Category: Poetry

Watching your friend hurt themselves Is Hell embodied on the Earth The Devil’s most subtle lie Makes us doubt our self and worth.

I am driven to succeed While you are driven by your greed.

A poem is a verbal pearl coating over the pain from a  Muse.

I don’t know what to say. But it doesn’t matter, you won’t read this anyway. I am dead to you.

Better to take it out on paper Than on people.  Better to write And bleed on the page Than to bleed in reality

Why? Why do you do it? Only your Shadow knows.

As I look back I see all the broken promises. The lies, the red flags and warning signs. When you look back… Well you don’t.  You walk away from the destruction that you wrought, focusing only on your next target.

That which is best for the whole Is reflected in the soul. Though there be passing pain Infinite reward is thy gain.

As we turn the page of the New Year My eyes are moist with tears Because you are no longer here.

When a creator Pulls something out of the ether For you, it is worth more Than the gems of the earth With their sparkle.