept a coma,
The house did come alive -
Solid rock was crying, sobbing, loud and clear.
My world is still a-dreaming,
Although I lie awake.
I watch my Twisted Fairytale
Play out formy and my drake."

Wide awake and dreaming,
I'll live my life forever.
Twilight comes like a flower's growth,
And I'll stay here with my love

Have you ever been published?

no i havent

Pretend

Go,
Imagine the boy is free,
And you can call down a pig-child.
The queen is silent next to the black lake.
She said that blue rainbow magic skin
Is the end.

Fly,
Come travel with me;
Walk with the mirror song girl,
Torn under the tree,
To the warm mud box.
Hold on and�
We like to write with turtle feet
Over time.

Cry,
Where dark storms,
And glowy music,
Compose the symphony of makebelieve,
My morning sun
Slowly wept.

Come,
To where we were;
I wonderingly whispered, "us,
We play pretend, and remember,
Forever."