PREDICAMENT

Again and again,
Just when will it stop?
Forever and ever,
The bad things: A LOT.
Some things may change,
But some stay the same.
Some will be honest.
But some will still blame.
Things will always stay,
At the bottom of the cliff.
People never learn,
Cause they are never stiff.
Everyone's to blame,
Cause all we waste is time.
Over and over,
Lies fall in line.
Over and over,
Sins just reverse,
It was an emblem,
Of satan's cruel curse.

brutal equinoX

The sighting of the moon and sun,
The battle begins as the stars start to drum.
As violence and morbidness collide,
Which one to take? Just, which side?
The sky right now is without void.
The shatters of blood is what to avoid.
The violent sun v.s. the morbid moon,
One will die...one has to...soon.
The out of place stars move left and move right,
For this gaffe, was not at all trite.
This one mistake, will cause all to die.
The most interesting thing...can be the most brutal lie.

AT LAST

When your life is satiated with hate,
Full of anger and endless fury.
When the good things come in late,
And happiness is in a hurry.
When you step into the dark,
It pulls your whole inside.
First it stirs and then wakes up,
And then becomes alive!
When your light cannot turn on,
For right now it's out of order.
So perhaps you've gone too far,
And have probably crossed the border.
If you can no longer turn,
For the wheel had gotten damaged,
You can no longer help but burn,
Even though thine life was bandaged.
But if both brake...
So then perhaps...
Happiness...
May come at last.

trite gaffe

There are always one of those days,
When you can only think of rain.
Sometimes it doesn't decay,
Because of unforgivable pain.
It may hurt in the beginning,
But it will surely disappear.
Hopefully you will be winning,
And lose all of your fear.
So sit down and lie back,
And think about your reasons,
Especially that since,
This may come on any season.
Have a cup of coffee.
Or a malt at a cafe.
Just remember that,
This is a trite gaffe.

soul on fire

It sets my soul on fire,
It makes my body burn.
It makes my IQ higher,
Until I actually learn.
It makes me do it's bidding,
It makes me do it's will.
If I don't follow what is given,
It may come in for the kill.
It sets my eyes to one reason,
Although I do not want,
It doesn't care what season,
As long as it can haunt.

Past Is It's Own Self

The past is the past,
And you can't change that fact.
Quite easy to believe,
For it happens every act.
You may want to change direction,
But can't for it is too strong.
Even if the situation,
Is not where it belongs.
If it would go for left,
You would later go for right.
Before honest conversations,
Become unforgivable fights.
There are so many directions,
To pick from, but you...
Only have one chance.
And can only pick from few.
Then later decays to past.
And even though it had gone wrong,
You can never choose the inevitable.
For it is there where it belongs.

"Direction depends on the person's inevitable will..."

Endless Opportunities!

You will live the unbelievable life,
Even though there's still tomorrow.
You will laugh the priceless laugh,
And will never reach the sorrow.
The darkness fades fast,
As it sees you approach.
Black spots now past,
For it knows you are the coach.
The creatures in the deep,
Will sink away when you are swimming.
It may be the end of them,
But for you it's the beginning.
When you step on dying land,
With spirit it comes alive.
And if it had a pair of hands,
It'll surely give you a hi five.
Especially since it's your birthday,
So many opportunities now, behold!
These are one of the greatest stories,
Ever SAID, and ever TOLD...

made May 27 2009, this poem was made for my mom's bday:D

Lycanthrophe mountain

Lycanthrophe mountain,
So quiet and dark.
Lycanthrophe mountain,
It was the wolves ark.
The forests graveyard.
And silent hell.
It was where darkness,
And satan fell.
The gruesome sound dripping,
Of blood black and blue.
Fairy tale or not,
I still think it is true.
For you can see signs,
Of " shadows a roaming",
And you can hear sounds,
Of carcasses moaning.
It may sound frightening,
But believe it or not,
Of all the black places,
This one's the safest spot...