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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Hell hath no fury...

Here is a new poem I have written about the anger which come from making a woman upset. This can be a very dangerous battleground to walk into, I hope you like my new poem.

Grey clouds take over, the once bright blue sky
waves are crashing in, sounds of the oncoming new tide
the rain pours down, as the sea moves in
the trees up routed, the grass worn thin
screams echoing, muffled in the wind
defy her fury, and this is what she will bring
dare not ask why, the answer u've heard it,
so there is no where to run no where to stay
wait a bright blue sky, disaster averted,
the missus got her own way

This poem has been submitted to



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I stare blankly at the page

Here is a new poem I have written about writers block. This poem I wrote as I literally sat blankly not knowing what to write, as a writer you may be able to relate. I hope you like my new poem;


I stare blankly at the page
not knowing what to say
i have thoughts and themes swirling away
but i still sit here, staring blankly at the page

I'm used to knowing, what to write
my fingers move before Ive typed
a beginning and ending all within sight
yet today i sit here, staring blankly at the page

a classic a one off anything will do
should i write about love my life or about you
soul searching looking for that missing clue
no luck so I'm stuck, staring blankly at the page

how to start how to end
cross it all out an start again
how to show my heart with a leaking pen
so yet again I'm here, staring blankly at the page

my pen is broke, my PCs crashed
my papers wet, my style is trash
my hopes & dreams, crumble burn into ash
and as time past, I'm still here, staring blankly at the page

I have submitted this poem into the following sites

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

If she was to leave

Here is a new poem I have written about love being in and out, the forever battle people feel within themselves when in love. I hope you like my new poem;

if she was to leave, would a tear drop from my eye
would i just give her the keys, so away she could drive
i don't wanna push her away, but i don't wanna pull her in close
i don't know if i want her to stay, just that i don't want her to go
back forth my mind races, with what should I do
and as time erases, I'm still stuck thinking of you
she says she loves me and automatically i say it too
hoping, praying if I say it enough then one day it may become true
are u the warmth i need, to heat my cold heart
or are u destined to leave, leaving me thawed in broken shards

This poem has been submitted to the following sites

Monday, March 29, 2010

One day at a time

Here is a new poem I have written about life in an office, feeling trapped in your job. I hope you like my new poem;

As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined
i feel i gotta take life one day at a time
lining up for the rat race
but yet i fell that i haven't been born
yet still all the other cats chase
while I'm just trying to get my foot in the door
I'm trying to get up that ladder, but i got both feet tied
I'm trying to make people happier, so Ive become accustomed to lies
of course i, would love to use my foresight and make a means to the end
but I'm forced by, my short sight, to make the same mistakes again
now i toss and turn
lying in my bed feeling confined
dreaming for what i yearn,
hoping i can start again one day at a time

I have posted this poem on a few sites

Friday, March 26, 2010

Its her...he fiends

Here is a new poem I have written about the plights certain people face with drug abuse, I hope you like my new poem.

do we fly on angel's wings
or do we dive into satans springs
he lived his life upon thin ice, but still he came to skate
so never does he ever think twice, cus he still makes the same mistake
why does he always make it happen
why cant he just stay on the wagon
his tongue is a lake, awaiting to be dampened
while his fate, is to continue to chase the dragon
into the forest where its dark and cold
where his heart weighs hard upon his soul
he knows it wrong but he longs for her touch
her helping hand hes in her clutch
and how he gone, from just not wanting to feel the same
so he started lighting up on mary jane
and then he went to blow his nose
leaving an open hole now growing within his soul
becuase now its H, no family no friends
and now he waits, oh how he waits
just to fill her touch again

And if i could fly
let me stay upon the feather wings
and if i to die
would the gates of heaven swing

I have posted this poem in a number of different sites, if you like my poetry then please visit these sites,


FTW - for the win

If i had to beg steal or borrow,
would it be worth it just to win
if only i could get people to follow,
my route in a life of sin
why do people want beyond their needs
and why do i long for these things to come to me

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Y o Y o Y

Now here is just a brief few things

which i have found quite intresting

Y O Y O Y

does my counter rise

before my eyes its such a surpirse

as i have nothing on here to please your eyes





Sorry had to do something, thought i'd post out of sheer wonder as to why i see my traffic counter rising when i have nothing but an introduction on the page???

tho it could be for my other blog but then thats a big step away, from the style that what i write on this blog.

http://www.ffsomg.blogspot.com/

Monday, March 22, 2010

First One

Well well what to write what to say, this is nothing but a test.

This is just throwing stones across the pond seeing how far they bounce, seeing how the water ripples, how the sun shines as it reacts to what I have produced.

Ummm yeah whatever this is just the first entry the start, who knows where it will go...I expect the recycle bin but who knows?