tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31591052011-04-21T11:34:33.610-07:00Dark PoemsMy little spot of poetry on the web.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-1105596635512628392005-01-12T22:09:00.000-08:002005-01-12T22:10:35.513-08:00How did this happen?
I tremble in darkness
Afraid of the unseen
Scared of what lurks in shadow.
I yearn to be free
Unbound from my chains
To run through field and medow.
Unable to move
From this place I am in
Will I ever be released?
My doubt and my pain
I hold deep inside me
Prevent me from finding peace.
Alone in the dark
Trapped forever
I wonder if here I will die.
Falling to the ground
I Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-1068199266361447012003-11-07T02:01:00.000-08:002003-11-07T02:01:04.690-08:00Lastly...
You tell me we're through
In front of your crew
Hoping to get a reaction
In revenge for your contraction.
I look away from you
Whispering that it can't be true.
You and your friends mock me
I want nothing more than to flee.
Then you have the audacity
To ask to remain friends with me.
I shake my heand and draw my gun
My turn to laugh as your friends all run.
Now you're all alone, how Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-1064259738435693432003-09-22T12:42:00.000-07:002007-12-07T01:41:54.574-08:00Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-1064259691578900112003-09-22T12:41:00.000-07:002003-09-22T12:42:33.770-07:00 Fun Interrupted.
It is fun to see
What others claim
Do not exist
I revel in
A madness that
Claims many, releases few
Or, so I'm told
By the men in
the white coats.
But the others
Shimmering, etherial
They show me paths
Paths that exist
That others don't see
That don't exist.
I travel one
As we speak
I near it's end.
What will I see?
What will I have?
Peace, at last.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-951823972003-06-02T00:43:00.000-07:002003-06-02T00:44:13.000-07:00Hey all
First of all I want to thank you again for the kind words you've posted in my dreambook, they are all appreciated alot!
Second, I've moved my updates to a different server. Livejournal, here is the link.
Why the move? I've had less problems with Livejournal, AND there is a comment section available to all who wish to post. Saves me from having 2 different services, one for bloggin andDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-937871242003-05-05T00:00:00.000-07:002003-05-05T00:00:50.816-07:00Why laugh?
Last night i had a dream.
The dream was set on a stage
And the stage was set in a theatre.
The theatre was grand and proper
Lush tapesteries hung on the wall
The seats were all of a plush red
Silk cords tethered the waiting crowd
Wanting to see the play
The play of a thousand souls
The play of ten thousand smiles
The play of a millon frowns
The crowds was ushered in
They took their Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-922824292003-04-09T03:50:00.000-07:002003-04-09T03:50:54.716-07:00Passing on
An endless highway
Of countless horizons
The sun will rise
And will fall again.
Freinds will be lost
Lovers will fade away
Nothing can be done
For them, for anyone.
All highways end
Each horizon is numbered
Take heed to live
Each day like its last.
Learn your lessons
Pass life's tests.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-919089512003-04-03T04:16:00.000-08:002003-04-03T04:16:36.606-08:00Youth and beauty
A mist creeps in
Through a crack in the door
Father and kids sleep soundly
Mothers feet touch the floor.
Feeling a presence
In the room below
She walks to the stairs
And looks at the warm fire's glow.
Reflecting off the wall
Made of mortar and stone
She creeps down slowly
To see who was in her home.
A handsome man
Of gyspsy descent
Sits quietly in a chair
She already knows Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-909241952003-03-18T06:43:00.000-08:002003-03-18T06:43:09.546-08:00My light
Like a pearl in the sky
My lamp in the night
Her rays shine on me
Giving me great might.
Sitting in the dark
Deep in my sadness
She gives me hope
Frees me from madness
What do I offer
In return for her love?
I forget and ignore her
I'm in need of a shove.
A gentle push
Towards the right way
Back on the path
To never again stray.
She's helped me again
The powerful moon
Body, mind and Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-908506962003-03-17T04:09:00.000-08:002003-03-17T04:09:24.046-08:00**A Note from the author**
Yes, it's been awhile since my last post...but that's the way inspiration is...that and i've been really busy with work! Leaves me with less time to think! :)
Thanks again to all who have signed my guestbook! I appreciate the feedback....especially since all of it is good! =D
Regards,
Draxenn
Alone with a call
The telephone rings
He jumps from the Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-898877882003-02-27T22:49:00.000-08:002003-02-27T22:49:50.670-08:00Heroic Failure
I don't want to be your hero
I canot be a superman
I only wish to be mortal
I no longer want you as a fan.
I make mistakes, as do you
I am no where near perfect
Why do you look up to me so?
Can't you see I'm a defect?
Heroes exist in comic book worlds
Where problems are solved by conflict.
The real world far differs from that
We are all judged on merit.
Please let me be normal.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-897723732003-02-26T04:38:00.000-08:002003-02-26T04:38:32.826-08:00She wanted only peace
Her daddy beat her
As he often did
When he was done
She run and she hid.
In the darkest depth
In her closet like room
She sat and she rocked
While humming a tune.
Hoping that some day
She might leave this place
And slap her father
Right across his face .
But the time was not right
Merely 12 years old
For only at 18
Would she grow and turn bold.
He continued to beat her
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-897072462003-02-25T04:29:00.000-08:002003-02-25T04:29:30.873-08:00Sly but not shy
A new day brings the morning curse
I shield my eyes from the early rays
Cupping my forehead, rubbing my face
Last nights events are but a haze.
