06/21/16
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life