Poetry Pages

they tell me you are
a kind and loving deity
ready with forgiveness
a hand to hold in darkness and grief
from what i've seen
you're a psychotic sadistic bastard
just like so many men
i've already met
i only have two words for you
and i'll keep uttering them
until my last dying gasp
'fuck you'

sighs wondering why i torment myself endlessly thinking i can fit among the beautiful people tear my flesh burn my soul searing the hate heart in a bowl need a hand? take both of mine i have no use for them anymore as i slowly fade --------------------------------------------------------------------...

Emotions in turmoil at odds with myself an impasse which way do I go from here? On the one hand, loneliness On the other, damnation so I sit here in the middle going neither right nor left I had built up my walls made them strong and thick sealed with blood and tears and the inevitable pound of fles...

thanks tom ... actually i don't think anything i posted today is newer than three years old ... and while at times i do tend to be brought back to this state ... they are fewer and farther between

they tell me it's all about love being kind and understanding giving of yourself to those less fortunate than you the words are good, the actions never seem to materialize did they forget or were they lies? i wonder how many of them have ever stopped and spoken with the beggar in the park or the wom...

Stepping off the edge of memories falling weightless into the depths slow motion grasping nothing tumbling, screaming, crying tears of blood roll silently burning skin like acid huddled in the corner of the bathroom floor door locked voices calling pleading, loving, but so distant naked and alone as...

Shed a tear for the lost and lonely the relics and outcasts of society wandering through life shunned and despised ridiculed and tormented by their peers wasted years spent crawling through the dust dependant upon the goodness of others for survival Say a prayer for the weak and weary toiling just t...

The dancer spins her minuet feet seeming to float above the floor and the menfolk watch lustfully their faces folded against one another the dancer spins on unheedingly her grace and beauty shine like a diamond seen through mid-day sunlight and the men jostle for position to get a better view to wat...

hmmm well there were a lot of things going through my feeble excuse for a mind as i wrote it ... i don't care for it all that much ... but thanks for reading terry

gusting winds
flay skin from bone
blood for blood
unending dance
life seeps into the ground
to spring up again
after the last frost
caressed by gentle breezes
until once again
gusting winds rise
giving voice to
the crimson cyclone

Street smart chylde glowing in your self absorption ignoring the world that has cast you adrift upon the cold waters of civilization. You take what you can leaving little behind of the stuff that others have left behind, unwanted, and you call it good. Street wise youth hustling and bustling through...

thank you jen ... i only hope i touch ppl in the right way with what i write ... most of it isn't very ... pleasant