The booze flowed freely into my body
Like water in a river grand
Friends all around me, no one could harm me
I didn’t know what was at hand.
The bar grew quiet; all noise had stopped
Then entered a single man
He light up a cig, blew out Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-896057392003-02-23T09:55:00.000-08:002003-02-23T09:55:31.643-08:00Undying love
The pale moonlight shine on my flaxen hair
I wander the world with little to no care.
Winding paths through forests dark
From lake, to river, from glade to park.
I see a small child sitting on a swing.
She waits for someone to give her a shove
She wants to fly high, into the starry sky
As free as a solitary dove.
I walk behind her and look at the youth
Wondering where mine went?
I Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-885455702003-02-04T11:35:00.000-08:002003-02-04T11:35:27.366-08:00His love for birds
Every day he watched
the birds at play
Chirping and searching for food.
He never missed it
His daily routine
It helped free his soul.
The day neared end
He returned home
Taking the underground train
Two men before him
Spoke of business
While most others were silent.
From no where came
A lone bird
Flying around the car
Confused and alone
Disoriented and lost
It smashed Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-885255922003-02-04T03:13:00.000-08:002003-02-04T03:13:19.240-08:00The world as scene
We live in a world
That is totally connected
Banks can transfer funds
In a blink of an eye.
We can talk to someone
Half way around the world
In crystal clarity
By pushing a few buttons
Answering machines
Are almost a thing of the past
Cell phones, text messeging.
Why? Afraid to miss a call?
In fear that something important
May take place without our knowledge?
Yet our children
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-882608582003-01-30T02:46:00.000-08:002003-01-30T02:46:02.790-08:00This is a song I wrote for someone, it's based on a true story.
well, to me it's still a poem,but he wants to try to put music to it. I wish him the best of luck :)
He was growing ever so fast
Into the man that he would be
But then one day when he was nine
He fell down on his knee
To the hospital we took him
For a cast and some X-rays
Blood work was done, for my son
Now numbered are his days.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-881497312003-01-28T03:14:00.000-08:002003-01-28T03:14:19.246-08:00Boneless Breaks
Broken and disheveled
Beaten and bruised
My body is still healthy
My mind's been abused.
No one can really tell
Nobody realy cares
I'm alone in my prison
Sanity slips through the tears.
Contusions and deep cuts
Not one can be seen
Each one of them hurt
How could he be so mean?
No one can help me
In this state I am in.
There's nothing left to do
I am forced to give in.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-873466312003-01-13T02:25:00.000-08:002003-01-13T02:25:18.746-08:00Sunken hopes
My heart sinks deeper into my chest
And my chest sinks deeper into the ground
There is no light were I lay.
The only fresh air comes from a tube.
The silk lining smells fresh
Almost like 'new car' smell.
A distinct odor of pine is present
I'm sure I'm in a casket.
The box hits the ground
With a resounding thud
All is silent as I try to listen
For movement of any kind
Soft mumble Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-871054402003-01-08T01:57:00.000-08:002003-01-08T01:57:10.846-08:00Degrees of warmth
It's cold outside
and I don't want to swim
the length of the ocean
or the span of the river.
It's cold in my heart
I feel I could die
Without your warmth
Or your fire within.
It's cold outside
And I am alone
I've no wood for fire
I've no flint for flame.
It's cold in my heart
My spark is slowly dying
My soul is slolwy decaying
My mind is forever reeling.
It's cold outside
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-870995322003-01-07T22:03:00.000-08:002003-01-07T22:03:34.606-08:00The arts as scene.
What does it mean to be a poet?
To write down words that rhyme?
To capture emotion in time?
To see things for what they are?
To know a soul can fly far?
What does it mean to be a writer?
To make a story which all will read?
To create characters who bed and plead?
To write imagery to be seen in the mind?
To stir up emotions of every kind?
What does it mean to be an artists?
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-867433702002-12-31T03:21:00.000-08:002002-12-31T03:21:34.383-08:00Whose fault?
My mind is long since gone
There was little I could do
Events were driving me mad
Events which stemmed from you.
Why you blame me, I have no clue.
You were far gone before I met you.
Things I did were intended to help
You twistedmy actions, pathetic whelp.
You poisoned me each day
Which seemed to last forever.
I could go nowhere, no place
From storms, you were my shelter.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-865065092002-12-24T22:23:00.000-08:002002-12-24T22:23:13.460-08:00I, Mother
I, Mother
Started as a child
Cared for and loved
Grew to the woman
You see before you.
I, Mother
Bring live from nothing
Love and nurture it
Watch it develop
And grow to adult.
I, Mother
Yearn for compassion
Always to be loved
But the world does not
Always love me, No.
I, Mother
Am scorned by my fruits
And abused by peers.
Raped body, mind, soul.
And left there to die.
I, Mother
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-864754082002-12-24T03:05:00.000-08:002002-12-24T03:05:33.140-08:00Hers
I hear your lies
I comprimise
My very own self esteem
I scream out loud
Far from a crowd
But I can't escape your reach
You bind my hands
In iron bands
Your captive I shall be.
I close my eyes
And realize
Just how fucked up you are
Why do you keep
Me down so deep
In hte pit of your heart?
I must escape
Remove the tape
The keeps me from speaking
You catch me again
WIll I ever win?
No, IDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-864305332002-12-23T02:35:00.000-08:002002-12-23T02:35:06.283-08:00Impaired
As darkness grows and swells
In the deepest pit of my heart
You won't see me cry at all
Because you never think to look.
You don't notice me in any way
Too busy with your life
Your job and your friends.
I've stood before you
Begging for help with my eyes
Filled with sorrow and despair.
And with a smile you ask
"Do you want some coffee?"
In a very chipper way.
You don't see me cry.
You Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-863119042002-12-20T01:35:00.000-08:002002-12-20T01:35:06.823-08:00Not so much a poem, but a paragraph, but it's still cool in my opinion. :)
'As I watch last rays of sunshine kiss the earth's surface, I cannot help but wonder why things are they way they are. I shake my head and laugh audiably, as a single tear rolls from my eye, down my cheek and falls to the ground, silently. Where it falls, the ground becomes moist, but nothing more. No surge of plantlife Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-859380362002-12-13T01:35:00.000-08:002002-12-13T01:35:21.196-08:00Public Opinion
Why do people berate me?
Does it stem from hate?
Someone always rates me...
I'm becoming irate.
We can't help but pick and choose
Some are winners, others just loose
There's nothing you can do about it
The opinions of John Q. Public.
Can't you just leave me be?
I only want to be alone.
Or will you annoy me eternally-
Until I am nothing but bone!
We can't helpDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-858880872002-12-12T03:01:00.000-08:002002-12-12T03:01:59.716-08:00Unknown Recipient
We met long ago
On a distant shore
The sun's rays fell
Behind the mountains,
The snow topped mountains.
So cold up there
Yet we both were warm
Where we sat
On the beach towel
The waves gently kissing
Our bare feet.
We sat together
But we were alone.
I felt I could
Take your hand
And make it better
Make it like it was.
I had not the courage.
I kept the words inside.
I am alone Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-857686202002-12-09T21:53:00.000-08:002002-12-09T21:53:44.793-08:00The Situation
A stabbing sensation
Explodes in my heart.
My eyes are to weary
I cannot depart.
Nor can I stay
In this room made of hate
I must leave now!
My body and mind debate.
You hurt me very deep
Punctured a part of my soul.
My feelings have numbed over
My heart is a gaping hole.
Never can I trust again
Never will I share.
Although I may love again...
Never will I care.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-853711062002-12-02T02:58:00.000-08:002002-12-02T02:58:16.120-08:00Undine Love
Cold polluted waters
Span across the earth
Her depths holding treasure
Beauty, wreckage, mutations.
Across her vast bed
Spanning thousands of miles
Lay centuries of warfare
Destruction, waste, death.
Ships sunk, bombs detonated
Vats of toxic waste, and sewage pumped by the second.
Oils spilled across her grand body.
More and more damage she takes
Soon she will rebel, soon will be herDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-849134682002-11-21T23:50:00.000-08:002002-11-21T23:50:39.273-08:00To a pale girl, whom I’ve never met.
A gentle soul I watch travel alone
How I wish I could just take her home
To talk to and laugh with, even befriend
She is where my obsessions begin, and end.
Her skin looks velvet soft, is pale as ice
Her moves are fluent, her body does entice.
Her eyes befuddle me, they mystify
I can’t help but stare as she walks by.
And sometimes, she turns and looks back Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-845189922002-11-14T02:23:00.000-08:002002-11-14T02:23:14.700-08:00A fairwell to things
Goodbye to the trees
Through which the soft winds blow
Goodbye to all the people
I never had the chance to know.
Goodbye to all the children
Who have fun in the sand
Goodbye to all the lovers
Who walk hand in hand.
Goodbye to the birds
Always chirping their song
Goodbye to the brooks
That slowly move along.
Goobye to the moon
My only lamp in the night.
Goobye to the sun
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-845182892002-11-14T01:47:00.000-08:002002-11-14T01:47:56.626-08:00Soul's Search
Mad with fright
An old man trembles
His remedy boils in a seether.
He knows it won't help
He knows he will die
Another victim of the red fever.
A soft rap at the door
Startles the man greatly
None turn to look at the sound.
His eyes grow wide
Fixated on the archway
Noise turns to silence all around.
It's then he sees
The door swing open
Death standing in the threshold
Raising hisDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-836568552002-10-28T03:44:00.000-08:002002-10-28T03:44:55.763-08:00Teneberous calm
The wind blow hair across my face
On this chilly autumn night.
The starts shine for no one
The moon is still new, invisible.
I can hear the gentle sound
Of water playfully spalshing the shore
I turn to look at the large body
It's skin black and smooth
Like a mirror reflecting my deepest thoughts.
The dark waters are most inviting
Even in this cold weather.
To jump in and splash Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-834514972002-10-24T01:56:00.000-07:002002-10-24T01:56:25.143-07:00Within without
Hapiness, they say
Comes from within
Most would agree with that.
Thus I conclude
That Sadness must
Originate from without
Without Love, without joy
Without happiness and cheer.
Without fright, without gloom
Without hate and even fear.
Without him, without her
Without a very close friend.
Without marriage, without kids
What will come in the end?
Without all these things
It is safe Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-831087192002-10-17T01:48:00.000-07:002002-10-17T01:48:25.503-07:00My apologies
My coat is the flesh of a deamon grand
The time of darkness is close at hand.
