Happy and sad, the blue mixes with black, swinging back and forth, noose hung from my rack.
Indecision causes emotional distress, depression covers the joy, thoughtful hate on the mind, my human expressions regress.
They love me, yet I hate them back, thrown in all directions, distress throws me off track.
Maybe I like this state of sin, it is so much easier to let the evil win.
Your feedback helps ronin67 understand what's working
Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
Soft voices arise, a taste even sweeter The wind is respectful, it subsides and waits For no heart on Earth ever beat any deeper No soul ever made it back from dark gates.
There is always love It shows with a dove People need more fun Even when they are down People need help People don't need kelp and we all need Love!.
People, people Pass me by I look up And wonder why?.
Drowning in it, yet not getting wet, All the holes its teeth reveal. Cold and rain its task abet -- That is, your comfort for to steal..
They give you not a sec for air, They call your name, That icecold stare, Completely lost, No sense at all, Say anything, Anything you recall.
A cold frosty night,. A white peaceful sight,. One man wanders,. Through the bitter cold and silence,. He spreads ice and snowy weather,. Jack is a different kind of fella,.
Observe, describe with variables to stick Numbers in..hm...makes no sense-- Wait, I got it right. What is this magic. No, 'tis but a higher power: science..
Buried under flowering green, Aging below shrouded sun, Lies a garden rarely seen, To which, when sad, I always run. Bury my nose in crisp rose blooms, Let verdance banish the fetid gloom.
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.