I don't like it when it rains

Hello patrons of Poetry
I know you have been watching
Waiting for me to spew
New
Madness upon these pages
But I have just been busy
Doing this and doing that
In between i've not been done
(If you know what i mean)
I've just not been having fun
So let's just wait till things settle down a bit
And I swim out of this whirlpool of shit
I will rhyme again in pleasure or pain
But I don't like it when it rains

Angry Eyes :: A Poem in Free Verse

wordless
lost, alone
floating in the void
Life has become

I cannot scream

fingers splayed
mouth wide open
a silent prayer to the skies
eyes angry
at the games gods play with men

sometimes asleep, I cannot dream
my head full of memories
i can't forget
i cannot remember what I wanted to forget
so i lie fetal, in my defense
ignorant

the cold wind rakes through my bones
whipping snake tongues on my skin
to lick my soul full of sin
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Here Comes Another Year

Walk in new year
I want to hear
What do you have to say?
Why did the last one turn out that way?

Was it the sins of the people
Their uncontrollable stupidity
Was it the madness and lunacy
Or something more shitty

So what do you have to say new year
Shall we celebrate or cower in fear
You are wrapped in fog and nothing is clear
I am confused about you, so I will swear

Fuck
Shit
Ass
Bitch
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Tired, writing on automatic.
Happy New Year everyone.

Cog In The Machine

I am just another number
Once dumb, now dumber
I am not what I should have been
I am just a fucking cog in the machine

Everyday I go through the same grind
Good times I have left behind, far behind
Someday, I will fall down and rust
But the machine will use me till I go bust

Still the soul in me is an angry beast
It will not let me think or feel, anything else
I will slam my fist in the walls of life
Scream for Death to take me to hell

I know, Death will say no
It's not my time yet
This little cog will protest its anger
To bring down the machine, you bet.

I will be the anomaly
The cancer in the bones of this system
I will not rest till I am the best
Above and beyond everyfuckingone

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Feeling random. I used to write shittier poems like this when I was a teenager. Hrrumph.

Drugged Angels On the Sidewalks

Have you ever felt peace?
The absolute sensation that nothing
Absolutely nothing
Can or will fuck up your Zen.
But
What is the reality of peace?
Isn't the soul of man born to fight?
What are we without something to fight against
Or for?
We're all fighters, you know
Think about it.
Thought about it?
Good.
Now tell me are you gonna give up?
Are you gonna fight?
Into the darkness?
Into the abyss
And stare inside the dark
Scream out...something
A name, a curse, an angry expression of anger
But scream you must
If you don't, the darkness will take you
We wouldn't want that now, would we?
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Merry Christmas. I've been busy writing stories on my other blog, A Story A Day but at heart, i think i'll always be a poet :|

Your Tiny Toenail

I will sit near your feet and try
To explore the beauty and the mysteries
Of your tiny toenail
The smooth oval, tiny and fragile
That looks to me like a tiny moon
Pulled down from the heaven and
Captured by you
Just like you captured me
The hunter now the prey
So I pray
To understand the beauty
Of your tiny toenail

Shadowed Hearts

What are you thinking love?
What secrets are there in your head?
I don't really want to know the details
I just want to know if there are any

Every little lie you tell
Pushes me closer to hell
I am afraid of the darkness you know
It's somewhere I don't want to go

Why does love have to be so messed up
Why can't we love simply, just love
Why all these strings and attachments
Why do I have to know your friends?

I only wanted to love you
No one else but only you
How difficult is that?
Is this what we had asked for?

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Keeping it simple for a while. Bear with me.
Thanks for reading.