Make an incision on my soft virgin skin
To release the blood and evil within.
My eyes burn with a fire strong and bright
I now command all children of the night!
Complete my tasks with pleasure and glee
They all do my bidding willingly.
I want the same as all this spawn
For the earth to end just before Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-830534842002-10-16T01:23:00.000-07:002002-10-16T01:23:04.176-07:00Furniture, with love
My throne is made of broken glass
Tiny shards that rip my skin
Pointed edges that make me bleed.
My crown is that of razor blades
Bolted firmly to my skull
With very long screws, driven deep.
Mommy was kind enough
To make my bed.
Daddy was smart enough
To affix the crown to my head.
But they are too busy to see
That the wonderful things they did
To me and for my safety
Are Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-826268032002-10-07T00:05:00.000-07:002002-10-07T00:05:42.023-07:00I, alone
I walk to go places
I talk to express myself
I look to see faces
I think to be real.
I fight for what's right
I run from the unknown
I peer deep into the night
I wonder what it holds.
I brave all the elements
I endure sun, rain and cold
I make lasting commitments
I ponder as age catches up.
I close my eyes to sleep.
I close my eyes to dream.
I listen to the nothing slowly creep.
For Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-814477052002-09-11T02:02:00.000-07:002002-09-11T02:02:48.583-07:00Here is my contribution to remembering.
Mr Smith, depicted in the poem, is purely fictional. Any likeness to a real person is purely coninsidental, and I apologize.
Oh Nine, one one, two double zero one.
The sun rose in the sky
As it did many times before.
People went to work, children to school
No one was expecting such horror.
Sitting at his desk, doing some work
Some thought of Mr Smith as Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-811813782002-09-05T02:20:00.000-07:002002-09-11T00:09:08.000-07:00PIcking Daisies
In the darkness of the day
When children are out to play
Streets bustle with activity
No one thinks to notice me.
A black 3 piece suit
Wingtip shoes, black to boot
A fedora tilted on my head
A black briefcase, my initials in red.
The park is so green and vast
Children can run free at last!
My favourite part of my long day.
Which of these children shall I take away?
The flaxen Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-801318772002-08-12T03:01:00.000-07:002002-08-12T03:01:17.290-07:00Actions are loud
A viscious blow to the head
Eyes burning a flaming red
Should I be in her place instead?
I am satisfied, my soul is fed.
A gaping slash across her chest
Plucked gently from her private nest
Parents unsuspecting, they'd never guessed
That their daughter was dating a serial rapist.
A stabbing puncture to the lung
A rope with a noose from a tree was hung
Her body first dragged Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-799750052002-08-08T01:59:00.000-07:002002-08-08T01:59:51.623-07:00Death in life
I sit and listend to a tune
That once brought me joy
All I can do is cry now
Pain is now my new toy.
Everything in the world
Seems to have grown dark
Optimism now pessimism
Pain has left it's harsh mark.
The beat of life
Deep in my chest
Slows to a halt
Killing me at best.
But I still breathe
I can still see.
But I really hate
What I see. Me.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-797279052002-08-02T02:44:00.000-07:002002-08-02T02:44:12.373-07:00To where?
A man once told me
"Look to the heavens,
Look to the pale and full moon
Follow the moon till
You arrive where you should be
Where your heart carries a tune."
Luna led me
Through forest and rivers
Sand, swamps, deep mud and caves.
I travelled long
Still I pressed on
Walking for many many days.
Hunger struck me
Ignored it I did
Not faltering from my trail.
Almost nearing
My destination
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-795398322002-07-29T00:19:00.000-07:002002-07-29T00:19:42.306-07:00Yourself betrayed
Steadfast and true
From my mind to you
My sight never fails.
And what if I see
Another incarnation of me
Punctured with rusty nails?
Will you betray my heart?
Destroy my soul from the start?
Deal the killing blow to my head?
I have thought this through
I'm here to love you
But you would rather me dead.
So I wait for the day
Which you give yourself away
Then I'll know what Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-792426462002-07-21T21:35:00.000-07:002002-07-21T21:35:32.320-07:00Grey is the colour
Spiraling downwards
The world around me turns grey.
No more are things black and white
As they once were
As they should once again be.
Grey, drab, bland grey.
Decorates my walls, my bed
My emotions and my friends.
Nothing they do is absolutly right,
or totally wrong.
Nothing that I do is good enough
Or rotten to the core.
Instead it keeps a steady grey.
Nothing more, nothing Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-790127772002-07-16T03:05:00.000-07:002002-07-16T03:05:54.680-07:00Mail, bigger, badder, wetter
See my SHAVEN pussy!
And Cum all over my face.
Find the meaning of inner peace
THIS IS NEW TO THE MARKET PLACE!
Dirty secrets revealed
Debt consolodation for you now!
You have been preselected to receive
HOT asian HORSE FUCKERS...WOW!
Alas, it goes on and on
The spam that never seems to stop.
This poem could forever continue
But I'm sure my brain would pop.
*pop*
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-787645392002-07-09T22:40:00.000-07:002002-07-09T22:40:50.000-07:00 Ask yourself
Death and life
in one grand scheme
Man, I wish
I had some ice cream.
To wash away
My pain and sorrow
Maybe let me live
To see another tomorrow.
We live on this world
To work and procreate
We die on this world
But people still hate.
Due to sex race
or sexual preference.
