Well here I am. Both of me. Sadly it's my darker side that is more creative so much of my poetry is dark and fuelled by depression. I'm not always that way it's just that when I'm well, and in the light, the words aren't beating a path to the outside.
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MY PROMISELast night I dreamed that I was deadI dreamed that it was overThere was no torment in my heartNo sorrow lingered thereLast night I dreamed I was at peaceMy broken heart was mendedI had no pain to hold me downNo fear to drag me underBut in my everlasting sleepWhere I could grow no olderI chanced to take a final glimp... More..
PRAYER FOR MY BABIESI've cried an ocean worth of tearsA cold despairing seaBut I'll cry an ocean more for youIf it will bring you back to meI've walked million miles to youAs I lay in my dreamsBut I'd walk through hell if it led to youAnd carry you home with meI'd lay my body down to dieI'd will my heart to stopI'd spill my b... More..
Look at himWHAT do you see?A filthy wino, useless tramp?Living by the bottleA blight on society.Look the other wayLook againI'll tell you WHO I seeA broken man, with nothing left to loseShattered hopes, forgotten dreamsClinging to his life in a bottleLook back in shameLook at herWHAT do you see?Drugged up hooker, dirty whore?... More..
Selfish EndWhen your blood is the only thing moving stillWhen being alive n' awake makes you illTears flow faster than the blood insideNo words to explain how your spirit has diedWhen the only way to show how you feelIs to open a wound and make it realLet the damage to your skin show howThe torment inside is draining youWaste... More..
CLOSEST STRANGERA special person in my lifeEven though we've never metI know I'll always love youThough I haven't seen you yetYou're with me everywhere I goMy life will never be the sameYou fill my dreams when I'm asleepBut I don't even know your nameNo person has been closerThan you are now, to meAnd yet I still don't know y... More..
Razor blade, kiss the veinDarkest saviour, out the painOpen to the naked eyeTelling all, but it's all a lie.Morbid act of violence,Crimson lines draw audienceCriss-cross wounds, scars to bearBadge of anger, voice to shareSelf destruction spiral downDisappointment all aroundSelf denial, poisoned mindPunish those who fall behin... More..
GRANDMA BOGEYGrandma Bogey was coming to stay. Paul hated it when Grandma Bogey came to stay; it meant he had to be on his very best behaviour, for the whole time. He didn't mind being good most of the time, but Grandma Bogey was so hard to please, and nobody could be good all the time. Another thing that really bugged Paul a... More..
I feel like sanity is a tightrope between manic highs and suicidal lows. When things are good you keep your balance and everything is fine. Sometimes you need a little help from those around you. Something to hold onto when you slip. But it is a difficult path and when you fall it is hard to regain your footing. The 'high' si... More..
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