I have a new collection of my newer poetry that I've written in the last couple of weeks. I wont put all of them since I like to be lenient sometimes with the poetry and if I posted them I would get in trouble, but I'll post 2 of them up here for you to read. They aren't that special, but they are some ok poems I wrote. Here you go:
Exhaustion
The foudn reviews what they once lost
and in past focus makes a vivid bright;
Through revenge persists a taunting cost
in the midst of an action gone arie;
As the official Sins of Night;
become the saviours of light;
after parol and a life left unspent;
Frost lurking dew by ambivalence
another virgin sacrificed to her daughter;
No assumption came she would be slaughtered;
After Death portrays its laughter
it reapproaches by a different matter;
Lies its way to the very core;
your soul is sealed by creed;
and that virgin ****** just screams for more
the bloody pore in cream sarination seed.
REssurection
Crystal glass filled by blood
iced by the shiver so cold
Taken by the sliver of mold
of rotten souls, allow the bodies
to crumble and fold...
I was never told
of mistakes left in grave yards
Full of regret
Faced in cement
stolen secrets, cold refraction...
Temptation and Lust
So that's just a few of my poems, I have a lot more but I wont put them on here.
My myspace is: myspace.com/fpacidtrip where I have some more poems on there if you want to read them. thanks.
Exhaustion
The foudn reviews what they once lost
and in past focus makes a vivid bright;
Through revenge persists a taunting cost
in the midst of an action gone arie;
As the official Sins of Night;
become the saviours of light;
after parol and a life left unspent;
Frost lurking dew by ambivalence
another virgin sacrificed to her daughter;
No assumption came she would be slaughtered;
After Death portrays its laughter
it reapproaches by a different matter;
Lies its way to the very core;
your soul is sealed by creed;
and that virgin ****** just screams for more
the bloody pore in cream sarination seed.
REssurection
Crystal glass filled by blood
iced by the shiver so cold
Taken by the sliver of mold
of rotten souls, allow the bodies
to crumble and fold...
I was never told
of mistakes left in grave yards
Full of regret
Faced in cement
stolen secrets, cold refraction...
Temptation and Lust
So that's just a few of my poems, I have a lot more but I wont put them on here.
My myspace is: myspace.com/fpacidtrip where I have some more poems on there if you want to read them. thanks.
