All the works I've written... that I could find.

Most of them are untitled, forgive me please..

Also, you'll have to forgive the semi-dark nature of some of them. Angsty teen phase and all that, you know..





Bounded my shackles, my wrists and feet
Never before having known defeat
Taken from high, the best of the best
This may be my final place of rest

A warrior's pulse, once strong, now faint
A soul corrupted by disease and taint
Nearing my time, a premature end
I can hear the angels Satan will send

They'll carry my soul straight off to Hell
My body turns into an empty shell
The burden on my soul weighs a ton
And now I will pay for what I have done

My skin turns white... it spreads to my face
My soul is drained as I'm leaving this place
As I am taken to the darkest of dreams...
The hand of the Holy does intervene

Saving me from darkness, out from the black
Redeeming my soul of that which it lacks
Showing the path, it helps me be clean
I'll save the world from the dark and obscene

A bitter remind of a past once dark,
The shackles are left, an eternal mark
Though I'm chainless now, unbound and free...
A noble duty has been set upon me

Called by forgiveness of the Divine
Such a fate is that of mine
How I'll achieve it, I know I'm not sure
But I'll convince others they can be pure

The dark, the black, and those who are lost
Freedom of soul is worth any cost
I'll help you be free, your soul unbound
I want you to have this peace I've found

Today and tomorrow's where we will start
Free as you'll be, I'll capture your heart
I'll keep it with me til' time never ends
You are the angel that God has sent


A tad on the darker side, I'll admit. But I think that's one of my favorite works.



Within

Tell me secrets,
And a few small lies
Reveal the soul
That hides behind those eyes

Tell me of hate
And tell me of pride
Tell me your secrets
That lie inside

Let me explore you,
Walk about your mind
But before I do,
Tell me what I'll find

Laced with intrigue,
And suffering beneath
Only able to bear it
By gritting your teeth
(And from this point it looks like I finished it on another page...)



Mein Deprimierend Gedicht (My depressing poem)


Mein Seele ist hohl (My soul is hollow)
Mein Her ist kalt(My heart is cold)
Mein Koerper ist nicht mein Eigentum (My body is not my property)
Lass mich sterb (Let me die)
Und welken weg (And wither away)
Begrabt mich unter Stein (Bury me under stone)





Guiding Angel


Hear the angel speak,
For she is whispering.
Listen to her message,
Guiding you to her.

Listen to her song,
So silent and peaceful.
What she saying to you?
What's it mean to you?

The most calming words,
Stilling your restless soul
What does this quiet bring?
Help me find my home....

Help me, dear angel...
Tell me what must be done
Comfort me in these times
Hold me close to you

I need you, angel
I need you in my life
Your guiding hand helps me
Help me through this life

I am broken now,
Shattered shell of a soul
Help me find me, angel
Help me find my soul.




Please

Give me a drop
Of blood to bleed
And I'll drop on this paper
For you to read

Give me the energy
For a beat of my heart
To get something flowing
And come up with a start

Give me beginnings,
Give me words to bend
But only a start
Because things have no end.

Tell me life stories
And don't ever stop
Give me everything
To the very last drop

Give me everything,
Let me into your soul
Without you with me...
What's left? A huge hold

Say I'm the world,
Say you want me here
The only thing I could ever want
Is an eternity with you near






Costume Party

Taking on the world,
Turning skies green and grass blue
Are simple little challenges,
When I spend time with you

If someone tried to hurt you,
They'd better hide their head
Because if I get a hand on him,
He'll wish that he were dead

Sometimes, though, there's worry...
"Am I making her happy?
I'll write her a poem!
Wait, maybe that's too sappy..."

But then, there's an emotion
That I really can't explain
It causes incredible joy, but...
Is known to cause pain

An underlying energy, when
I'm with you bubbles up
A raw stream of emotion,
Like an overflowing cup.

Then there's loyalty,
Like blood, running deep
To me, you're my princess,
Held in a castle, in the keep

I will come to save you,
I will be your knight,
I will stand right next to you,
And for you, I will fight

Sometimes I'm an astronaut,
Walking through time and space,
It happens to me sometimes,
Seeing your pretty face

Then I'm your cowboy,
Waiting at high noon
Waiting for the perfect time
To dance under the moon

Suddenly I'm a surgeon!
Being careful with every word
Precise with what I say,
While remembering what I've heard

Turning into a daredevil,
Showing off my tricks.
Trying to get you to laugh,
Just instilling kicks

And finally I'll turn dashing,
Trying to sweep you off your feet,
Steal a kiss from your gentle lips
Like the most cunningist of thiefs

(I made the very last two lines up, apparently I never finished this one either...)





