Todays poem

[calleharnemark]

Who am I?
Am I someone of worth?
Can I fight you eye for an eye?
Am I being judged by some kind of court?

I feel like I am fine.
I know it's my fate.
I wait for my turn in the line.
I hope I am not too late.

[calleharnemark]

The wolves are going for a raid.
We will attack them soon.
Our enemies will never know what we said.
Our surprise attack will be their doom.

We will start with the Creed.
They have to fall.
Then they will us feed.
Then our howls will be our victory call.

[calleharnemark]

I am stuck in a cave.
It is so dark.
There is nobody here to save.
All I can hear is wild dogs bark.

I lean myself against a black stone wall.
How am I going to get out?
The mountain around is so big and tall.
What is this dream even about?

[jwl1000]

Deception

Some say she’s perfect
But do you see?
The way she flits,
Between, between
Life and death
Here she comes
Through foggy ways and bright lit sun
They see the twisted smile upon her face
Her open hand extended like grace
They say she helped them along the way,
What I’d like to know,
Is the price they paid.

whatuuuuup?!?
is that a boss poem or what?
what do you think cal? you are the master after all

[calleharnemark]

Deception

Some say she’s perfect
But do you see?
The way she flits,
Between, between
Life and death
Here she comes
Through foggy ways and bright lit sun
They see the twisted smile upon her face
Her open hand extended like grace
They say she helped them along the way,
What I’d like to know,
Is the price they paid.

whatuuuuup?!?
is that a boss poem or what?
what do you think cal? you are the master after all

I like it. But each poem is judged different from person to person. Even though I like other critics can be free to think it's crap. It's so hard to judge these things.

[jwl1000]

i didn't write it :\

[calleharnemark]

I hate to hear all lies.
I am sick of the fight.
I feel all hope dies.
Why can't everything be all right?

I don't know what to say.
I hate when promises are broken.
It's too much bullshit to hear today.
Just their looks is a token.

[Sundancer]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Come to bed
I want to fuck you

[calleharnemark]

Some events causes depression.
The problem came back again.
Some has weird obsessions.
We all lost the hope we gained back then.

I can't do a shit.
It gets fucked up whenever it starts to make sense.
We have to take hit after hit.
The fighting is getting more intense.

[hicksy17]

Even through the purest dreams
The black man cannot hide behind the red rose.

Remnants of the past will seek out to haunt
And the ones who have suffered become the ones to cause the suffering.

Seeing the eyes of residual imagery will those see personal judgements,
A personal damnation soon follows.