What's the point?
No one can give me reference.
So I continue to wonder
why we live and why we die.
As my brain Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-787234332002-07-09T01:17:00.000-07:002002-07-09T01:17:39.896-07:00Company
A gust of wind
Blows through my head
Pushing thoughts, ideas, emotions
I lie, unsleeping, in bed.
A pulsating beat
stomps around my head.
Each pound louder than the last
I lie, wishing I was dead.
A single thought
Get stuck in my head.
Novel, new, burning bright
Through more thinking is this thought fed.
The thought grows
Getting larger in my head.
Wind can't push it, beats can't drownDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-778792702002-06-17T23:20:00.000-07:002002-06-17T23:20:55.866-07:00My room
It was an accident
I wish it had been me.
I had never been so terrified
I didn't think it would end
The way that it ended.
The gun shot fired from the barrel
And resounded through the air.
I can still smell the smoke.
I was startled, a knee jerk reaction.
I play it over and over in my mind
The pictures torment me.
My assailant still laughs at me
Knowing what I have done.
Because of me, IDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-775984292002-06-10T22:35:00.000-07:002002-06-10T22:40:02.000-07:00Take me there
I see a dark grave
On the horizon
A single moonbeam
Lights the way.
Through green rolling hills
I walk to the grave site.
An angel sits over it
Watching diligintly.
Her eyes weep tears
Of crimson ooze.
Tears for the betrayal
That killed the man below.
A few steps closer
My lantern light flickers
Off the slab of stone
That is the grave.
The epithaph reads
"No honour, no love, no Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-775542772002-06-09T22:39:00.000-07:002002-06-09T22:39:27.866-07:00God good God
They say god protects
The weak, innocent and small.
God doesn't exist
No one is protected at all.
God is a myth
Created long long ago
To give us humans comfort
And save us from our ego.
"God's plan is a mystery", I'm told
No one is meant to understand.
This is our way of dealing with the chaos
That we cannot control with our hand.
"God is all forgiving"
Another idea they sell.
CommitDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-771781562002-05-31T03:13:00.000-07:002002-05-31T03:13:51.233-07:00Storms Incoherant
Why does the wind
Dance upon my pane?
Taunting me, frightning me
Whistling strong through the heavy rain.
Pushing the branches over
Twisting multicoloured leaves
Moaning over the chimney
Much more than a gentle breeze.
The walls begin to creek
The floor starts to whine
The roof makes a sound
I gaze through the window at the kine.
But they are gone, hiding in the barn
They knew Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-771346012002-05-30T00:22:00.000-07:002002-05-30T00:22:06.523-07:00Just a fun limerick. Everyone needs humor once in a while.
There once was a vampire named Ardy
Who liked to attend wild parties.
She's find her some men
Take them home and then
Drain all the blood from their arteries.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-770165872002-05-27T00:56:00.000-07:002002-05-27T00:56:17.396-07:00Values
In a pitch dark alley
Behind a small school
He waits, figiting
His intentions are cruel.
Pacing back and forth
Staying away from the light
Waiting for 'him' to leave
To be at work for the night.
The creek of a door
Catches his ears.
'He' leaves for work
In the night, 'he' dissapears.
Waiting no longer
The hider makes haste.
Across the street and too the door
In a rather quick pace.
He Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-762545112002-05-07T00:47:00.000-07:002002-05-07T00:47:04.770-07:00Chances
Deep beneath the frozen ground
Buried under feet of snow
A single white rose seed is waiting
For it's chance to grow.
Struggling through the thawing earth
Hopeing birds won't peck it
She slowly starts to sprout
Pushing to the suface of the planet.
Finally, it's free
But the world is not what she thought.
The sky is sunless, the land is dead.
Was all this struggle for naught?
A jet screamsDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-760738762002-05-02T03:08:00.000-07:002002-05-02T03:08:40.996-07:00Seperation
Standing alone
During a torrential downpour
Not a stich of clothing i wear.
I stop to think
But cannot remember
How I ended up out there.
I rap on the glass
Shout out my name
Begging myself to return.
I continue to stand
A vacant look on my face
Water so cold, my skin starts to burn.
I really don't know
How my body and mind
Became seperated as such.
I'll continue to fight
Till I'm backDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-760349712002-05-01T03:15:00.000-07:002002-05-01T03:15:39.950-07:00To be Mine
You knew that I was laughing at you.
The first time I ever laid eyes on you.
All I wanted really was to hurt you.
But secretly I needed to have you.
You always hid from me.
Made all your friends lie to me.
Boys became mad and wanted to fight me
You kept me away, just to spite me.
So I got to you through her.
Your old friend Sue, remember her?
I hope you can live, knowing I killed herDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-759599452002-04-29T06:02:00.000-07:002002-04-29T06:03:17.000-07:00Darkness Omega
A gentle rain falls softly
Across a placid landscape
Of sky, trees and grass.
My mind is wisked away
To another time, this very place
Where a huge party began to amass.
It was surely going to be
The best time of our lives.
To be cherished and thought of forever.
A tragic series of events
Changed all that was to be.
I want to forget, still I remember.
The flash of cold steel
The Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-759026092002-04-27T13:25:00.000-07:002002-04-27T13:25:25.306-07:00Trust
I once believed in thee
Thou could saveth my life
That our very sould could taketh flight.
Thou hast proven me wrong.
