http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/ Borderless Poetry Wed, 08 Feb 2006 18:35:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. Writing Poetry Poetry http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html Sat, 04 Feb 2006 01:16:09 GMT It's been awhile since i've poested anything, but I didn't have time or the privacy to write anything. Here goes.. Tug it down To The Ground Your halo Into a noose Hang your soul of happiness and gaze through eyes of pain You taunt and tease These are the keys That lock me deeper down Poke and prod the fresh laid sod that covers my old plot Your words hurt like a salted wound once pressed and then refreshed It's me you've killed and covered up and never to regret the day you drove the nails in me I lost the right of breath You crucified me all my life only to reveal that you alone... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Sun, 05 Jun 2005 00:51:20 GMT Picture perfect to the eye Your lack of brain makes me cry I can't beleive It can be true someone to be As dumb as you What did you learn at school each day? Is it possible your still okay? Brain damage? or kept in bondage? I don't know what's wrong with you. But maybe there's something that you can do Die your hair, neon green. And make sure there's something between your ears, so empty and hollow most cold don't live your life through what your told Think for yourself and be quite bold You are a person and not a toy there... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html Wed, 18 May 2005 21:37:27 GMT They're in danger We're in anger A rage for nothing They'll leave with something 4 clenched fists Your next on our list to hurt today then fade away faces on the screen more fame for us centre of attention we get a mention and all it took was a kid in a book a victim of three we killed all of them you see We crave attention it is our nature reward with more mention Last one is down For we've been found To jail for 20 years But not to worry We're in a hurry for our 15 minutes of fame the juries lifetime of shame They let us go And we wont... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=12 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Thu, 12 May 2005 02:29:00 GMT Press the razor to your skin watch the blood drip on the floor Is it needle or is it pin? Shall I cry for just a little bit more Let the tears flow down your cheek watch it bleed, and start to stop quit your crying go get the mop stare down to the floor now wet with blood congrats! you've reached the core wipe the blade just go to bed watch the wounds close with lines of red scream to yourself then laugh at this pain Calm down and ask yourself... 'What The Hell was That For?' http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html Thu, 12 May 2005 00:26:40 GMT A country bound by on mans lies another choked by his tacky ties A cheesy smile plastered on the wall equals soldiers smiles take the fall His successors flaunted like the flag and his failures stream like a blood bath plague He's on your tv on every channel and X'd on my t-shirt made out of flannel His name is shoved at us with a push his name thickly lingers, George W Bush *Awhile ago my dad said I wrote too many dark poems, and as much as I hate to admit it, he might be kinda sorta right. But most young poets, writers etc. in a dark style. So I decided to write... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=11 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html Sat, 07 May 2005 16:16:50 GMT A wave of terror a wail of pain a shade of black... my sky a collapsing home a mangled glimpse a dieing soul... of mine a ripped up life a zipped up mouth a life I led myself a tortured mind an empty shell as I quickly dissapeared http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=10 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Sat, 07 May 2005 16:15:42 GMT I'm the knife inserted in your back I'm the rose left in the rain I'm life you wasted chasing her Not getting anywhere I'm the person you ignore the one you can't define I'm the one that cares about your every single waking line I'm the words you left unspoken I'm the whisper of the wind I'm the bug you swat away and the tender heart your breaking I'm the ashes of your past but the light among your future I'm the thoughts that lie inside your brain I'm the one you'd rather forget the one you never cared for I'm the one you wish erase never to return I'm... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html Sat, 30 Apr 2005 15:24:45 GMT This is not a poem, but has everything to do with poetry. In my school we're doing a poetry class, and all the really preppy girls write about how hard there life is and how suicidal they are. I think the is disgusting because everyone knows that their lives are dead simple and it's all fun. They have nothing to complain about. They do'nt suffer rejection and iscolation. If they really do suffer then they can write about that. But I really don't think breaking nails, and feeling depressed for a day, qualifies as suffering. It's a grab for attention... and if they really suffered I don't think... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=7 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html Wed, 27 Apr 2005 22:07:15 GMT With lines of white it brought delite Slit lines of red comes scars she'll dread Poured tears of black might seal the crack Of break in the heart loved ones depart To a box in the ground her soul never to be found Far locked away to her friends dismay her minds away And still she grieves with every pet peeve it's bottled inside Where it'll always hide Pain won't come out but maybe a shout She's sad you know spirits always so low Please cheer up kid and the pain will rid * I just wrote this about my sister, my grandmother died 3 years ago, and... (more) http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=6 http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Sun, 24 Apr 2005 01:27:30 GMT Came tears of rain on the alter of pain Tilted heads of shame comes unwanted fame Closed eyes of grey re-open not to stay Smudged lies to turn to truth and burn the wicked freak of false critique And thunder now heard cried "This Is Absurd" For differences remain she died in vain *Wrote this about the death penalty, I strongly disagree with it so I wrote about it =) this I'm happy to say is true!* http://poetryasylum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5