Deep poems

Death is alive

Hear my blood as it makes your mind flood as we kill ourselves we also kill futures
Yeah this world is full of tricks its like we got killin tics here’s a tip don’t fall
For this trip, fallen for false doctrine in sugar coated dip
Are mind is in slavery its being whipped

Hear silence the screaming of sin after every gun shot there’s a grin, in this world we are
Never grateful but we always seem quite hateful. Why are Christians in this
world distasteful? Don’t be sexist because this world
doesn’t follow your convenient lexis

See blindness as this world is confined by sightless actions and sexual attractions.
I’m legend when I spit you throw away wit but for real you cant
Take a hit

Speak action words aren’t always gonna help sexual interactions. We got to do
Something about this world ASAP don’t think I don’t see you G living
Life like a re-re still learning your ABC’s you knew it before
But this world has changed you; death is in your breath.

Don’t live death or be a dead man walking, your stalking your fate death is at every
Corner waiting to strike its like the mike of the celebrity’s is so powerful
It can make the world stop spinning in the right direction
You look clean on the out but not when we took an inspection
Now on your wrist you need an injection
And you got no protection

That’s just what the devil wants death is alive in the corners. Death is alive in the
lives of others. Death is alive in the class and in this trash.
Death is alive
Sincerely BTruth

A genius isnt someone with a massive amount of intellegence, a genius is someone who shoots at something no one else can see and hits it.

i right many poems well not many i started may 16 so far i have seven

A genius isnt someone with a massive amount of intellegence, a genius is someone who shoots at something no one else can see and hits it.

RageOverdose wrote:

Gunslang wrote: since when did deep mean morbidly depressing?

I dunno...

I’ve always felt like I should write poems, but I really just don’t want to.

Did you write that?

James R. LeClair...

Was the falcon poem written by you?

Oh, wait, sorry, I quoted the wrong one...wow, I feel stupid...I didn’t mean to post the message RageOverdose/Gunslang wrote! I meant to quote the poem James R. LeClair had posted! Oops, sorry!!!!

I amde this one

I Hate u
I Hate This
Fuck this
Fuck that
*picks up baseball bat*
come here little kitty cat
*WHACK*
look at that kitty cat Fly

Come here little Chinese girl
wats your name
Chines girl - its Chin chang
Well ching chang
Met I my Bat
*BANG*
I creep intoa a dark shadow
like my name is Bruce Wayne

*draops bat ans picks up a Kane*
Im a loonatic Motha Fucka
And Im going insane
I want every one 2 feel my pain
Where u bleed all u want
and u still get no gain

IM a Fucken Beast
IM realy Off the Chain

If I could have you for a day
I would take you far away
Just grab hold of my hand
We’ll travel to a distant land
A place where very few have been
The most beautiful place you’ve ever seen
A place so warm you’ll never be cold
In this place you’ll never feel old
All the things you could ever wish for
Its all there for you to explore
So much happiness you’ll never cry
This special place for you and I
Forget everything, just come with me
I’ll turn your dreams into reality
This place might seem out of sight
I’ll take you there, just hold on tight
But make sure you open your eyes
Because you might miss the big surprise
Where this place is, you have no clue

Heres mine its the fucking best

FORWARD TO NOWHERE

On this dirt path I walk
I am just a stranger to nowhere
As I walk down the road of life
Until I reach the end
It is still raining
I am in nowhere, and I am heading for nowhere
I am on my way
Forward to nowhere
Walk on forward down this dirt road
To nowhere.
Forward to nowhere
Where you don’t even hear the birds sing
Forward to nowhere
Where you don’t even see a playing child
Clotheless
I walk
Faceless
I walk
Cheerless
I walk
Forward to nowhere
Where you don’t even see the flowers bloom
Forward to nowhere
Where you see no color but black
Turn around now
Go backward to somewhere
Not forward to nowhere
Backward
Somewhere
Where the birds sing and children play
Don’t go
Forward to nowhere.

i need some help with a poem! i need oooooooneee soon.

i is b thinking................

In a land far away where children can’t laugh
and its never really warm, theres always a draft
There lives a young boy, eyes deep as the sea
and he always felt frightened, cold, lonely

This particular boy was really quite shy
and no one could really understand why
he sat on a chair, facing the window
he watched, and he waited, till the moon let itself go

The boy walked into the forest and then-
Nobody ever saw him again

some say he got lost, some say that he died
some say he just sat there and cried, and cried

of all of these stories, none are quite right
that boy is just sitting there, lost in the night
he is all alone, trapped in his mind
so now he’ll just wait and never see daylight

roses are red
violets are blue
posted this poem
and it sucks... like ... glue.

I IS BE PSYYYYYYYYYYYYCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

annnnnnnnd i luvs every 1 poemmmmzzzerz. veryyy Goudd

Fear the night

Footsteps are heard wherever you go,
It wont matter how far they are,
Running with strength
Running with fear
They will catch up,
And will take you away...

roses are red violets are blue who gives a crap about all of you

roses are red
dead violets are black
so why is your chest
as flat as your back?

A heart that died so long ago,
Which life and blood once through it flowed,
Now lies emptiness inside this chest,
Long before my soul shall rest.
Wandering through the dark alone,
What lies beyond cannot be known.
The darkness shrouds this tortured mind,
The things once known now undefined.
Shadows of nightfall move about,
All logic and reason go without.
As I stumble toward my certain fate,
The Beasts of Darkness lie in wait.

nightmarelife wrote: A heart that died so long ago,
Which life and blood once through it flowed,
Now lies emptiness inside this chest,
Long before my soul shall rest.
Wandering through the dark alone,
What lies beyond cannot be known.
The darkness shrouds this tortured mind,
The things once known now undefined.
Shadows of nightfall move about,
All logic and reason go without.
As I stumble toward my certain fate,
The Beasts of Darkness lie in wait.

Nice

“To sing when you hurt,and to sing when you cry,to sing when you live and to sing when you die”

thanks

I have the best poem