maandag 19 november 2012

The never ending void:

It started with a drop of blood,
that tore apart the land.
That sprung trees and floods,
as it leaked from God's hand.
Across the universe that they created,
stained by destruction and despair.
Bleeding from the man that she so hated,
our lively phoenix goddess, oh so fair.
Who was keeper of fire, of life and warmth.
Fighting against her rock solid icy husband
and she fought about which sex was more worth,
to bring the decision here on earth-

a small breath of depression

Is there something on the next horizon?
Is there sweetness in my future?
Will I ever hug my own son?
Or is death all I'll have to endure?
Will my friends come by my grave?
And will they dance or will they cry?
And will I have a soul to save?
Or am I doomed to fry?

zondag 11 november 2012

TERMINATED


Too much DRUGS and ALCOHOL
and EVERYBODY lies.
Too much GOSSIP and BACKSTABBING,
through personal SPIES.
As I DANCE  around the LIES
and all the FAKE SMILES.
As I FALL to the GROUND,
TIRED of the MILES.
TIRED of the lengths we spent TOGETHER,
PRETENDING to be FRIENDS.
I admit we had a lot of FUN
but this is where it ENDS>>>

don't worry I won't stop blogging just yet it's meant to be IRONIC,
because right as we speak I'm accepting all friend request on facebook XD
http://www.facebook.com/allen.crown.3?ref=tn_tnmn
so go ahead and become my new friend.

zaterdag 10 november 2012

could have, would have, should have said it yourself then

the scumbag in our group is always bragging about his misbehavior,
in comparison I could be the worse criminal between the both of us,
even though I think that is nothing to brag about.

sincerely forever alone guy...

this poem is called:

Start the fight!

Ready, steady, GO!
let's compete
and measure swords.
Fighting you
with pen and words.
I would sell my soul, to stay ahead and take the lead.
for this glory,
I'll bear the heat.
Neither nemesis nor foe. No empty sheets!
but dark as blood, poetic battle, bleeds the inkted slut...



I'm not sure if I have done so in the past, but right now I'm literally begging for your opinion so see this as your best opportunity to smite me down and crush my soul.
leave a reaction to this blog at the bottom or on the Facebook promotion of this blog.
also can anybody tell me if inkted is spelled wrong or if my spell checker is just broken.

dinsdag 6 november 2012

far from freedom

13 hours on the run.
he must now hide from the sun and change the clothes that he had on.
even though his shackles are long gone,
he won't be free to live in peace.
he will be hunted by the police.
closing in on his trail, upholders of the law,
desperate to see him fail.