Spell of Eternity

Luna holds me in her mystic spell.
Anguish grabs me by the throat.
Inner demons talking,
Teaching me the wrong.

The pills that sit before me,
Those which I could take,
Would put me in a world of ecstasy,
That which I cannot escape.

Demented figures
Hiding in shadows,
They show me disturbed visions
From the dark vaults of the mind.

All the demons gather.
To speak of my destruction.
Their poison message.
Brings me to my knees.

I need a heavenly healer
To take my pain away,
An angel of light.
To brighten my darkness.

You are good jenos.

Thank you, hello.

MoonGoddess I like your poem.

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Sounds like Jamaica...

Was it? I'm still trying to remember. >.<

well done Jenos, i really like your poems, especially forever haunted ......you have a real talent

Why is it I sit alone late at night
Looking for the morning light
I cry at night so sorrowly
When all I wanted was you and me
The morning comes my wish not granted
I just know I surely chanted
The day is ended still no you and me
Once again I cry sorrowly

Love
Love is like the star filled sky.
Extending on forever.
Bright and Dark.
Millions of possibilities.

Thanks you guys for the advice, I think I'll try that and actually Jenos it is more of a song.... Thanks again Risk & Jenos.

I agree. More stanzas would do you a lot of good.

It sounds like it would make a good song.

Good job Karate.

For some reason I put the lyrics to a song by KJ-52, and it sounded really cool.

The only thing I think it missing is one more stanza. Maybe break up those two into three, or create a third. It seems a bit too quick for such a good poem.

Almost Regret

Playing chicken with an 18 wheeler
she was standing in the center with that feeling,
The rush of danger,
and death withing range.
She wanted to end it once and for all,
compared to that truck and the world she was too small.
The driver realized too late,
but still put on his brakes.
Then guilt overcame her,
she turned and walked away; avoiding disaster.
It was something she learned herself,
that it wasn't worth it, not yet, not death.

I know this story,
not from rumors or hear-say.
If I want to see that moment,
I just rewind my mind to it.
I realized I didn't want to die right now.
I've got loving friends and stuff to live for somehow.
So now I get to live my life and still have "what if" wonders,
but live on still and not regret that blunder.


Comment and critique please, I don't think it's right yet. There's something missing I think.... ALMOST true story, yeah I played chicken with an 18 wheeler, no I got out of the way before he had to put on brakes. Thanks.

secert screams i really like you poem "looking at you"....it was very good and i feel like i can relate

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Honestly, I made the title up as I went, I have no idea what it means either.

Sounds better than ever then .
Its like the word existential .

Thank you nikky.

Honestly, I made the title up as I went, I have no idea what it means either.

Jenos - I like your second one better that the first but I have no idea what the title means
Wavemaster - At least it rhymes

"Looking At You"

Look at this picture of you
You hate it, don't you?
That's what I say to myself
When I'm not around anyone else

Tear the picture in half
Can't cry, you laugh
Look in the mirror, look at your face
You hate yourself, it makes you ache

You finally cry
You look again and sigh
You smile
It doesn't last a while

Looking at me is looking at you
I wish my face was untrue
Mirror, you've got me so upset
Hoping to not make a wound I'll regret

ART SUPPLIES

As we separatedthe piles
Into managable mounds.
I finnally felt something, that he is truly gone.
He really is gone.
I never quite knew him.
Though, I heard he was great.
A Navy man, an artist, and a nice person.
By the time I met him, though
It was much too late.
He had aged, lost his temper, and was no longer great.
He stopped everything,
And just gave up.
Though, in a way he still goes on.
Now, a very nice woman has his art supplies.
She sends her drawings to my moms work.
So every time I go,
I see what could have been.
I see what was lost.
As a veil of tears covers my face,
I look at the paper covered in the finest of robes.
Now after all of this I realize how ignorant was I.

Sounds like Jamaica...

Heh. Who remembers this one?

I hate Wavemaster
He gets on my nerves,
He's so opinionated,
Though he isn't the first
We should do away with him
Just to see what he'd do
He'd come after our family
And our little dog too
I hate Wavemaster
He's always so mean
He never understands
The meaning of "clean"
He stinks up the world,
In more than one way,
And though words come out,
He has nothing to say
I hate Wavemaster
And I think he should die
He made my sister
And my best friend cry
He should be done away with,
Before he infects the world
So I can drag my family
From under the bed where they're curled