Like a thousand knives stabbing my back,
Running through fire with a million pound sack,
Like being strung up on the torture rack,
This is suffering

Like being sad with no hope of joy,
Your heartstrings tugged like a child's toy
Like being tricked by a satanic ploy
This is suffering

Like being tied with a rope to a weight,
Always unsure of your upcoming fate
Swelling inside is a bubbling hate
This is suffering

Like infidelity, never being true
Separation, being apart from you
Like a dark, black sky, never seeing blue
This is suffering

Like eternally wonder what was said
A million voices in an insecure head
Like sometimes fearing, wishing you were dead
This is suffering

Like crying to heaven, screaming in pain
Wishing your thoughts and desires were slain
Like knowing you're nothing, only man's bane
This is suffering

Like being broken, only half of a whole.
Slipping and falling, losing grasp of your goal
Like losing sensations, paying life's toll
This is suffering

Like never knowing if it's ever enough,
Trying to get going when life gets tough
Like thinking they'll leave when you're not up to snuff
This is suffering.






Above

Tell me little secrets...
Reveal to me this life
Tell me what to do
To overcome my strife

Help me rest my soul,
Put my heart at rest
Lead me, guide me, teach me
And help me be my best

Give me strength and hope
Teach me to be brave
Help me rise above life
And it's overcoming waves

I am weak and little,
A fragile little stone
Help to make me humble...
I can't live life alone








This script might be hidden,
A secretive rhyme,
It might not be known
In our present time

My thoughts may be secret,
And hidden from all
Or they get discovered,
And some utter calls

Who knows who'll find this?
We'll have to see
Who'll find the deepest thoughts
That lurk within me?

So I'll write more pages
And see what I find
That lies within corners
In the back of my mind






Memories


Reading over pages of lore,
About old and lost games,
Stories and tales of inner-war
And long-extinguished flames

Recalling the minutes spent,
And every tear I've shed
But forgetting how much
Of my own heart I've bled

All of these pages tell me
About who I used to be
But what do they tell you now
Here today about who you see?

A shadow of who I once was,
A memory of the past...
My form and shape only
Made of solid glass

Shifting, contorting, breaking,
Losing control of what was
Memories becoming different,
Losing track, just because

Father time will take over,
Change what you think you know
Replace childhood happiness
With blizzards, ice and snow

Hold on to what you know,
Don't forget your past
Cherish every memory
Hold them and make them last






Anti-Conventional Poem


So now I'll keep writing,
And I'll never stop,
Even without a topic,
Without a set rhythm,
And what's a rhyme?
I'm gonna keep going
Until the day I die
Conventions are broken,
And rules are thrown out the window!
Try and take my pen from me!
I'll destroy
poetry,
Conventions,
Everything else!
Hahaha, then I'll rebuild,
Everything, the world,
I'll craft and mold things
Out of clay and stone
Then we're left with conventions....
MADE to be broken!








Don't Stop For Anything


I'll run, walk, fight, skip,
fall, love, hurt, cry, laugh, trip, cook, step, explore,
tell, keep apply, investigate, place, remove, start, yell, stop, tie,
loosen, knot, pull, lash,
suffer, enjoy, lavish, lie, drive, drill, saw, write,
read, heat, cool, sooth, excite, tear, destroy, create, whisper, speak,
grow, learn, remember,
photograph, open, forget, close, persperate, starve,
forge, arrest, drive, jump, hike, swim, bike, operate, hold, time, lapse,
kayak, fantasize, poke, jab, lunch, adopt, lose, smash, fold, bend, break,
move, press, hope, believe, lift, find, bind, say
exclaim, preach, nail, beat,
call, swing, roar, bear, try, tab, max, flip, land, interview, assault,
enter, struggle, snatch, persuade, devote, fling,
charm, play, trace, illuminate,
see, hear, feel, fear, trust, protect, spring, carve, crack, weld, strike, rub, palpate, dislocate, tape, rigt, wrap, carress,
die, cry, love and hurt to
Be with you.








This one's not a poem, but a little paragraph I found that I kinda liked...


So from now on, I will be stronger, I will be tougher, I will be less likely to give up to anything or anyone. I cannot be stopped and anything or anyone that gets in my way will be triumphed. never again shall my enemies or those opposed to me dominate in any sense. Hate will be suppressed, the feelings that are totally unrighteous and will destroy me, they will be exterminated. Jealousy, hatred, disgust, and all of the above will not be part of my character. To further better myself I must become the person that I expect of myself and the person that everyone expects of me. Through experiences that have and will tear me to shreds of a man, weigh my threats of composure and leave me as a broken, shattered soul, I will become the most kind, the most humble, the most gentlemanly, the most intelligent, and remain broken, half of a whole man. For to remain not yourself is to never be sure, always ensuring humility. I will have my patience stressed to it's limits to be increased. I will lose nearly everything that I can afford to lose to remain as humble as possible, and I will make light of my sufferings to never lose my sense of humor.