• Friday, May 22, 2009

    poem #1
    i can hear the children
    there pain from there mothers agony
    the warm salty tears that run like water out of a fauset.
    the childs head near the saddened, frightened mothers breast.
    where are the fathers?
    in a train car miles away from there mothers, wives, children.


    poem #2
    a blazing inferno of massive imagry.
    it takes a peak at your soul like an evil being.
    mind games, trickery. that thing that place is a trickster.
    the golden liquor wets his lips. dazed and confused to see his little girls who was once dead and gone to walk towards him in this nightmere,with bloody feet.
    that thing is a trickster.
    too caught up in his working games, he never hears a word...

    poem #3
    when roses turn to dust.
    you just care about about the lust.
    i cant describe how i feel but that.
    you say you love me, what i now see is a lie.
    i take back what i said... you left me hanging by a thread.
    when i need a person to talk to you i cant.
    your not there, im now drained, done ,through with you.


    poem #4
    and so it begins...
    the lonesome travelers punishment for entering.
    one bleeding fist torn upon a window paine.
    he wants to escape, live, survive.
    less than an hour.
    hystericaly screaming to his imaginary neighbor.
    slasher woman has naive man cornered.
    he wants to escape.
    his childs voice over flows his ears.
    he is loosing his mind, his soul.
    ...he lost his family.


    poem #5
    the blood cvered girl runs through the trees. as her boyfriend lyes on the salt covered ground with arrows through his chest. her escape more brutal than her time at her friends' resting place. strange travelers took a vacation with harmless intentions in mind. A harmless vacation turned into a nightmere. talking flowers by the girls' head. psycological trauma, physical pain, suspicious minds.an inocent vacation turned into a mistake.warnings were given, none taken.the resistant minds of the youth.

    poem #6
    he checks the computer franticaly every hour or so. he worries about the next time he will talk to her again. he love talking to her, he loves the thought of putting a smile on her face. this just maybe another Romeo and Juliet but neither one knows. he loves the very thought of her, she loves his attractive sweetness like flies to sugar water. he wants to see her walk, she wants to be held in his arms. Romeo and Juliet reunite in the electronic heavens. they combine through electrical circuts.


    poem#7
    all i could think about was him.
    im lying in my bed wishing you are here
    a warm touch
    a friendly grasp
    i want to get to
    get to get familiar with your touch.

    most of these poems were in spired by movies.... 1408, the ruins,shindlers list.
    and one or two are inspored by real life. the last one i just thought of on the spot.
    and sorry for the spelling errors. i take AP english and i cant spell to well.