The Dark Side of Emotions....

[Chimera]

There is a bleak setting in the corner of my mind
where demons wait for suble hints of pain
eating the crumbs of broken dreams
life feeds the debris of happiness to thoughts minions
Scavenging from the bliss of love and desire
growing stronger with each shredded emotion
these creatures of dark nature try to breed
seeds of black devistation planted in subconscious
It is mine to starve the midnight
It is mine to bring the light
It is mine

 

[Kat]

thats really good chimera...you have such a way with words when you write...thank you for sharing this one too.

There is a bleak setting in the corner of my mind
where demons wait for suble hints of pain
eating the crumbs of broken dreams

and wow have I felt this before

 

[SilentEyz]

A feeling that I can relate to, Very beautifully put.

 

[Chimera]

Think as you do, these faded imaginings
of love
None has found your heart these years
None will
Tar coats what once heated your core
stilled beats
Yet you speak, as though from lifes furnace
dead words
Plead with the gods as you wish for warmth
taste Ice
The blackened depths of lost emotion show
blood stained
Marking your verse in a never read text
dust coated

Much as your love, gathers dust

 

[Boomer]

Wow man. I would like to hear you do some spoken word dood. Very good emotions here. *nods*

 

[Kat]

*nods agreement with boomer* very well spoken chimera you def. have a good way with words

 

[Chimera]

I very much appreciate the praise, as it comes from people skilled with words as well....Makes me want to write more.


Inevitable in this fluid leaf strewn brook
is the branch that leads to a stagnant pool
though life and nature are there.....it is not clean
No clear water to quench my thirst
and So......
Backpaddle again , up streams of turbulent rumblings
search as I do for the fork that leads ...somewhere else
over these pebbles seeming slick and grand
twigs as mighty oak bows tower above
and so......
Into the river floats my dream of this world
dunking below the fury of drenched relations
the cool taste of melted crystals in my lungs
lay my head on the rounded stones of her timeless belly
and so......It goes
and so......Do I