Submissions by Kyky_Wynn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words define my life.But I don't just mean it in a literal sense.There's more to it then that.I want my words to be seen.Make a difference.I can't say anything I write, has any real structure,I don't write for structure, I write for "The Feel".
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 10:23pm
9th Oct 2013 10:23pm
Feel Her for Death
Gripping tightly, to sanity lost.
Holding back anger..As cold as frost.
Seething. Dripping..
With Fury unveiled.
Crashing into something else.
Black thoughts, that travel too fast.
Tears of acid.
That fall..at last.
Stinging pain.
Shoot forward and through.
Shattering bone. Splintering too.
Cloudy Red dreams, overly exposed..
To every element of the Unknown.
A touch so profound.
A kiss so deep.
The Reaper gleams, at the Red Fleet
Holding back anger..As cold as frost.
Seething. Dripping..
With Fury unveiled.
Crashing into something else.
Black thoughts, that travel too fast.
Tears of acid.
That fall..at last.
Stinging pain.
Shoot forward and through.
Shattering bone. Splintering too.
Cloudy Red dreams, overly exposed..
To every element of the Unknown.
A touch so profound.
A kiss so deep.
The Reaper gleams, at the Red Fleet
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 10:20pm
9th Oct 2013 10:20pm
Tortured
Death's knocking at my door.
Cold the rush blinds me, I see no more.
Confusion mixed with pain, never ending rain.
How long till I can feel no more?
Emotionally drained, through life's riddles.
An endless dream on a bloody pillow.
Wrap my veins in black. Dark night, moonlight patterns.
Tears salty, through dark ink.
Softened black to misery's bleak.
Gleaming through a razor's teeth.
Biting sweetly, needing meat.
Bloodthirsty, midnight craving dawn.
No passion, but only throughout a song. ...
Cold the rush blinds me, I see no more.
Confusion mixed with pain, never ending rain.
How long till I can feel no more?
Emotionally drained, through life's riddles.
An endless dream on a bloody pillow.
Wrap my veins in black. Dark night, moonlight patterns.
Tears salty, through dark ink.
Softened black to misery's bleak.
Gleaming through a razor's teeth.
Biting sweetly, needing meat.
Bloodthirsty, midnight craving dawn.
No passion, but only throughout a song. ...
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