I'm not the best poet... but sometimes I write. They aren't always very good. Twisted
Kingdom is the first one I wrote.
The Twisted Kingdom
I live on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom
Come
find me. . . .
I am among the living dead, the demon dead.
I am ever slipping, never grasping.
Never able to,
never wanting to.
I live on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom,
Come find me. . . .
Come save me. . .
Reflections
Of Myself
I look in the mirror and I see nothing...
Eyes the same; but when you look deeper...
A cold
that scares me...
Broken In A Box
In a box are pieces of myself...
They are sharp
and jagged...
They cut and they hurt...
I pick them up and bleed my life...
I watch as it spills to the floor...
A faint smile touches my lips,
As the pain inside slowly subsides...
No Boundries
The conformity of
Which they instruct us
Sickens me.
As if this,
This were how
things should be.
"Follow the rules,
Follow the crowd."
Life can't have this restriction,
Shouldn't have this
constriction.
Not like that.
Never like that.
It is what you make it;
What you want...
What you feel...
Not
what they teach.
There are no rules,
No boundries,
To fly free with whatever.
Feelings and emotions,
But always
free.
Conformity
The conformity sickens me.
Too scared to stray,
Too afraid to be different,
But we
all have our own.
Thoughts and feelings too.
Yet we refuse to let our
Hearts show us the way.
Gone
Gone...
There, but changed...
No longer the happy, laughing child I once knew...
Lost
and gone forever...
Just a memory...
A shard of my past...
Of what was and what never will be again...
Limbo
The day drags on...
My mind wanders...
To the place of the unknown...
To the place
of the undead
Where you can't leave...
Can't breath...
Dazed and confused...
Lost and forgotten...
Trapped
in an everlasting limbo...
So Small in a World so Big
So small I am in a world so big.
Billions of people and I am only one.
So insignificant
I am, so inferior.
No one cares nor notices the small child that is me.
Too little to be bothered over.
Some Day Soon
Sitting now my mind tends to wander...
To day dream...
To think of things that once were...
That
are no longer...
That might be...
Of make belive and fantasy...
Where ever my dreams take me...
I don't want to
surface from this surreal bliss...
Back to reality though, I must go...
So good by childhood, unicorns, fairies and
goals...
To be kindled again...
Made real once more...
Some day soon...
Upon A Star
The stars hang low in the night sky;
They are twinkling for me...
I whisper a dream to
them;
They are calling for me...
I make a wish all by my lonesome self;
They are weeping for me...
Untitled
When I step outside,
I lock the gate.
The gate to the garden
The garden that is my
heart.
I am dead to the world
Smile here smile there
Try to act normale,
Try to fit in
In where I surely do
not belong.
But whilst I hold this fake facade,
My mind has drifted
Drifted away from the harshfulness,
Surround
and suffocating
Back to the garden
The place of hopes and dreams
Of peace and surrenity
Mystery and surrealism
Memories
and happiness
Of magic and love
The place of just you and me
