Suspicious Sounds

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as the sky turns grey and the sun fades away
the tone of the night becomes less and less comfortable to say
the sound of laughter is now the sound of unknown things
the feeling of fear is now much more gleaming
the group’s journey is coming to an end due to the fears arising
as they stop and stand what happens next is oh so suprising
the trees spread apart as something jumps out
the group was so scared that you could see their hair stick out
as they realize what jumped out at them they begin to laugh
because there is now a rabbit sitting in a fiends lap
they play with the rabbit for a few minutes more
and soon more animals emerge that they soon start to adore
from rabbits to monkeys
just about every animal that loves jumping
this night is no longer causing fear
but is now a night they’ll remember dearly

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Windy Nights

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On quiet nights when my breathing sounds like the winter wind
I think about the emotions floating within
I think about the world and what it means to me
I think about my future and what I plan to be
When my breathing sounds like the winter wind its because my imagination is knocking
I never knew why the key in the door to my creativity kept rocking
Its because it wants to show me the things it’s been working on while it was away
It’s been gone for a while and now it’s back to play
A moment when my mind is truly blank is rare
Kind of like finding no excitement or thrill in a dare
I wish I could display what goes on in my mind but until then I’ll keep writing
I love these windy nights when my imagination comes out of its hiding place

The Walking Dead

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i dont know whats true anymore
i dont know how to explain how i feel anymore
except that i feel numb
i feel lost and expired
like a hitman that just retired
i used to fight it but i see no reason to keep doing so
at this moment theres so much im going to let go
because holding onto it is just going to make me snap and break inside
i dont feel the need to hide
it turned into the need to fade away
i wonder what people would think if this poem was the last group of words i said
i never knew one could still be alive and feel like the walking dead

Recession

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this poem wont be about the economy or government
so you can cancel the premature rebuttal sense
this is a story about a mans life
about how he lost everything including his child and wife
they were on vacation in a small town feeling airless
they were filled with love and happiness and were almost careless
until the final day of the trip they encountered some danger and bad luck
things went wrong faster than they could handle
the happiness they felt began to dismantle
it was replaced with pain and tears
it was like this day became their biggest fear
smoke appeared as fire erupted stories above them
all the man wanted to do was tell his family he loved them
but his screams were coming from too far away for the child and wife to hear them
as the first building fell and the father’s life came to an end
as the second building fell with the wife and child standing to close ensured the family that they would soon be together again

Pyramids

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we have no points in which we meet
all were worried about is defeat
so we fight for no reason pushing it all away
i tried but i wish that was something you could honestly say
i love you and i tell you every day
i stopped getting a response a while ago
i wish i could find a way to let you know
that i wish you never let me go
because the things that you know
dont seem to be enough
im lost in my heart
stranded in my feelings
i wish there were some form of healing
i wish the happiness could spark
but i knew that it wouldnt from the start
i still chose to jump in this and i dont know why
we couldnt make a pyramid and your distance emotionally is the reason why

Suspense

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scared of the voices he hears he hides himself from reality
scared of falling apart he tries to ignore the presence of emotional gravity
he thinks that if he opens up he’ll fall and break
he thinks if he tries to love someone all he’ll get back is hate
his past is hidden
his happiness has started to diminish
he sits by himself and talks to his thoughts
he runs away from authority in fear of being caught
to him emotions are dangerous
to him nothing in his mind can be explained to us
he fights his own thoughts when negative ones arise
he never gets over the pain no matter how many tries
hes stuck and damaged
thinks theres no way to manage
but the voices are telling him there are some things he can use to his advantage

Sounds

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i hear your voice but i cant see you
i hope my thoughts make it from me to you
because theres alot ive been holding in
i cant even find a slight reason to grin
i dont think i could handle it if what we have reached its “Fin”
the things ive said in hopes that you hear me
are bringing back emotions that i thought were dissapearing
the love that i had for you and thought was extinct
is coming back with a vengence and has attacked me without giving me a chance to think
i hope you see this somehow
i hope the next time i hear the sound
of your voice it says that you loved how my poem to you sounds