Escape

Reality Fantasy
Which one am I in?
I see people
are they people I know?
Things seem real..
yet they seem like a dream.

Fantasy?
maybe
The things I can do don't seem real
Am I walking or am I flying?
The day goes by and night falls

Reality?
maybe
Am I really asleep?
Is this all a dream?
It's just like my day.
The errands i did
The places I went

Fantasy Reality
I'm awake I think
The world seems to be turning fast
A week has gone by
I did my chores
But i think i am dreaming agian.

I'm flying
i see trees and lands never explored before
yet it seems familiar to me.
I hear a voice
I wake
The trees still stand
I'm in my yard
Am I still asleep?

Why can't I find a way out?
I'm begginning to get scared now.
Fantasy Reality which one am I in now?
Everything looks real but
Maybe it's just me
Maybe the world is always like this

But is it all real
Or is it pure fantasy?

thats cool. you got anymore poems?

Yeah good job, post another one.

I would love to post another one, but how moral and ethical do they have to be?

is this one okay? A lot of my poetry is really dark!!

He laughed

It was all over the news.
The man that gunned down the little boy.
He pleaded insanity.
I didn't believe him.
I don't think anyone really did.
The little boy was only six.
They said he was in critical condition,
that was when they arrived there.
That was yesterday.
He died today.
The nation mourned over the loss.
After a week it died down.
He still awaits his trial.
I'm sure that when it begins
the nation will mourn again.
But no one will truly understand the loss.
I was there I should know.
We where holding our mothers hand,
when he did it you know what he did?
he laughed

dark is good. where do you get inspiration?

Thats just it, i don't know were the words to my poems come from, they just come and if i don't write them down, i lose them. I love writing them though they always leave me with goosebumbs. lol. I do have lighter poems i write ocasionally, but for those, i need to sit and think. Maybe i will post a new one on dragons in a few days.

dragons....i cant wait...

i don't know what to call this one, it will either be untiteld, or to late, not sure, but i am open to ideas and comments from you!


The love in this world has dissipated.
It has gone and hate fills the emptiness
You don't notice until it's to late.
To late to turn back
To late to say sorry
You've lost your soul in society
They're not going to give it back.
It wanders streets lonely afraid
You search a new quest to fill the void it left.
Years pass and no luck.
Small things here and there
Nothing permanent.
Your soul has turned to hatred,
To feed those around it.
And you, you are merely a child lost in a park.
No one notices you or helps
A soulless wanderer looking for an everlasting quest
With no knowledge of how to find it
No knowledge of hatred
And no hands to reach out and help


p.s. dragons are coming i promise, its just i am havbing trouble chosing which one i want to use lol.

keep 'em coming...they're very good...

Yeah you are really good

wack...

And now for the long awaited Dragons here they are, although, they might not be as good as i hope. I hope you enjoy them!!!! Oh and today I am finally postin either all or most of my poems I have on disk, but that doesn't mean that there is all that i have.

Dragons Eye

A thousand centuries come and passed
Villages galore
Young maidens in long skirts
Brave knight born of virtue

Children born grew old and died
Drought and famine too
Flowers on the hilltop
So the seasons change

Diseases and wars and everything in between
Kings then queens
Empty thrones
So the story goes

All of this was watched
All of it recorded
But no one dared to look
In the dragons eye



Basically, this shows what a dragon witnessed in his/her life. It always seems to continue in an unchanging circle and yet the humans dared not to enter the dragons cave for fear of instant death.

This one came to me around midnight one night, I'm not sure if it means the shadows are secrets, or a dark past. But the concept is the person in it, is afriad to ask for help, but is willing to wait untill it comes.

Fear

Hiding in the shadows
That I create alone
Waiting and watching
For all to leave
Stealthily I walk outside
And collect the mail
Whispers run among me
Bringing disaster all around
I jump and hide and run along
In the shadows
Shadows I create alone
Hiding in the darkness
I count my time
Until things arrive
New and unspoken
Waiting in the darkness
Looking for a light
But hiding in the shadows
That I create alone

Full of questions

Why do we hide grandfather?
Because of the beasts
How long have they been here grandfather?
Many Many years
Have they always been here grandfather?
No ages ago we were the only ones who lived here
Why do we hide from the beast’s grandfather?
They would kill us if we showed ourselves.
But why grandfather?
They do not understand us.
Why don’t they grow like we do grandfather?
They do not have the magic that resides in us.
You know what grandfather? I think they are funny!
Why is that little one?
They have no claws. And they can’t fly without the metal birds.
Yes that is true but they are very smart.
Not as smart as me Grandfather.
No I agree, two leggers are not smart animals.
Grandfather, why don’t we just breathe fire on them and kill them all?
Because they do provide some meat for us.
You mean the cows and sheep?
Yes little one.
Grandfather do you think there will ever be a truce?
I do not know little one, but maybe in time we will see.