Thy claims are false.
Thy honour is wretched
Thy love for me, never was.
Why didst thou lie to me?
Now, my life lay in thy hands
Broken, brittle, wasted.
Shame shall come unto my family.
And thy deeds will be known unto all.
Fare thee well, my love.
You have dishonoured me Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-758397152002-04-26T00:12:00.000-07:002002-04-26T00:12:53.000-07:00Older
Beating in my head
a sensless rhythm
I want to bash myself
into a pane of thick glass
Just to stop the incessant noise.
Even when it's quiet, it's loud.
There's no escape.
There's no solace.
There's nowhere to run
Or anywhere to hide.
Eternal, Everlasting.
It will stop when I expire.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-754566982002-04-16T00:57:00.000-07:002002-04-16T00:57:01.233-07:00Echo
His body tenses up
and his senses are heightened
The wild look in his eyes
Tell me that he's frightened.
He scans the room
With a scrutinous eye.
Worried that this night
He may or may not die.
I try to hold him
Comfort him with care.
He ignores me completly
Pretending I am not there.
I reach out towards him
With all of my might.
He then screams in fear
What a terrible sight.
He runs Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-753211862002-04-12T04:25:00.000-07:002002-04-12T04:25:04.180-07:00A night's delight
Running through the mists
Of deception and lies
Passing trees of gnarled wood.
Hoping the light might
Once again touch my face
Hoping, once again, to be good.
The night has just begun
My young innocent friend
Under the light of the full moon.
Your thoughts, they will change.
A raging beast will be free
Then, will yourDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-752406222002-04-10T03:22:00.000-07:002002-04-10T03:22:36.180-07:00Control
A million nightmares
My only truth
All haunting me
Rude and uncouth.
Inky blackness
Shortness of breath
Complete isolation
Suffocating death.
Growing accustomed
At a slow pace
Toxic sensation
A comfortable place.
Time ticks away
Soon I grow bored
Of this nightmare land,
I am now Lord.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-751277042002-04-07T00:15:00.000-08:002002-04-07T00:15:10.846-08:00How would I die.
To have you in my arms.
How would you die?
To be with me.
How could I live
If you are gone.
How could you live?
If I left you.
Feel what you feel
feel what you feel
Live how you live
Die at the end.
How can I see
The things you teach.
How can you see?
What I show you.
How did you know.
My thought that I keep.
How did I know?
Your love for me.
Love who you love
love who you Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-113367522002-04-01T00:12:00.000-08:002002-04-01T00:12:55.266-08:00Madness mask
The madness spins it's way
Around my perfect world.
Changing the way I perceive things
Lines once straight now look curled.
Further I fall, deeper I crawl
Untill the web stops me dead.
I struggle, the bonds grow tighter
My vision turns to red.
In a fit of anger I last out
To destroy what holds me back.
Then I realize it's my Mothers I've killed
My mask now has a crack.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-111691852002-03-27T03:07:00.000-08:002002-03-27T03:07:38.246-08:00My Story...
My story was over
Before it began.
He said "Boy, I'll shoot you
Right where you stand!"
I asked "But Dad, Dear father
Do you care for me naught?"
"Once, I truely did.
That was before you were caught
Sleeping with males?
What a disgusting sight!
I will kill you, my son
Before the end of the night."
I cried and I begged
For my pathetic young life.
Nothing would he hear
His heart held Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-107238762002-03-13T22:38:00.000-08:002002-03-13T22:38:44.066-08:00I watch from afar
through a pane of glass
the only thing keeping us apart.
You're combing your hair
It flows with a gentleness,
The calmness of a brooke
I imagine running my fingers through it.
The pleasure of making you happy.
You move, to the bed, laying down.
I wonder what will come next...
If you'll undress for me
Play with yourself for me.
No, you pick up the phone instead.
A casual glance Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-104001852002-03-05T00:20:00.000-08:002002-03-05T00:20:32.306-08:00Untuned.
Even thought the sun is shining
Dark clouds surround me
Rain pours down upon me.
Keeping me from your warm light
Will this pain ever cease?
WIll I ever find peace?
The shadows haunt my vision
Refsue to let me sleep
Friends tell me I look as white as a sheet.
My passions are all faded
My soul is almost dead
Voices scream at me from the depths of my head.
If only you could help me
Before Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-103584912002-03-04T00:12:00.000-08:002002-03-04T00:12:48.463-08:00It was a peacful day
Dark as night
A quiet stroll I took
WIth the ghosts surrounding me.
They try to speak
All at the same time
Like an entire baseball stadium
Calling my name.
No cheers of fame, however
But of fear and remorse.
Each wants a messege delivered
To the skins world.
They are all relentless in their pursuit.
But I can't hear them all
Speaking at the same time.
Every day is the same Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-100320552002-02-22T23:11:00.000-08:002002-02-22T23:11:15.193-08:00It was something.
Our story started
As a happy one
Nothing but pleasure
Everything was fun.
Others had envied
The relationship we had
Some watched in awe
Many just got mad.
But they felt remorse
When they found out
How you suddenly died
While out and about.
The driver, distracted
Making calls on his phone
Smashed into your body
And crushed all but one bone.
