Old Poems

                                                        Poems from January 24, 2013 
The Trip
      The true reality begins to fade the true reality goes away and you become all alone The true reality is so dark wondering what's going on. The lights begin to field down Everywhere you look it's something new. You go into a bright world just to go into a dark room. The monster inside you releases out. The monster is dark he tears your heart he brings you down you know, you know it's real. Reality thrives on your death. It breaks you down . You sit in a dark room with no windows only a monster Killing you continuously. Hey in a bright world stripping you from your monster. You have gone so dark. Without your Monster you are dust in the past.



Day of hate
       The Sun comes up, You stay down The world begins the day while you drag along. No one knows the true you cause your so bright, right. You walk through the crowd like an invisible bubble. Walking through so many "normal" people. Your heart breaks down. You see the evil in everything you see the evil in the good. The blood within the power of your heart. Destroyed by many powered down heart of ach. Sain or insainity. Constantly reminded of the insainity that you carry. The wierdness of the very great hate brought down by strength brings you out shouting inside with gravity of hope. As you go you begin to not even describe yourself. This happens because you are nothing. Nothing but dust of the past. As the day lingers you Can't help but to think of how your times could be better well spent in a dark room.

                                                     from December 17,2013 
      The Secret
It’s black and it’s fury
It’s yellow eyes with
The stares it gives oh so haunting
The hisses it makes
The nods it gives
Hopes and dreams it takes

When I was little they were cut
I wanted this little black fury thing,
It was cute
It cuddled so light
It was the dream I had
We were going to have fun
It was going to give me love

Until the day I held it in my hands
OH the oh so slow
Yet quick moment
I went to show how much I cared
As it swings back its little pink paw
And scratches me square in the nose

I will never like them again
Now you know why
I hate cats oh so so much.
(Note: I don't really hate cats it was a school assignment)

                                                               From November 26,2014 
      Giving up control
It's steaming hot, it's steaming cold.
The love of the control you have keeps you together.
You are collected, and straight forward with what you want.
You know the now, the in between, and the future.
you know the beginning and the end.
You have in all figured out.

You know exactly what you have to do to end when you want to end.
the amounts of what is need per year, per month, per day.
Without this method your control of the end is impossible.

Now you have given up your control.
You stopped doing what you needed to do for the end to happen on your terms
You've given up control over your own life
the right to die no longer exists
It's no longer up to you.

In a way you are re leaved you can think of other things.
Now however that control is what kept you together
Without the control of life you have control over nothing
You live but your life is over, yet still continuing.