All My Poetry

Fleeing into
The dark night
Cloaked with stars
That give no light

The world surrounding
Too big for my eyes
If only it weren't
Covered in lies

Running to space
To the outside universe
Inside the Earth
Life is a curse

Though I'm running from you
It's for the best
But I'll never be able
To get a full night's rest

He touched a finger to my heart,
Strengthening my love.
And though I’m very highly ranked,
I fear that he’s above.

He touched a finger to my heart,
Silencing my fear.
It might have been for other folks,
But for me it was not queer.

He touched a finger to my heart,
I hope we come together,
And I think that if we don’t,
I’ll be mourning,
Forever

Dangerous,
And out of reach
The mysteries
Of Chestnut Beach

Deep inside
The Enchanted Forest
The birds will sing
A lovely chorus

Push your way through
The snarling vines
Twisting their way
Like fishing lines

Into the heart
You will see
The depth of
The mystery

Chestnut Beach
Long gone, you see
No one shall see it
Not you nor me

It's been hidden
Far far, away
Lost in the wild
Till this very day

Death isn't bad, just struggling to find good in the world.
Ending people's pain
Their hopeless lives

He may be unwilling
He may be in pain
For a suffering one
Never to die

Torture

Once I
Took
A peek
At you
And I
Would
Sneak
Another look
Of love

Then
You came
With a gang
Of friends
And confused
Me to
No End

I was
Insulted
And teased
And you
Should know
I’m not
A pro
At keeping
My temper
Under Control

So you
And I
Must say
Good-bye
And I’m afraid
I do so
Most willingly

Ashes, Ashes
Depression comes Depression ends
Life repeats Again and again

Revenge, Revenge
When will it end?My life is exploding
My heart is all bent

A container
Of hateAnd loathing
And love
Mixed up together
Makes an evil dove

That evil dove
Is Ashes, Ashes
That evil dove
Is me at an end

Got along at first
Everything was free of
Remorse
But I shouldn’t have
Thought
This would last…..

My grudge
Won’t last
I know that
But
It feels
Like a cinder
In my heart
And
It will never
Burn out

When
Will life
End
For me?
This rumor
Is getting
Out of control

End it
Make me gone
So suffering
And torture
Will be banished

The sky
So open and blue
Swarming with birds
Of every hue

The sky
So cloudless and free
Where every penguins
Wants to be

The sky
So silent and clean
Its wonders so great
Are yet to be seen

Every tick of the clock
It takes too long
Until life ends
Your heart all gone

Your spirit away
Your eyes not seeing
Calling woe
Into every being

It takes too long
To meet your Maker
If you have a love
You cannot take her

But things will improve
Misery will vanish
And all bad things
You shall banish

The curse of little siblings,
Driving you insane
How much do you wish
To run them over with a train?

The curse or little siblings,
Drooling while they sleep
They're teasing voices
Makes you feel like a creep!

The curse of little siblings,
Nibbling your chair
Why, they should be eaten
By a ravenous bear!

When I cry
You here my song
It echoes all night
And day long

What kind of music
Comes from tears?
Surely music
That causes fears

My heart’s been broken
For far too long
So why do you keep
Hearing my song?

Flee from me
My sweet heart-breaker
Flee from me
You ugly rule-breaker

Soft gentle eyes
Luring you deep
A lovely face is enough
To put you asleep

A fragile hand
Guiding your way
Makes your own beauty so. . .
. . . Seeming like hay

Then you remember
And are a loss
He’s got a girlfriend
And you’re not the boss

I say something
That makes you cry
And always I wonder:
"Why?"

You say something
That makes me shout
That feels like I'm
Being driven out
Of my own house

A Bad Word here
A Bad Word there
And still, I wonder
What does a Bad Word mean?

The light in a pit of dark
a friend guiding you.
Your friend is there
when all is lost.
She helps you through,
then all is light again.
The sun shines
and diamonds reflect your love for each other.
A friend until the end
until the light disappears again
then you will fade with her.

A unicorn came
To the king of the creatures
Asking for
Some unicorn teachers
But the dragon said:
"No."

A pheonix came
To the king of the myths
Asking for
Some fiery cliffs
But the dragon said:
"No."

A chimera came
To the king of the beasts
Asking for
Some well-cut meats
But the dragon said:
"No."

"You have what you need
Be it scales or feathers!
You have what you need!
Plus all this nice weather..."

"Be gone! Flee!
You have what you need!
So go and extinguish
Your feeling of greed."

