Waiting in the shadows
Adrenaline rushing through
Skin struggling to breathe through make up
The time has come
Attack
Surprise
Gleaming of the knife
The screaming, the stabbing, the bloody mess remaining
Amusement
Falling to the floor
Pointing and laughing at a severed head
Sunrise
Mild panic
Searching for a place to hide
More shadows
Sleeping
Tossing and turning
The burning sensation and the headaches
Mind revisiting previous achievements
The eternal kaliopie music
Wake up
Re-apply makeup
New face, new knife, more "boys and girls"
It's show time.

*waits eagerly for Rogue to tear poem to shreds*

Hi, I'm not really in the right spot to advise you on poetry, but I'll tell you what I thought

The start was a bit slow, awkward, I didn't get the point of the poem untill you started off about killing people. I like the sense of humor; or maybe its a way for you to vent your emotion, I don't know. The end was not too predictable.

All in all, bit of a rough flow at the start, humoristic, but I don't really see a lot of emotion, except maybe hate and anger.

I'd like to see more of your work, this one was interesting to read.

I always appreciate others opinions about my work regardless if it positive or negative. Besides, I never did take my writing seriously enough to really fine tune it into something better. I just write it as it pops into my head and hope that someone will notice and at least say something.

*wringing claws as he waits for Rogue to attack his latest piece*

*looks at watch and taps foot* Where the hell is rogue?

My Beloved Pheonix

Two emeralds dance
Amidst a veil of fire
Lulling me with their melody
A siren with her harp

I move forward
Helpless, powerless, and yet
Passionate all the same
Gently I'm taken in

Like flames in a fire
We weave and interlock
Burning, feeding, needing
Drawing deeper into one another

The electric passion consumes
Stinging it's way
Back and forth repeatedly
Until at last release

Contentment and silence lay rest
To ecstacy's delicate promenade
All have parted but four crimson soldiers
And ten intertwined fingers

Years have passed since that night
But I remember fire and emeralds
First... Last... and Always

Damn

Untitled

A duchess lay to sleep one night
She awoke not in her room
But in a forest
The night was dark and vast

The moonlight carpeted a path
Into a soft green clearing
In the center darkness took shape
And grew larger as the duchess approached

Instinctively they embraced
"Where have you been?" she asked
"Waiting for you." the shape replied

The two joined hands walking
Across the grass lain floor
Wind began whispering through the leaves

"Do you hear the wind whispering?"
Asked the Duchess
"It says see the living walk with the dead."
Quietly the shape whispered
"You're merely dreaming."

The green carpet led to a stream
Where the two paused and embraced
Water rushed over the motionless stones
And began to chant

"I hear the river chanting."
"It calls out, see the living embrace the dead."
Again the shape replied
"You're merely dreaming."

Starlight accompanied the moon
While crickets and ravens played their symphony
The shape and the Duchess began to dance

"Do you hear their song?"
The Duchess asked
"They're singing, see the living dance with the dead."
The shape looked into her eyes
It ran its fingers through her hair
"You're merely dreaming."

Daybreak crept in
The moon faded as sunlight
lifted a misty curtain into the air
The dark shadows which mantled the shape were now gone

The Duchess now gazed at her husband
His features were pale
And stretched thin over his bones
His eyes were yellow and sunk deep into his head

"I love you my darling." he said.
"I've kept my promise,
and now you must go."

The ring on his finger fell to the ground
And the duchess awoke
In her own storm sheets and blankets
The ring on her finger had disappeared

Later that day she aimlessly drifted
Forest green and blue sky
Carried her to a spot familiar

In the midst of a clearing
She found a headstone
In tears she knelt
A ring reavealed itself beneath her hand

It's warmth sang to her
Revealing her husband's final words
"Together in life."
"Together in death."
"Together forever."

The klown is scary.
It's teeth are sharp and pointy.
Please do not eat me.

Your memorys twisted expance is a source of great joy and pain for you. The heart of the warrior is the only thing that is left soft. This is well hidden and dissolves the mask of your numbness. I sence anger at the quality of this memory since it is beginning to fade. Lament not. They make enough drugs to kill anything away

Well written, powerfull emotions, BRAVO!

Thanks. That particular piece was a rare result of me having the patience to atually think about what I was writitng rather than just scribble down the thoughts right as I think of them. I like your work as well.

A Random Thought

A cacoughany of sound barrages
the tender harbors of distant shores
Light bends, shimmers, and twists
Cloaking itself around us
Painting lies in front of our eyes

In turn we are left to ponder
To wonder what is, what was,
and what will never be
Stumbling through time
we debate the whats, whys, and hows
Creating, destroying, rebuilding

In strife for an unknown cause
we walk in perpetual circles
Reaching for something
Grabbing at nothing
Only in turn to eventually find something
Realizing it's not what we're looking for

Like a herd of cattle
we press onward and forward
Answering age old questions
Creating new ones to take their place

It's amazing to see how one species
has come so far
And still hasn't gotten anywhere.

Klown Prayer

May klowns torment you in your sleep
Care not to make the slightest peep
They'll track you by the scent of fear
Across the earth both far and near
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
They see the fear that dwells inside
They lurk within the darkest places
With smiles on grease painted faces
Your flesh to them is oh so sweet
They creep behind with giant feet
They'll sneak up to you in your room
And eat you with sharp teeth of doom
Away they dash from morning light
Leaving the bones in plain sight

Amen

You sick fuck. This is just wrong. I can see why noone reads this shit. Eech, Clowns. You sick bastard.

Fuck you too. Dipshit.

nice poems....

Thank You.

The Garden

The moonlight showcases the rose garden where I sit
Betwixt my fingers I hold a single petal
It's color and fragrance hypnotize me
Reminding me of the countless nights we spent together
Dancing, making love, lying in each other's arms beneath the moon
It was here I asked your hand in marriage
You in turn sasid yes
But on the night we were wed
You vanished without saying a word
And now here I sit and wonder what went wrong

Dog Tags

12:15 pm on the playground at school
A little girl sits alone by the teetertotters
Drawing pictures in the sand
It had been a tough year
Her father had been killed in Afghanistan
And her mother found a new job, moved them to a new city, with a new school, and no friends
The girl didn't mind though
She wore Daddy's dogtags around her neck
They were here favorite keepsake
Her daddy gave them to her before he deployed
So she wouldn't forget him
And because he loved her
The tags reminded her that she was daddy's little girl
In the midst of her daydreaming a group of young boys approach
A dirty tennis shoe sprays sand in the girl's face
Her tags gleam in the sunlight
"Thanks." The chain snaps off of her neck
"Give those back!!"
But it's too late
She watches as her favorite treasure flies into a nearby irrigation ditch floating away
"Daddy!!"
The boys at school walk off laughing
Later that night the girl cries alone in her room
Her mother walks in
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"Some boys at school took my daddy from me."