I wanted to shock anyone who read this one because it starts out simple enough, a child and grandfather asking questions. But in reality, it is two dragons talking. Although the relationship they share is true, i thought it was neat to make the dragons come out at the end.

Um, I'm not sure what this one is supposed to really mean. This one came to me around 3 in the morning a few months ago. Being a night owl has some good things i guess. I stay up as late as i can the sleep all day. So most of my poetry does come to me at night or really early mornings. Enjoy!!


Untitled

Mystery surrounds you
Dresses you in black
Hides you in the shadows
Now there ain’t no turin back

Walkin through the forest
Night is falling fast
No one even dares to ask
About your deep dark past

You may keep on smiling
And you can hide it well
But your soul cries out now
Of the secrets it wishes to tell

The world around us darkens
Hiding all in shadows
Spreading disease and darkness
That is how fear grows

Abuse is not a preety sight, I knew a very nice woman whom I babysat for and she was in a bad relationship. One night she was home when her "boyfriend" came by and found out she was on the verge of breaking up with him. A fight started and it escalated to the point where he attacked her. The little boy ran to his room but the little girl attacked the man. He stabbed the little girl in the stomache(she survived) and then killed the mother. It was a devestating turn of events, but in the end he died trying to get away. This poem reflects (in the end) what i think should happen when people are in bad relationships.


Is it just me?

I hear the sounds coming through the wall
They do not sound like something good
I see her in the hall
She wears the glasses everyday
The cake like texture of her makeup smears when she cries
I watch her wait for the bus
She seems sad
Unsure of herself
I call out
She hides in the shadows
She runs
At night I hear it all again
The pounding
The sobbing
No one else seems to care
I watch her leave in the morning
I ask if she needs help
She shakes her head and walks off
The next night it repeats
That dreadful noise
In the morning I wait
And I wait
And wait
Hours later the beast leaves
I knock on her door
It opens
Upon entering I see the blood
Blood everywhere
A body lies on the floor
Almost dead
It is then she asks for help
Should people try to help other sooner,
Or is it just me?

Justice is blind. Some people get away with murder, and others are not so lucky (yay for us!!) But what were to happen if the murderer almost gets away but is stupid enough to do something like what happens here?

Justice has been found

You planned it out
It should have worked
Then hide the body for two days
And decorated for Christmas
You layed down papers in the bathroom
And put the body in the bathtub
Then cut it up in small chunks
And then you rinsed the tub
After cleaning each piece carefully
You put then in different boxes
You thought you were so clever
When you wrapped them up like presents
Then after you sterilized the bathroom
You lived the seasons through
And everyday you took one box and buried it
Different spots everyday
You made sure of that
You kept a map in your room
Small dots for a box
Ten boxes when your deed was done
Nine dots on the map so far
You would have made it out
You would have gotten free
But you had to send the last box
To her family
On new years eve
Her head showed up
Cops came and took you down
You may have cleaned and scoured
But you left the map
Fingerprints on each box
All the boxes found
You face life in prison
You laugh it off
You don’t care
Justice has been found

This one is actually true. Except for the place i saw them. These were kids who i knew and there families were big time rich. Yes having money is great, and owning things is cool to. But where is the fun in it if you run out of things to buy. Or what is the reward in it if you don't buy it with money you earn and that does not include allowence, i mean truly work for it. It is hard, once i had saved money from watching my niece and nephew. Instead of spending that money on junk, i bought a small cd for my family members (i joined a cd club, very cheap!!). I think the best things in life are what you work for and not what is gained by other peoples profit/money.


Pity

The other day I saw two kids walking down the lane
They were talking about some things they wanted
Listing them the list grew long
They walked into the large house
The one on the end
Two days later I saw them again
Walking down the lane
The list they had was now so short
It seemed they got their toys
But looking back I have to say
I pity them its true
They do not know how hard
Hard work is
They get all they want
I work all day and come home
To my family
My house may be small
The kids don’t have everything they want
Some bills are late
Others are overdue
Yes I may have a wish list
But it is things I will work for
I pity the person who has it all
For one day they will want more
And that is something money cannot buy

Have you ever had the feeling you are stuck? This poem shows what it would be like if life was hard to find. Or if your life was not what you think it is.