I love this pond!
Where the water is murky
The fish are few
And the fish are quirky

I love this pond!
Where the water is blue
And green and brown.
Where I'm the only
One around

The sea is so big and the stream is so small!
I don't like those places--
At all.
But the pond!
The pond!
It's the place for me!
The pond!
The pond!
My own personal glee!

I hate this world!
I hate this life!
But Earth's no good
With any spite!

I looked upon a shooting star
That shooting star did not go far
Until it crashed into a bar
The flame then flickered
And it died
And I sat there and cried and cried

My face was gloomy and quite gray
And it still is--
Even today
For when the flame danced its last dance
My heart went and pranced its last prance

And to this day I sit and weep
Curse that bar!
Those drunken creeps!
I hope they suffer and do nor shine
I hope they drown in their own wine

So as my heart faded from woe
The bar's reputation sank down low
Good riddance!
Hooray!
It was good that I died!
Good that I cried!
Good that I passed away!

Silent tears
Run down my face
While my insides churn
While my anger roars inside me
My enemies start to burn

Silent tears
Run down my face
As they plead for life
But I will not show any mercy
And I have a silver knife

The knife might leave you
Dying, burning
Or with just a little pain
And, as many people say:
No pain: No gain

But I've earned no gain!
I've suffered pain!
Yet haven't learned a thing!
But I've got to hold on.
Got to keep trying!
Before my enemies become my king

I want to write a poem
But I need an inspiration
Because writing without one
Is an awfully weird sensation

Now I've found an inspiration:
A bomb with a radiation
But how is this bomb special?
How is it fit for a poem?

So I let go of that inspirer
And hope something will come along
But nothing will inspire me
So I'm left without a poem

Silence is in me
Hiding my spirit
Splitting me in two
Strengthening my endurance

Silence is in me
Helping my focus
My skill, my ignorance
And trapping me

Silence is in me
I'm misunderstood
My feelings are lost
In a world of silence

Evil had power
The power of hate
Of strength
Of fear
But it wanted more
It had more
It had the power of greed
And greed controlled it
Strengthened it
Helped Evil with its wrath
And so Evil
Found a kingdom
With powers like Evil's
It had the power of love
Of hope
Of laughter
And Evil wanted it
It wanted the kingdom
The kingdom of good
And it captured the kingdom
It captured Good
And Good became Evil
All but one.

The last Good
The Good had one power
All its own
Laughter.
And Laughter
Laughed
Its silvery sound
Ran through the air
And Hope
Recovered
It escaped from Evil
And Hope sang
Sang with Laughter
Hope and Laughter
They ran through the forest
Away from the kingdom
Until the sun came out again

The lightning
Struck
The wet wet ground
Forcing quiet
There was no sound
The puddles leapt
And the puddles cried
And all the while
The puddles died

The puddles' spirits
Floated up
Into puddle heaven
All but one
The puddle Kevin

Kevin cried
For his lost friends
He had bravery, hope
This was his trend:
When times get bad,
And chances are slim
Be alive!
Rejoice!
And soon you'll win

So Kevin went
Far, far away
Into the ocean
To the fishes' dismay
He climbed the mountains
He crossed the plains
But while he did it
He earned no gain

So Kevin despaired
And was lost in depression
He wasted
He had lost!
All of a simple fault
The lightning

My thoughts whirl.
Should I try to apologize?
Is it too late?
Then I realize:
Fate started this war, and I helped continue it
There's no going back now.
Even though I'm sorry

What is a word?
Are words hate?
Are they love?
Are they joy?
Do they anger you?
Do they tease you,
Chase you,
and torture you?
Do they make you cry?
Do they make you die?
What are words?
Why do we use them?
Why?

They're just words.
They don't mean anything.
At least,
They shouldn't.

If someone says you're stupid
That doesn't mean it's true!
That's their opinion.
Stupid is just a word.
What makes it an insult?
What makes it so mean?
Why would you use it hatefully?

If you say you're smart
That doesn't prove anything.
You could be stupid.
But what does stupid mean?
What does smart mean?

Why did we choose the word food to mean the stuff we eat?
The stuff we need:
Food.
But that's such a strange sound. . .
Fooooooooood.
Food?
Food!
Food.
Why do we say it?
Why don't we bark and yap?
Why can't we meow or hiss?
Why do we make complicated polysyllabic sounds with our tongues?
Why can't we just sign?

Words don't mean anything!
They can't do anything!
They can't prove anything!
They are merely sounds used to express ourselves!
But we can express ourselves through our bodies!
They cause hate!
They cause anger. . .
Words poison our lives!
They darken our hearts!
Our spirits!
Our souls!
Without words . . .
Life would be a blessing