My Flower

Before I procede to
take my last breath, before i
inhel the semtums of death, before
i shed my last tear for help, my death
is calling in the hand of my friends.

my life has fallen deeper from my hands
to my feet i'm crawing can't speak,being
on top makes you weak with a foney smile
down to the ground, one of my friends is pulling
me down till i can't even make a sound.

I need help but me and God
both know that their is
nobody around.

somethimes darkness will never
fall down........

In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
Bitter and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this music of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written by the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

My love is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the more I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What more miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fire with wonderful device
Such is the power of love in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time

The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time

The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created

Poor lost little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's more powerful than she knows

They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying

Poor child all alone
Yet more powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day

This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent lost souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth

Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?

One day
One day the real truth will shine
Showing all the laughing liars
That the wall they built from fake
Will come crashing down

Crippled soul, strung with fears
Is running into disaster
Of paranoia and indestructible fear,
While your thoughts are struggling
With images of rottenness
Which is spreading as spiral evil,
Devastates every form of intelligent mind,
Now already lost in insanity of own mind.


Fear is growing inside,
Your mind is filled with worries,
While the picturesque dreams
Will corrode already exhausted brain.


And in openness of your own madness
Peace will come as confirmation,
To which you'll finally start to believe,
Although you wasted your life
On rottenness and fears
Which is spreading inside as ominous spiral.

Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good day to go bad.

Seconds change into minutes, minutes change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I love you just the same.

Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my heart was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please

My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel

Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life

I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering

I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now

Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And love again

Everyone will know now
That I will show love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground

Love glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
Love feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But love can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal