yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!

haunted by blood -poem

Blood
Pools of blood
Blood that’s not mine
Such a sickening smell

Its on my hands
Its on my face
Its on the floor
Its all over the place

It wont wash off
Water doesn’t work
I can still feel it on my soul
It will never go away

I didn’t do it
I was just a tool
I held the weapon
But he controlled it

Its not my fault
But I feel so dirty
It wont leave my mind
The sight of him dead

I’m no longer innocent
I have seen a man die
I am corrupted
And I was controlled

He forced me
To do things I did not want
Now he is dead
And I am haunted by blood

If no one cared - short poem

If no one cared,
we would all die,
And if everyone is dead,
no one would be left to cry.

The young -poem

The young do things,
They do not mean,
And some of them,
Are not seen.

But some of them,
Are very known,
And everyone's reactions,
Are clearly shown.

Love, Hatred,
Disgust,
Some of them,
Even show Trust.

For the young,
Do all kinds of things,
And when people show trust,
They feel like they have wings.

The young can do,
Bad and good,
But they always do,
What they should.

Fighting monsters -poem

We have been broken,
Beaten, stepped on and stabbed
It has left us quite cold
And we are very mad

Who would do such horrid things?
Who would where these kids down?
And how could they stand themselves
And still be human?

They are monsters
Things that aren’t wanted
Things that should not be seen
But they still roam the streets

They should not be parents
Should not be here
In this world that we live
They are what taint it

Things like them
Corrupt others minds
And beet the ones
Who don’t comply

Yet we still fight on
Through all tribulations
No matter what happens
We will stand firm

Though some will falter
Most will stand tall
We will help others
And the fallen will rise again

Against the monsters
That roams our homes
Our schools
And our streets

They break and beat
They step on and stab
Whether it’s your body
Or your mind

But we will fight on
We will stand tall
We will not give
The monsters shall fall

We will fight
As hard as we can
We will not die
We will not lose

We will live on
We will defeat them
We will not perish
But they will rot.

Abandoned in the storm -poem

Two teenagers,
Running under the crying sky,
Tears streaking their faces,
As they plow through the forest.

Fleeing from the destruction,
And terror behind,
Trying to forget,
The sound of gun shot.

It rings in their ears,
Haunting them,
Not letting them forget,
The carnage they left behind.

All alone,
No idea where they are going,
Just that its far away,
From the stench of chard wood.

Through the unknown forest,
running to find a place,
Any place,
To stay.

The girl looks back,
Wishing it all away,
The boy stops and shouts,
She turns back to late.

Over the edge she falls,
Off a cliff she didn't see,
Grabbing something,
Anything stable.

The boy looks over,
Already on his knees,
He thrusts out his hand,
Stretching as far as he dares.

Desperate she reached for him,
So close yet so far,
She tries to climb,
But the rocks give way.

They both scream at once
One of denial,
One of terror,
As she fall into darkness.

Watching her disappear
The boy shouts,
Screaming her name,
But to no avail.

His gaze was empty,
Shaken with what had happened,
Not able to comprehend,
His immense loss.

but slowly he realized,
Everyone was gone,
Family, friends,
The whole town in ruins.

His only love was gone,
And he was alone,
And as he started to cry,
The sky wept with him.

And you could hear his screams,
louder than thunder,
desolate as the moon,
Abandoned in the storm.