Daily Poems.

Alright Starting this month and all through June, I will be writing about poetry and sadly, most of them are depressing, and I wrote most of them about myself, I have never been really, "stable," but then again, who is, right? Anyway, today, I thought that I would start off with a free verse poem, in case you do not know what this type of poem is, it is pretty self explanatory, you can practically do what ever you want, there does not have to be a rhyme scheme or certain structure, you just type about whatever crosses your mind pretty much. I can be about your feelings, random objects, a friend or anything that tickles your fancy, anyways, I hope that you enjoy my first poem.

May 15, 2010.

A "Burden"

My presence means nothing.
I am, but a shadow in the eyes of my superiors.
Walked over,
I stumble to the ground.
shattered,
I weep in the rain.
Coughing,
I fall in a ditch.
Wet,
I black out...
The world is empty.
My presence means nothing.
To my family.
Blamed,
I slam the door.
Reemed,
I shed blood in fear.
Made fun of,
I drown in my thoughts.
My presence means nothing.
I am but a mist to my friends.
Ignored,
I walk out the door.
Betrayed,
I climb the stairs.
Enraged,
I pull the trigger.
The deed is done.
The burden is but now...
a shadow.
The burden is but now.....
a mist.
The burden is but now......
a memory...

5/16/2010

MY NEXT POEM CAN HAVE ANOTHER MEANING TO IT, ABOUT A MAN, WHO BETRAYED ME, AND I TOOK HIM BACK AND HE DID IT AGIAN, SO I TRHEW HIM AWAY PERMANENTLY.

A CHAIR

I Sat in you.

You broke.

I put you by the curb.

Nobody wanted you.

I took you back.

I fixed you.

You broke again.

You are going to the dump...

5/17/2010

I wrote this poem out of boredom and I was very thirsty.

Milk

I went to the supermarket.

I took the first one.

It was cold.

It was white.

I was thirsty.

I took it home.

I had a drink.

It spilled.

I became frustrated...

It sat there.

For weeks....

I wanted some.

It smelled terrible.

I wasted it....

5/18/2010

I am now going to have three days of haikus, I wrote them rather quickly.

Roofies

He bought her a drink.

She chugged it very quickly.

She fell to the ground.

5/19/2010

Unicycle

I balanced on it...

I never felt so alive.

I joined the circus.

5/20/2010

Cassies couch

Warm, soft, and comfy.

It is an ugly colour.

It is stained with milk.

5/21/2010

The Stranger

The black candle wax melted on my skin.
Aroused,
I looked him in the eye.
The pain was searing.
I at the same time,
felt pleasure.
As the masked man,
bites my skin.
I cut his back.
With my...long nails.
I am slammed...
against the wall.
His face,
remains a shadow.
His face,
I hold in my body.
We choke each other.
I gasp.
He gasps.
He strips me.
The room is cold.
I shiver.
The face...
remains hidden.
The stranger,
binds me in his body.
I struggle,
to remove his shirt.
Suddenly.
I am calm.
Our warm bodies meet.
At last...
it is all removed.
I moan,
as I feel the sensation.
His black eyes,
are nothing but a shadow,
lurking over me.
He grasps me.
With cold hands.
I hesitate.
As I reach for the mask.
My reluctance,
gets the best of me.
The unknown man.
Got away...
Will I ever see him again?
Loneliness...
is a terrible thing.
I weep.
In my compact room.
I fall asleep,
gently...
I wake in pain.
To my surprise,
I find,
the man's disguise.
I smile.
I will find him...

5/22/2010


Never to Feel the Same Pain...

They met.


She wanted friendliness...


He wanted more.


She shook his hand,


Goodbye...


He grabbed her.


She was shoved into a van,


Trapped.


No way out.


The girl...


lost her mind.


He opened the door.


She kicked.


She screamed.


Escape...


was hopeless.


He threw her in the basement...


No light of day,


for days...


She was starved.


She was raped.


She was tortured.


Chained...


to the wall.


Her face turned to grey,


To white,


To purple,


To pale...


The man,


Left her there,


To die...


She was found...


Two years later...


The girl,


had no chance...


The man got away.


Never to be seen,


in the pale girl's presence.


Never to feel..


remorse.


5/23/2010

Innocence






It was scary at first,


In the darkness.


The light was dim.


The room was cold.


I was cold.


He was cold.


Defenseless and vulnerable...


Our innocence,


Would soon be gone...


Smooth,


Warm flesh engulfs me.


I am stripped,


We tremble.


Our lips meet.


There is no turning back...


My tounge,


licks his flesh.


My flesh...


Is bitten.


I bleed.


He feels the sensation.


I stare into the distance,


Our bodies are warm.


We sweat.


I feel the pleasure...


Our innocence,


Disappeared.


We lay there,


Waiting for the sun.


Hoping...


that it will never rise.


5/25/2010

Chocolate Cake






The cake was done,


The top was bare.


It needs icing everywhere.


The spoon was silver.


Dip, dip, dip.


Into the chocolate wonder.


Spread, spread


With the knife,


Until it is gone,


Out of sight.


It looks delicious,


This cake of mine.


Human catnip,


Is what it seems.


I dreamt,


About it for weeks.


The fun is over,


The spoon is licked,


The egg is cracked,


The bowl is clean,


Now...


The worst part comes,


Making it disappear,


Into my belly,


Like a UFO in the sky,


Or the moon and the rain,


It will be gone,


In a couple of days.


My chocolate creation,


My chocolate cake.


I shant eat it myself,


It won't go to waste,


Like old sour milk.


I desire the thick icing,


Smooth on my tounge.


I reach the last piece.


I save it for later...


Hours pass,


I come home.


I seek the cake.


It vanished.


As I expected.


My brother ate it,


I am in luck though,


There is more cake mix.


I will make it,


It is a white cake,


Albino to my eyes,


I put it back and pout...