Every bone crushed
Was a feeling i hadDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-95111702002-02-08T02:32:00.000-08:002002-02-08T02:32:21.520-08:00Lord of my dreams
Keeps my confusion unseen
Lying in bed waiting
For teh very last sting
Of reality's vulgar byte
Whom I will now smite
With the power of imagination
Then heading to the station
The last defense in this war
Reality will hurt me no more
Forever I will dream
And always remain unseen.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-93264642002-02-03T02:55:00.000-08:002002-02-03T02:55:22.286-08:00Government ploys
You're afraid
Running Scared
And you now realize
That all they said is true
The men in black
Chasing fast
Watching every move you make
But giving in is not an option.
One mistake
You'll be dead
But you've come
Ever so close
To what they call the truth
Round the corner
There they are.
They capture you, bind you
beat, torture and blind you
And release you into society.
For the Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-93000972002-02-02T04:37:00.000-08:002002-02-02T04:37:41.030-08:00Blank sheet
The white page
Waits in silence
Blinding me with it's sheen
For letters and words
A sentence or more.
It waits for what is yet unseen.
Distracting,
I concentrate
But I don't get very far.
Writing, jotting
brainstorming all day
My words are jumbled and marred.
Droping the pen
Frustration gathers
I push away from the desk
And the paper waits
Ever vigilant
For me to pass it's test.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-90875562002-01-27T01:29:00.000-08:002002-01-27T01:29:54.000-08:00Boy, that last poem was crap, don't you think? Well, I was enjoying a bottle of pop, and felt terribly inspired, with emphasis on the terrible part :) I don't know when insperation will hit next, but you all will be first to know. If you have any comments or questions, you know you can email me...right? Aww comeon, I know you know, but you're just shy. I'll reply, honest.
draxenn@hotmail.comDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-90304032002-01-24T23:48:00.000-08:002002-01-24T23:48:20.266-08:00Fizzle, pop.
Drink it up.
It burn and tears
But boy is it good.
It swirls and swishes
And makes me want to puke
But I keep on drinking
I keep on drinking it
Cause it's good.
Good to taste
And nice to smell
But my gut is in personal hell.
Fizzle Pop.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-86455282002-01-12T23:02:00.000-08:002002-01-12T23:02:04.593-08:00I sit and watch as the world
Passes me by, looking around
I see people who live
And people who don't
Cause they don't care about each other
They don't care even about themselves.
Cities grow and crumble
Dreams spawn and fumble
Ideas spring and fizzle
All because of people,
Who live, and who don't,
And even who simply die.
Time is eternal.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-84494162002-01-05T22:14:00.000-08:002002-01-05T22:14:48.960-08:00In fields of green
The tall greenery
Lush and vivid
A light breeze
Whistles through it.
Wide trunks stand proud
But resting atop
Are no bird nests
Burrowing within
Are no squirrels or termites
Lumbering around
Are no bears or moose
And growing upon
Are no leave at all.
Instead, atop these trunks
Are lines of wire
Made by humankind
Connecting their world
To electricity, to cable
And to each other.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-84274712002-01-05T00:13:00.000-08:002002-01-05T00:23:36.000-08:00Look around
As I walked along
I closed my eyes.
My mind bacame lost
In the muddle of thoughts
The thoughts turn to dreams
In the dreams to reality.
When I awoke,
I was lost.
Not knowing where I was
When it is,
How I came to be.
I closed my eyes again.
Another journey,
taking me thought darkness and despair
hatred and loathing
fear and spite.
I awoke, this time
In a completely different place.
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-83984842002-01-04T00:05:00.000-08:002002-01-04T00:05:45.873-08:00A kidnapping in the park.
She lay there unmoving
Quite and unsettling sight
She had fought long and hard
She had fought with all her might.
But in the end it was for naught,
For alas, she finally died.
Although she had no clothing,
In her mind she held her pride.
It started on a peaceful night
A mere 6 hours ago.
Our young lady had left work
Her fate was yet unknown.
She began her long walk homeDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-83675382002-01-02T23:24:00.000-08:002002-01-02T23:24:10.450-08:00Waiting....
I can neither see, nor hear.
I cannot touch or taste.
My hearing is blocked, my motion stopped.
My captor has me held fast.
My only sense remaining, smell.
And there's so much to inhale.
My own sweat, almost sweet.
The dampness of the room, suffocates.
A fire, small, probably a candle.
Wait. And aromatherapy candle. Cherry.
Leather. I smell leather all around.
Steel too. That Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-79816792001-12-16T23:53:00.000-08:002001-12-16T23:53:21.430-08:00It's hell.
This consciousness,
It's cursed.
I'd rather sleep.
I'd rather dream.
I can take control.
I can take flight.
I can kill without reservation.
I can love without fear.
But I'm not asleep.
I remain awake.
It's been like this for days now.
Something wants me to stay awake.
When I do sleep, I don't dream.
No REM, no alpha state.
Just inky blackness.
And that uneasy feeling.
That I'm being Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-79199162001-12-13T23:37:00.000-08:002001-12-13T23:37:34.660-08:00It peers and watches
from the depths of my mind
waiting for a chance to escape
into the world
to wreak havoc
on those i love and more i don't know.
Sometimes it talks to me
tells me things
where I should go
what I should do
who I should be with
the quickest way to take a life
the cleanest way to dispose of a body
I try to ignore it
but then it gets mad and yells at me
sometimes, it even gets Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-76516202001-12-04T18:38:00.000-08:002001-12-04T18:38:29.960-08:00Leafless romance.
