My Tribute to Miss Lizzi

The darkest part of my life
soars by in the sky
like the black thundercloud
that you never saw coming
like the dark tornado
devouring the light
and destroying all happy
all hope is lost
all hope is gone
though through the storm
the melody comes
the singing melody of the savior
as it floats in through the clouds
it is followed by the flying white falcon
the falcon of hope
she creates hope in the storm
there is always hope.

With Green and Blue

With Green and Blue

Twenty minutes
All that was needed
For an impact to be made
Craziness is contagious
And I caught it
From you
That impression you made
From the profanity you shouted
To the eyes surrounded with green and blue
Made an impression
Keeping my mind
Only on you
Infatuation created
From a simple smile
From when we first met
And that made all the impact

The Gift

WARNING: This is a creepy dark poem. I would never do this that is stated in the poem, I never want to do it, I don't have thoughts of doing it, it is only something that I decided to write from another person's point of view. I am not this f'ed up, I promise.


What a sweet smell
the smell from the bottle
the smell
that I will give to her
my beautiful girl
my future bride to-be
her eyes glisten in the night
as she walks unknowingly towards me
her flowing blonde hair
blowing in the wind
reflecting the moonlight rays
she walks unknowingly
towards her love
not ready to receive my gift
but my gift is inevitable
the bottle I bought
smells so beautiful
perfect for her body
as she walks closer
I ready the perfume
ready to administer
sneaking up behind her
she screams in surprise
but calms down
as soon as I show her the present
as it drips on her skin
she is content
as I look at her perfection
all I can smell
is the gift
the perfume
the chloroform

Lovely, Dark, Deep

This poem is inspired by Leah, and her quote "the woods are lovely, dark and deep." Thanks Leah :)


Lovely, Dark, Deep

the woods
lovely woods are a dark deep portal
trails to the inside
lead
to the creation of life
and the inspiration of death
which concept is more beautiful?

The Enigma Survives

For those of you who haven't read the graphic novel or seen the movie Watchmen, DO BOTH. You might not understand as much as you should if you don't know Rorschach, but read and comment anyways please :)

The Enigma Survives (another tribute to Rorschach)

the sword is the extension of my arm
though
the sword is not a weapon
that i choose to use
the fists
my pounding fists
those are the only things i need
to cause the destruction
that destroys destruction
created by humanity
i was once human
behind my face i still am
though as long as my face stay on
my mask stays hidden
i will destroy mankind's evil current
until justice prevails
and the enigma survives

you might grow young again

how do you live
if you never are young
if your childhood
is all spent growing up
you never live
you never love
the wonders of laughter
the wonders of magic
the wonders of time
how do you live like that
you live
because of that one day
where you might realize the truth
behind the magic
and one day
you might grow young again

her eyes are portals

her eyes are portals

her eyes are portals
into the world only created by thought
staring into the blue depths
is like diving into the sea of divine
thought is struck as the ripples are caused
the eyebrows furrowed
pointing a little downward
as arrows directing you to the diving board
jumping into those eyes, into that soul
would be an experience mortals dream of
and an experience gods worship
into the thoughtfulness of those eyes
true beauty arises
creating care and curiosity
that bewitches the mind into need
the need to know what is in there
why those brows are furrowed
why those eyes are so divine
why that creation of heavenly beings
is locked up within the confines of a human body
and when it will finally be free