Ravens Mark The SkiesDeath comes swiftly
On the wings of the night
And darkness overtakes all
When the raven takes flight.
The dove is defeated
When black wings flutter
Blue skies turn black
And windy voices mutter.
Midnight tinted feathers fall
From the blue heavens
Lightening strikes the hills
Signaling the end of the Raven.
Answers are Elusive What if death is only the beginning?
and life is really the end?
Maybe I'm not even real,
Just like my imaginary friend.
Love I know is an illusion
But hate can't be real.
Of peace, there is no such thing
because all we know is what we feel.
My mind is a mystery
and my body isn't true.
What can I rely on
If I can't even trust in you?
I Love You A mass of twisted dreams,
Is what my heart has become.
It's tearing at the seams
But I'm not dumb.
I know what you've done,
But I've done bad things too.
Please don't run
When I say that I love you.
Suicide As I gaze over the edge
of the great abyss
I feel the weight
of every loveless kiss.
Will I mend? No one can tell,
For my wounds are very deep
But I care not if I live or die
As I watch the blood seep.
A white porcelain grave filled with water,
Thats where you'll find me.
My parents won't miss their daughter,
They'll let me drown in this red sea.
Darker grows the whitewashed room
and all I see is red.
A shiny blade glints in the gloom
as my thoughts leave my head.
This is what you've done.
Does it make you smile?
I never meant to run
But I'll be gone for quite a while.
All These Questions- second additionWhat will there be
when there is no love in this world
left for me?
What could be the use of life
When freedom refuses to be free?
What can I say
when no one longs to listen?
Who will be innocent
when even child's eyes
So many questions
But time runs away.
Just one last request:
Please, Remember this day.
All These QuestionsWhat lies in the halls of the imagination
And lingers in the depths of the soul?
What if thoughts could foster a nation
And words could make me whole ?
When light ceases to exists what will the world hold
Will darkness consume everything?
Leaving the oceans lonely and cold.
Will the moon crash down from the sky?
Will the birds still fly?
These questions I cannot answer.
Though my wondering mind wants it to be so.
These thoughts are a deadly cancer.
And I realize, I may never know.
Murder- Tanka PoemIt's dragging me down
And now I'm 6 feet under
I am in the ground
But my soul lingers longer
Drifting on the winds of time