Poetry do you write?

[SUPPLY42]

Kelly, here's one that I had written long ago. Hope you don't think it too sappy.

You walked lightly into my life
Captivating and lovely to my mind,
At first, I never cared who you were
Now I don’t know who I am without you,
You kissed me
I felt my world change,
You held me
I heard my heart awaken,
You loved me
And my soul was born anew
You walked lightly into my life
Now my heart knows who you are
And with every breath
And every step
I take down lonely roads,
Your hand is my staff
Your voice is my guide
Your strength my shelter
You’re passion my awakening.
You walked lightly into my life,
And all my pain
You took as your own,
And all my fears
You cast into the sea,
All my doubt
Lost in your eyes,
You walked lightly into my life
And no matter if you choose to stay or go,
My life is forever changed,
Just because you loved me
For a moment in time.
And because I choose
To love you
For the rest of mine

[Baron Of Hell]

I use to write the pretty words
I use to make my pen dance
My imspration?
The girls
oh so beatiful
breast became mountain peaks
lips became delicate roses
hips,thighs, my oh my
I wrote of that and more
I was such a whore
It made them laugh, my words
It made them cry, my words
I told them they were pretty
I dance with them
Words are such funny things
one minute they are sweet
one minute that are sour

I nolonger write of pretty things
I see nothing pretty in this world
instead I write of pain and rain
I write with slashes and broad strokes
I SCREAM AT THE PAGES
PAGES TEAR as the pen stabs down
PAGES RIP as the pen slashes across
ALL I WANT IS PAIN BITCH
I DANCE WITH CORPES NOW
I WIBBLE
I WOBBLE
I TOMBLE
i fall

every word is written in blood
before pen hits paper it stabs my heart
yet I keep going, writing, killing
filling page after page with my sweat
with my blood
and I can't stop now
I must keeping goi

[melissacarter]

Heres a poem I wrote earlier this year:

Dangerous and deviant

Dangerous and deviant
Totally harmless
If I tried to be charming
I’d be utterly charmless
Kind and considerate
I’ll snuff out your soul
If I looked like a girl
I'm just playing my role

Intelligent, witty
I come across dumb
If I said that I love you
I was just having fun
If I looked like a boy
Then turned to a girl
Would it make any sense
Might it rock your small world?

If I looked like a girl
Then showed up as an ape
Would the planets collide
Can I please find my shape?
I am criminally sane
I’ll make killers complain
I’m so dangerous and deviant
So simple and plain

If I looked like a whore
But showed up as a rat
Would you cuddle and pet me
Till I purred like a cat?
I’m dangerous and deviant
Simple but pure
I’m puking my sickness
When I look like a girl

I show up as an angel
Then flash! Turn to Satan
I’ll eat you for breakfast
With lunch still awaitin'
I was just having fun
Didn’t mean to break glass
You broke it you bought it
Its cash, grass or ass

I’m dangerous and deviant
Corrupt to the core
If I looked like a girl
Then moaned like a whore
If I looked like a cat
If I sweated and plucked
Till I purred like a rat
Till I felt soundly fucked
But showed up as a boy
And showed up as a brat
I’d be ugly and charmless
If I looked like a cat

[solohansoso]

Cool crisp water,
Splashes brown puckered eye.
It is done.
I wipe.

[solohansoso]

hickory dickory dock
the mouse was sucking my cock!


waite, one more!

little miss muffett sat on a touffet,
eating her curd and way.
along came a spider and sat down beside her
and said, "what's in the bowl bitch?"

thank you dice clay!!!

[dun kingggg]

when im in the mood

flood waters when i walk

when i feel your doom

streets shaking when i talk

jet black,
jetpack,
get my back,
figure out your cashflow when you not strapped,
stickup kids,
in the corner with the mac,
stickup kids,
sittin in the back of 'lac,
bust two tracks,
next day in the studio,
four full stacks,
tell the girls,
shake your booty yo,
sling thumbtacks,
braided hair like im coolio,
not that cracked,
white kid actin stupid yo...

[jmecross2]

Yes. I write poetry. Here's one of my poems.

Penetralia

The ceaseless cries of night birds
cannot be understood.
The blackness of the wood,
its mystery beyond words,
yields nothing to the eye.
Still my mind broods on obsessed
when these dark forms appear.
Are people base or blessed?
Is spirit but a lie?
Whether nothing be confessed
or something more, I fear
the ceaseless cries of night birds,
the blackness of the wood.