Stillness

The solid ground beneath my chest.
my heart protests as I hold my breath.
I'm asking for my death.
My reality fades,
grenades are falling behind my vision.
and I collied with my reality.
The lethality of these drugs are corrsing through my system.
There is no way to escape and my
muscles pulse, without impulse.
My vision fades to pitch dark black and my hair flys widely as my head
turns without my control and then the stillness takes over me.

On a road trip

On a road trip away from the things known.
It was not her own choice.
No one heard her wee small voice cry out.
Her parent's, they had no doubt.
They wished her to a better place.
And said goodbye with one final embrace.
The car they took her in was small,
their dark eyes bearing no trace of wanting a brawl.
So she let them take her carelessly,
breaking away absentmindly.
She gazed upon the barren lands,
and she understands,
she was no longer home.

Help Please!!

I need everyone to vote for your favourite ten or your favourite poem, comment with the titles of your favourites...they don't have to be in any particular order.
I am putting together a poetry anthology.


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Balancing Act

Balancing on the edge;
between what is sane and what is not.
A balancing act of the strongest minds
can conflict the weakest hearts.
A balancing act of courage
that is confronted with fear.
A balancing act that may only fall one way.

Past, Present, Future

You can follow with the future,
but what about the past?
You can stand around the present
but the future will have passed.
You can hide about in older times,
But the present won't agree.
You can plan for the future but
the present may change.
You can solve the problems with the past
but you lose time in the present.
You can tell the past to disapper but it's
what makes you the present and the future.

black bird

black bird,
black bird.
flitting your little wings.
black bird,
black bird.
soaring through the skies.
black bird,
black bird.
herding souls with your eyes.
black bird,
black bird.
don't fly this way.
black bird,
black bird.
you must have misheard.
black bird,
black bird.
i'm not dead...

Footsteps made of ocean

Footsteps made of ocean,

a devotion to the water.

A soul filled with coral,

brimming with the excitment of the waves.

Footsteps made of ocean,

a potion for a happy soul.

Winter Trees

Winter trees hold out their arms,
filled with snow.
Winter trees bestow upon our world beauty,
in frozen times.
Winter trees lie low underneath the weight of the snow.
Winter trees know the beauty of the winter.

If I stand before this ocean...

If I stand before this ocean, will it wash away my worries?
Will it free me of my sins?
Lift my mind of wrong decisions.
If I stand before this ocean, will it fill with all my tears?
If I stand before this ocean, will it swell with happiness from past years.
If I stand before this ocean will I be swallowed in?

Crystal Eyes

Crystal eyes that stare straight back,
that attack your very soul.
Endless pools of crystal light shining on
a hopeless night.
Crystal eyes that stare straight back,
are not forgiving in the night.
Those crystal eyes ones anyone could despise,
hold no person behind them.