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!
- Created By momo and kiro
Dreams and Reality -poem
Today is reality,
tomorrow's just a dream.
You seem to wait forever,
Or so you belive.
You dream sweat dreams,
You sleep more then it seems.
But when you awake,
It's for your own sake.
It might not be,
The answer you see.
But just remember this,
Tomorrow might be a bliss.
But today is reality,
And that's the way it should be.
The End -poem
What is the end?
It is many things
The last page of a book
the final words in a play
when the day comes to a close
When men are led astray
The end is when gods have been conquered
Disappearing with one last rasping breath
As i always knew
the world ends in death
Hell - Acronym
Happiness is nonexistent
Emotional rollercoaster’s suck
Life is lost, please return
Light is covered up
Forced to watch my world fall apart -poem
I never thought,
Things would go wrong,
But I forgot,
About the things that could.
I saw things,
I should never have seen,
I just opened my eyes,
And stared death in the face.
Franticly thinking,
Scared and alone,
Grabbing the dyeing in my arms,
And running as fast as I can.
It was all just a blur,
And I didn’t know what to do,
I had to act fast,
Before my world shatters.
CRACK!
It is starting,
I have to be fast,
But only despair waits.
I scream for help,
But there is none to give,
Nothing anyone can do,
And my body is paralyzed.
BAM!
My world is falling apart,
My mind has gone blank,
As I hold death.
She's squirming and arching,
In my tight grasp on her life,
But without a word,
She dies in my arms.
I can't move,
All I can do is stare,
And I don't know,
What to do any more.
My only friend,
Dead in my arms,
Who was alive,
Just moments ago.
Tears are falling,
And my heart stops,
As it hits me,
That she’s never coming back.
I fall to the floor sobbing,
Feeling hell for the first time,
As I'm forced to watch my world,
Fall apart in my hands.
sirens -poem
Under the water,
Are things you can't see,
They lurk in the dark,
Waiting for thee.
Flowing golden-yellow hair,
Adorns skin pale and fair,
Beautiful beyond compare,
All the sailor stand and stare.
Standing in place,
Falling into a deep trance,
They see you stare,
And take their chance.
Lulling them into the sea,
With their charm,
But they only wish to,
Cause you harm.
Walking, running,
Into the sea,
But still walking on land,
Or so they believe.
Breathing in water,
Like breathing in air,
If you wake up,
You'll drown in despair.
Cause the creatures are watching ,
And waiting for you,
They take every chance,
To see you through.
The feed on your life,
And you'll never escape,
You'll drowned in the ocean,
Before you wake.
They are the devils of the deep,
and the fantasies of the week,
they have many names,
but one describes them quiet clear,
sirens.
