Thank you for taking the time to help me out.
I am entering a Poetry contest and I can't decide which poem to send.
Below are some of my best poems....
Please read all the poems below and e-mail me your vote.
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2.
I look into my soul
I see armageddon
And long for the pain it brings
In my cold bleak world
Pain is the only thing tangible
My brain fills with sights &
sounds of death
I long for death
To be realeased from this intangible
world to the next.
As my knife slowly slices through
my flesh
The pain brings reality
My Armageddon is over
3.
Blood flows freely from
my open wound,
Pools on the floor form in
a curious symphony of
crimson and dirt.
My lifeforce is being expelled
into the world with no
recipient,
I pray for the end,
Long awaited,
Soon to come...
4.
The pain wells inside me,
My soul overflowing
with this unbearable pain,
I see my beloved,
hurt,
I can't take it!!!!!!!!!!!
The pain consumes every part of me,
I will surely die from the pain.
The pain of twenty years on this earth,
bottled in my soul,
It will surely take me,
If it doesn't,
I will go insane!
5.
I enter a room,
I see my friends,
but they do not see me.
I enter Hell,
I see my enemies,
they try to kill me.
I take Hell as my own,
for, it is now my home.
My friends and enemies
fade away,
along with my life.
Now the time has come
to end my strife.
6.
The pain
festers in the wound
of my soul.
The wraith,
that was my soul,
terrorizes people in their sleep.
My wrath lashes out
at my oppressors.
The wraith is free.
7.
My skull cracks open
With the pressure
of 1 hundred thousand
Stupid questions posed to
one poor man.
My brain ignites and burns
with magnesium brightness
as my rage engulfs me
I see people I barely know
being ripped limb from limb
by my hands
I can't control my
actions
The people will pay
for my pain
THEY WILL PAY!
8.
I miss the feel of your touch,
even though we have never met.
I miss the sound of your voice,
even though I have never heard it.
I miss the life you give me,
I love you,
I can not say it enough,
I love you.
9.
I see your face in my mind,
I grasp at the vision,
from somewhere behind.
My soul knows your name,
I try
to do the same.
I hold you in my arms
and charm you with my charms,
but you resist my love.
I am dedicated to you.
You are my reason for living.
10.
I see before me,
my future,
destined to live my days alone.
I see the distruction
of the world,
and I am the cause.
Millions die at my hand.
My soul,
empty, cold.
My heart,
dead.
I see the end
on the horizon,
I see death comming,
for a man who has died alone.
No love,
No life,
No reason for living,
The end has come.
11.
I see all the anger
in my soul
come together
to form a demon.
This demon,
released when angered,
destroys everything.
Everything in sight,
blown apart, with
the Nuclear blast of my rage.
I see the world cringe,
they fear my power.
I release my anger, hatred, loathing and rage
on to the world,
so they may feel my pain.
12.
I wish you could see the pain I feel,
The reason for my depression.
I see my anger, hatred and my depression
boiling and festering like a wound.
The bottled energy of a thousand screams,
The loathing I feel for myself,
The inability to understand why
others like me,
because I hate myself.
I see myself being ripped apart with anger,
It becoming my reason for living.
I would rather die
than live with this pain.
13.
I see her face
Drained of blood,
Her eyes dead.
The most intimate of kisses
on her neck,
crimson billows flowing.
I kiss her face,
Embrace her naked body,
Her cold skin gives me comfort.
I taste her blood,
the taste of iron.
I smell her skin,
the rotting flesh.
The Most Intimate Kiss: Part 2
I rest my head
in the cool valley
between her breasts.
I sence the emptiness
of her still heart.
Her stagnant blood seeping
slowly from her throat.
I rend the flesh from my wrist,
and let my black blood
pour into her mouth.
My blood awakens her from her slumber.
She kisses me on the head,
We make love....
14.
Ahh....
The death
The pain
The Carnage
They fill my empty soul.
My black heart
Slowly pumping black, stagnant blood
The world cringes at my voice,
They cower before me
As if I am going to kill them.
They are very perceptive,
And they will die.
15.
The great pain
The rip in my soul
It is shreded
Torn between two worlds
That of reality and
That of fantasy
Torn between
Life and Death
The death bell
Tolls for me
I can see my pain
Personified
In the visage of a young boy
Beaten and
Torn apart
The hounds of hell
Circle the boy's body
His pain is mine
I can feel his screams
They echo in my soul.
16.
The Kiss of a poet,
Who's dreams vivid,
brings a sharp pang in your heart,
The longing of his immagination,
Devouring your love.
His kiss
Awakens something
deep inside you,
and you can feel his pain.
His torn soul is
an open book to you.
When the kiss is over,
The emptiness becomes overwelming,
and you wonder
how he can stand this pain.
17.
I speak these words
While expactorating
Hot venom from my lips.
"I Hate You."
"Everything about you sickens me"
"I dispise you"
"You stupid child"
"I hate waking every morning
and seeing you in my mirror"
"I hate you"
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