yup wel dis wil eventuly b ful of poemz n stuf. i think.


Single red rose.

He clenched her hand,
& held her close.
Promised he would never let go.

His words were hollow,
her eyes were drenched.
She couldn't see,
she didn't want to.

Then willingly he let go,
& drifted off with her red rose,
he passed it on,
& with it a curse,
of tainted love & shameless lies.

That girl is broken,
a hollow soul,
a single withered rose.






Take my pain.

I wake each morning,
tears in my eyes,
pain in my soul.
I'm just a shell,
but no one can see,
how torn I am inside.

It all swells up, 
becomes too much,
how do you breathe when you're falling apart?
My world is a hole,
that I have to escape.

You pull me in then let me go,
I'm so confused,
& as the blood streams down,
like a river of tears,
I bid goodbye,
to the nightmare that is my life!




The Blade.

Shivering i rush back,
my worlds alight,
words are mixing in my head,
I'm falling fast & hard.

I get there,
scrounging for the blade,
the thing that causes so much pain,
but releases so much more.
I'm not proud,
but this me.