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It started one normal day
Two leaves went out to play.
They danced upon the winds cold back
Leaving the tree, never to come back.
They went as far as the breeze would blow
Then the fell to the ground, wondering where to go.
But with no legs it was a short trip
They went no where, not even a flip.
The too were seperated soon,
One got stuck to a Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-73839612001-11-25T03:00:00.000-08:002001-11-25T03:00:20.626-08:00Days.
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As I watch the sun set
A tear falls from my eye
My mind wonders a myriad of things
All connecting back to you.
It must be a tumor.
I can still smell your aroma
Of sweet grass and sour milk
Almost like a baby who threw up on itself.
I wish you were still here.
Maybe you aren't really gone.
I can see you sometimes
Out of the corner of my eye
Lurking in the darkness, where its Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-63054652001-10-12T23:43:00.000-07:002001-10-12T23:43:26.080-07:00The lights glow warmly
And birds chatter with glee
Children laugh and giggle
How perfect it all seems
But under the veil
Plays a different game
Hatred and fear
Far to difficult to tame
Hate breeds violence
And in turn carries fear
soon all conspire against another
To each other, none will near
Until each are segregated
Into their own little team
And devastation begins
In their eyes does death Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-61657752001-10-07T00:29:00.001-07:002001-10-07T00:29:45.366-07:00I'm a tree that grows hollow
With each passing year.
My bark keeps getting thicker
Inside I'm, filled with fear
My leave blossom in spring
Come to bloom in the sun
And by autumn they are fallen
Inner demons, they have won.
My roots, were once strong
Holding me firm in the ground
Now they are withered and weak
Uprooting, flailing all around
Birds no longer make their nests
In my branches spread Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-61657702001-10-07T00:29:00.000-07:002001-10-07T00:29:05.460-07:00A tale to tell.
A dozen statues carved of stone
All together, yet each stands alone,
Mysts creep in at the witching hour
Light shines not from the watchmans tower.
The first tells the tale
Of a warrior brave
Who always fought evil
But hit an early grave.
The second stands a maiden fair
The great warriors betrothed
She died lonely, of a wounded heart
Forgot her vows, unbound from her oath.
The Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-61657412001-10-07T00:27:00.000-07:002001-10-07T00:27:09.536-07:00Who will watch as I grow up
Who will catch me when i fall
Who will help me during hard times
Have I any hope at all.
Some say life passes quickly
Some say life is very tough
Some say life will only let you down
Is your life even enough.
Friends will come into your life
Some are good enough to stay
Friends sometimes leave rather early
Friends sometimes must pass away.
Time holds all the cards Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-61657302001-10-07T00:26:00.000-07:002001-10-07T00:26:25.363-07:00Power grows
in leaps and bounds
its essense surges
in the sky, through the gound
Reaching across
a flash in the air
the very faint scent
of burnt flesh and hair.
Omnipotent,
knowing no cell
it crashes so loud
to some, it is hell.
Life or death
it doesn't care
It does what it does
Weather unjust or fairDraxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-60775822001-10-03T02:04:00.000-07:002001-10-03T02:04:50.213-07:00Awake
Did you ever wake up and wonder
If your life is worth it
If your talent entertains
If your intellect goes the distance
If your drive really matters
Did you ever wonder these things and think
Maybe the world is better off without me
Maybe others pretend to care, but really don't
Maybe life is not all that it's cracked up to be
Maybe there is no point at all.
And did you ever think those Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-60263972001-09-30T22:25:00.000-07:002001-09-30T22:25:01.153-07:00Defeated, broken
I stand at the threshold
Of all that is, and all that will be
Alpha, omega, start, finish
Where will I go beyond this point?
Float in the air like a small bubble?
Take on a human shape?
Frighten my former piers?
Or is this it?
Darkness surrounds,
It’s suffocating qualities envelop me
Taking my soul, my being
My essence….somewhere else.
And when the darkness lifts
I Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-60263952001-09-30T22:24:00.000-07:002001-09-30T22:24:44.403-07:00Eye of plenty
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A scornful stare
A hateful glance
An awkward look
The looking glass
Reflecting back
What I do see.
A crooked smile
A slighted me.
But it goes beyond
The surface skin
I see beneath
What lies within.
The eyes betray
What one would hide
Those dark,deep secrets
Tucked away inside.
I gaze into
My iris brown
Joy becomes scorn
Smile becomes frown.
I see the darkness
Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-60263282001-09-30T22:20:00.000-07:002001-09-30T22:20:01.916-07:00From afar I watch helplessly
The pain, the sadness, the tragedy.
A force dwindling under the weight of another
Trying to prevent being torn asunder.
The small things, once magical, no more
The entire world seems dead.
Wrestling with thoughts and ideas
Keeping them barely fed.
A spark reunites, but only lasts a while.
What was a 3 minute walk, seems more like a mile.
Separation anxiety runs Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159105.post-60074622001-09-29T23:51:00.000-07:002001-09-29T23:53:13.000-07:00Well gang here it is, the all anticipated, never duplicated 'ME' homepage.
Well, it isn't really about me, but moreso the poetry I write. There are a few people that say I write some cool stuff, others say it's crap, and yet others ponder confoundedly over the cunnundrums I express within the complicated verses of the poems.
Stay tuned, there will be more to see, until then, Peace out.
Drax.Draxennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03868762908705455904noreply@blogger.com