mechtatel-rainwood PoetryThese words, I would think that they came from the angels,
the messengers holy of mightiest God
and then I would pray to the Son and the Maiden
However my language it seems they forgot.
And then I would think that the Devil himself ...
» OtherIf the people were to only say the truth
Wouldn't they feel more the youth?
If they weren't trying someone to impress
Wouldn't the broken hearts be less?
If they weren't able to say a lie ...
» LoveTonight I drink away the pain...
Just me and a bottle of wine...
Another painkiller for a broken heart...
Cigarette in one hand the bottle in the other...
Enjoying the snow storm outside... ...
Katelyn PoetryWalking slowly… through the burnt down trees
I sing softly, I sing… a Gothic song in the lees
I can’t really sing, so I imagine everything
The words, the melody and the broken string…
I want to stay here forever ...
darkness_n_silence PoetryMy brain is tired and it’s craving a relief.
The hope is lethal when it’s just a hope.
And now you’ve planted all the seeds,
You won’t commit to see them grow.
So I don’t want to grow them either. ...