Reality

I walk down the cemeteries dirt road
I walk into the gate
Shadows grew along the walls
Fog blew in too

Click
Channel change

I jump in
The waters cold
The race has begun
Who will when first place

Click
Channel change

A fight broke out
A gang war starts
Blood soon hits the snow
Sirens blare

Click
Channel change

A dying man
Waits on his bed
I walk up
And greet him

Click
Channel change

Where has my life gone
I search the television
Each channel flicks on by
Which life is mine

Click
Channel change

I search harder
I can’t bear it anymore
I look around and notice
This is not my world

Click
Channel change

I am stuck
I am lost
I can not find it
I can not find reality

This poem was from when i was very young, i had passed by the band room at school and heard them and the orchestra warming up for a recital, they were doing scales and practicing, and i came up with this. It is simple, but cute.


The Beat

The beat
The beat
Hear it repeat
The drum
The drum
Hear it hum
The violin
The violin
Hear it zim
It zim along
With the drum
With the beat
The beat that repeats

Man u like 6 times in a row posted, this time ill let u go, but next time no double posting or ill give u a warning, also wait till ppl reply before posting the next, obvisouly no one has looked at them yet.

This one is what were to happen if reality stopped for you for any given reason, either that or I am not sure. Most of my poems confuse even me sometimes.

The boy
So young
But oh so smart

He left that day
Took off on his own
He wanted a life of his own

But reality was harsh
He couldn’t take anymore
Fantasy prevailed

A dragon in the midst of things
A castle towers on a hill
Horses gallop by

A bubbling brook by the road
A forest lies behind him
He begins a journey

A wizard finds him
And he guides him
In the art of magic

He follows orders for a year or two
Schooling seems so hard
He wants to move on

The moon rises high
As he sneaks out
He leaves his life behind

He takes his knowledge with him
A world away from what he new
He runs into the night

On the horizon he sees a scene
That chills him to the bone
A battle between two wizards

He knows if he is caught
They will include him too
He turns to leave

They see him run
And then shout out
He has to join the fight

He crosses the field
And is face to face
With two wizards he knew

They count to three
They start again
The war has now begun

Although he is fast
And cast many a spell
He isn’t skilled enough

A spell catches him
He goes down
He blacks out

He awakens in a room
White walls all around
His head throbs

He stands to leave
His legs won’t obey
His muscles seem to weak

He drags himself across the floor
And soon he reaches the door
He tries to open it but is it locked

He doesn’t understand
He cries out
Frustration starts

People run into the room
The all gather around him
He sees a face that is familiar

But were was she before
Another face full of stuble
Leans in and cries

He won’t stand
And he won’t talk
Soon he is alone again

Outside the room
The doctor says
He’ll never be the same

Although comatose
For almost a year
He doesn’t know the ones around him

The women cries
With the stuble faced man
Cause they have lost their son

The boy lays down
His dreams begin
The war is fresh in his mind

He walks down the hill
Through the woods
And down the old dirt road

He enters the old shack
The wise wizard sits there
They begin a new

This is one of my favorites, i don't know why though, it just is.

The maiden

Young girl barely a women
Taken away on that night
Winds howling
Dogs braying
On that pitch black night

Oh who will save this fair maiden?
Who shall be so brave?
Atop a mountain
In a cave
Were lost souls reside

Brave knight, valiant knight
Thinks he will prevail
Picks up sword
Gets his armor
Rides his trusty steed

Causally and carefully
He picks his way around
Rocks fall
Hope is slim
Will he reach the top?

Young maiden sitting there
Upon a lonely rock
Points away
Then cries out
The dragons set a trap

Dragon smiles deviously
While he awaits his meal
Maiden cries
Dragon sighs
How many more will come

Oh who will save this fair maiden?
Who shall be so brave?
Atop a mountain
In a cave
Were lost souls reside

This one is cool, it makes you stop and think about who the speaker is, i think that makes it suspenseful.


Waiting

We are all here
Waiting for the time
A time when those things leave
Letting us show ourselves
We have been waiting here
Locked away by beasts
The terrible things that
lie and cheat and steal
The cruel beasts that wander
All over the earth
They are vile and inhumane
They don’t love others
But there are some who do
They are the chosen ones who will live on
But when the time is right
We will walk the earth
We will dominate the humans
The ones who desecrated God


(just in case you still don't know who the speakers are, they are angels)

ok, sorry about so many posts, i get a limited amount of time when i am at the library, and though it might be easier to post the ones i already had on file. Next time i promise not to post so many ok?

they're all pretty awesome...i wish i could write like that.

thanks, i am sure anyone can write like this, all it takes is a vivid imagination and lots of time to think, maybe a bathroom break, it is quiet in there and noone will bother you, this works for me sometimes.

