Poetry for the soul

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***** WAR *****

flowers painted blood red.

black smoke everywher,

you can only hear 

the screams of the 

fallen

the cries

of the 

injuried

all i can hear is my heart beat over 

the explosions

as the enemy comes 

closer 

and

closer

i close my eyes and all i see is 

black 

and 

blood red 

now

i watch my enemy bcome my brother in the 

blood filled fields

now i dread for

my sisters

my brothers

who lay in blood 

of each others

waiting for it 

to end.

 **** Love & Hate ****

Love maybe the onething

i hate the most 

of all things in this world

it is silly

you fall for someone 

like you never saw someone that good looking before.

Hate 

is to a closed fist in 

your face

as love is like a rose 

pretty and perfect

but dont get too close 

when least exspect it

a thorn cuts.

love is a waste of time for me and you 

we both know its true.

__SNOW__

I don't like snow or the cold 

but its fun to play in it thoe.

it falls from the sky like frozen tears

you try to keep the walk ways clear

but it keeps coming down on you and the ground

you try to stay warm if your coat, mittens and scurf

as the wind plows and nips at your nose.

--IN MY EYES--

all around us we live

breathe crime

we hear screams or others

we see what peole do to girls young or old

but we just stand there watching as one of out own gets raped then 

killed by a man she once knew

but

we do nothing 

we just say "it's ok as long as its not me."

who knows what will happen in a few years time

all we know is that beinf self-centered keeps us safe

look around you

are you with your 

fellow men or 

your fello beasts

people choose to do wrong 

i rather do right than wrong

i hear the cries and the screams 

and pray to god that he will stop the suffering for those who cry

to those who scream into the night hopping for away out

i pray for you to be safe and to be away from harms reach. 

 ***HEART BROKEN***

 thunder rolls, lighting strikes

i shudder at the thought of the picture outside

the saddness of nature it broke my heart in two

watching and waiting for it to be over

i wished it was over all ready it was taking too long just like a broken heart

i looked out of my window tears rolling down my face 

as i put my hand on the window

the rain looked like tears from angels

i watch as the storm gets louder and more feirce 

i lay my head back on the wall staring out into the nothingness of outside

waiting

watching 

hoping something would happen 

something that would take the pain away

i couldn't face reality knowing that i was alone

knowing that my heart was no longer whole

i sat there staring 

crying

and

watching

the clouds cry with me screaming with thunder and lighting everywhere

Unknown

eventhough i do not know

i do not fear the 

unknown

i never thought to question it 

but now that i have thought about it 

it should be questioned

so 

i ask you the reader

why...

why fear the unknown?

***BLOOD, RED***

i watch as it pours out of me

as it falls to the stone ground

poudle in pools of liquid red

thick with a smell of copper 

i slowly close my eyes growing tired of 

watching as i feel myself go into a

darkness that is blinding to all

i see no light just nothing closing around 

as i feel my body go numb from the pain

from all the hurt that i've felt 

goign empty as i embrace the nothingness

the blackness that surrounds me

as i breathe in my last breathe

i jult up realizing i fell alseep

as i smile and see my blood dripping

into a pool benithe my feet

freedom at last feeling happy 

feeling 

FREE

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