I been wondering, Why you don't read the poems posted by Pegasus, and You read like 10 posts of this one? Pegasus poetry, is also great. You just need to take some time and read it as well.

Is his the one with the lions in it? If so that poem is brilliant. Inspirering. (yeah, I'm bad at spelling lol)

If i can find it, i am bad a paper work, but if i can find it i have a good poem on wolfs i will post!! But for now, enjoy this one!!


The new you
Come, dwell on the past with me
it won't hurt, maybe for the first time
after that you get used to it
come on, don't dwadle
it'll be fun, you'll see?
the past isn't hard to find
grab hold of me, we will plunge deeper
you remeber that old man?
pathetic wasn't he?
lets go deeper
your past is so dark
you are so wicked aren't you?
lets stay here a while
can you feel that anger?
that lust for power?
harness it become it
are you ready? lets go
what? you want to go deeper?
ok, it is your soul
Hmm more pain here
yes thats it grasp it cling to it
call out its name and hold it
move on you say? deeper?
lright, lets go
deep wounds of anger lie here
wrap it arond your self
emerge now
break open your cacoon youve built
spread your wings and fly
your a new you
friends? Family?
who needs em?
they caused you all this pain
yeah, thats right
use it, your new power
drive them away
you don't need them
you got me
you old friend Al

(just in case you are wondering, Al is alchol.)

By the light of the full moon

Yellow are his eyes that gleam in the midnight darkness
Mangy and matted is his fur from weeks of heat
Brown black and blue the colors all swirl on his coat of fur
neglected was his body where unseen bones dance
thunderous was his heart when he came upon his prey
fast was his kill when he lept from the path
mournful was his howl by the light of the full moon

Although this is not the original poem i wrote, it is one i cam up with last night, if i can find a way to post it, this is a decription of the painting i made a few years ago of a wolf.

I walk the fine line of life and death
Niether fully alive or dead
i don't truly exist.
I live in your fear
and in the hearts of the sick.
Sometimes i am impatient
i wait for no one
i will go to them.
I have many faces but no true one
I have many names,
yet i will not answer your call
if you should meet me on the street
look not upon my face
as death will follow soon
for i am the Grim Reaper!

I am not sure how many more poems i will be posting. I will however later this month post a short story else where called An Old Mans Story. Tragic story. Then maybe by the end of the year if i have finished writing it, i will post a book, if i am allowed to do so. Later this week also, i will post a summery of the book, and ask for ideas, please feel free to pm me if you have an idea, and if i am unable to post my story, then i will be glad to mail it to those who wish to read it.

Long time to post huh? Well i just came up with this one and wanted to know what everyone thinks about it! Be honest though!!

Pain

I can't take it anymore.
All this pain.
No one seems to want to listen any more
I tried to yell it out
they laugh it off
shells litter the ground outside
You can't take one foot outside without hearing the woundeds cries
or the silence of the dead.
why can't it stop?
why do they insist on fighting?
what will stop this war?

um....here is a new poem.....there is a hint of truth behind it.....

Kite

My life is drifting in the sky.
There is no control in it.
When the winds blow I follow.
I have no guide to lead me.
I am afraid.
Sometimes the wind stops and I fall.
Sometimes it blow’s continuously without stop;
and I find myself fighting nothing but the pull of opposing forces.
The line that used to be down on earth has been cut.
I fear I my have done it to escape my life on earth.
But now that I have no real place to go and no home to call my own,
why should I not follow the winds?
Even at times when it all seems for nothing.
I know there is someone wanting to bring me back.
But who will that be?
How will they come to me?
I cut my string really close so there is nothing to hold on to.
Will they be able to reach me?
Will I fail in my quest?
What is my quest?
I have long since forgotten.
This is what comes when you have no plans.
When you think you can handle it.
For now I have to go where the winds blow.
But will you be there when I land again?

Driven

Why are you running it asks
I don't know i reply
What are you scared of it asks
I don't know I reply
Somthing inside it smirks with a smile
Fighting back tears I don't know i replied
Come now your not scared of me it are you it asks
No! i reply fear audible in my voice
Oh I've hit a nerve haven't i it asks
Shut up! I scream almost a cry
Your driven by sheer madness it cackles out loud
I sink to my knees unable to reply
you push all away you reject them don't you it asks
no its not true i manage to whisper aloud
can't you see i've won it laughs it smirs it dances about
Your not real i scream you don't exist i shout out.
Yet you hear me do you not it replies with a laugh
but as you said before; i'm driven by pure madness...
you just came alog for the ride
Its smile dissaperas it's face pales
it goes back inside
I keep on running not knowing when to stop
Driven by pure madness