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I am a newly starting out poet/author and currently have published three poetry books: Darkness Within, Twisted Realms, and Soul of the Soulless. Each of these books contains poetry I have written within the past 13 years. I have also been published in The Silent Journey by Howard Ely, as well as in The Independent and Free Press.

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a different life

all that's left is the memories,
the hurt and forgotten,
the dark shadows of the morgue.
the vast emptiness,
the blood curdling screams,
reality check,
monsters in your head.
you're losing it,
your self-control,
your mind.
tortured screams,
re-occuring nightmares,
it doens't seem to end
scars remind you of the past,
fresh blood drips to the floor.
watch it as it collects in the
puddle at your feet,
it never went away,
no one could save,
left to die.

harsh reality

to escape the harshness of reality,
you create a magical world
beyond reality
where everything makes sense
you're safe
and that's all that matters.
no one can hurt you
as long as you believe.

mistakes

looking back you can see the mistakes
of the broken hearted
ignorant and bruised
carved out of stone
a heart
left to shatter
as if made of precious glass.
fragile and unstable
to the touch
can you pick up the pieces
bring it back together,
bound it with glue.
so it will never shatter again
can you shelter the broken,
protect the humble
save the lost.

leo

they are outsiders,
feared against the unknown,
skilled in their minds and strength.
righteous in their ways...
the spirits within

guided by one who batlled evil,
trains them in their ways,
side by side they fight.
for the good of all.

brothering

the fallen brothering
behold the lost souls of time.
the true passage of wits.
between the gates of hell,
caught under the devil's gaze.
crawling through the darkened dreams,
escaping nothing else.

late night

on the late October night,
the clouds darken with every step.
the shadows lurk with every breath.
mistaken identity.
the light fades with every wish,
every haunting moment,
past by cruel winds.
monsters in your soul.
claw at any sanity,
the end of true belief
of darkness inviting.

oct 29/07

lost soul

I can feel death...
overtake me,
cast me farther into the dark abyss,
i call life
she takes my soul.
i can't breathe.
no one can help me,
why even try?
i am nothing,
i have no memories,
no purpose
what is life?

august 10/07

a different life

all that's left is the memories,
the hurt are forgotten,
the dark shadows of the morgue.
the vast emptiness,
the blood curdling screams,
reality check,
monsters in your head.
you're losing it,
your self-control,
your mind.
tortured screams
re-occurring righteousness,
it doesn't seem to end.
scars remind you of the past,
fresh blood drips to the floor.
watch it as it collects in the
puddle by your feet.
it never went away,
no one can save,
left to die.

august 10/07

meh

the dark curtains of death, deceit,
stained with deep red,
dripping with blood
thorns as ties,
tie onto your fears,
can't shake it,
can't hide from it.
the lives of the unforgiven,
the lives of our fathers.

april 12/07

breath away

days pass
as winter night
takes the breath
of the soul,
blinds you by darkness
cut you with sharp chills,
down your spine.
through your fingers,
out your sorrow filled
cold steel eyes.

oct 29/07

Inside

blinded by the insane reality
that the world is meaningful.
that you're not being slowly eaten alive...
the deepness of the doubt,
in your mind.
the worry in your eyes,
the quiver in your lips...
mistaken love,
now self-doubt
and confusion...
who knew it would result in this?

february 6/08

Death, of the Endless

Through the murky light, you see a figure.
Tall- just a shadow-dressed in all black
Glinting in the street light you see metal.
The symbol around her neck.
She's death,
many fear her,
many doubt her gifts.
She comes, anytime, anywhere.
Believe that things has a reason,
that your life had a purpose.
that murky rain of fortnight,
dosed by the misfortune of our yesterdays,
our mistakes of tomorrow
Forgotten,
hope lost in the transition.
Bewildered reverent
of ever after, the lost cause,
the golden dream of days began.
the rotten decay of deformity.
She comes, she walks, she lives.
She believes in thought
misunderstood dreams,
the forgotten disbelief.
Longing to belong
in a society of true forms,
to understand the purpose
of why this is that.
She comes, as the winds howl,
the world stops
to remember each day
She comes.

june 21/08

days of ole

days of maddened believe of forgotten yesterdays
I once saw a purpose to the light, in which there once was meaning. The over powering remorse of the decaying y dying. Haunted by the forgotten realms of mistaken misery. Forsaken bliss of suffering brutality. You have a meaning, the life is lost. Where has the light dwindled,where has the sparkled faded? The sadness in her eyes, the pain in her heart-- tearing away the flesh of life. The sunken misery of past mistakes, y everlasting nothingness.

At times, I wish I knew. I wish I could believe that things were always rainbows y sunshine, that things were precious. The sacred bubble of protecting, binding your soul for all eternity. Wishing none lost--true guilt of the past. Haunted dreams of yesterdays torture.

Rotted--raging--boiled madness in the eyes of the often invisible. The scared y alone, a true crime of life. The weak shall triumph. The strong shall crumble.. False promises y trueness of seized suffering in the corrupted mind of isolated madness.

Seeking the truth for dreams foretold. Killing the death beyond all greatness... The cloaked madness-- seizing the opening of often crime. Behold all forgotten in the dark realms of tortured minds y twisted faces..

Dreams shattered by overwhelming dread. Haunted. Mysterious beings of the darkness within.

Dying. Blood. Scars of the battles past lived. STRONG lived...

June 10/08

still this dark cloud is looming,
I can't keep lieing to myself
that I didn't have a problem-
with trust.
who's to say that even the
ones- friends you've known
for years won't stab you
in the back when you least
expect it?
How can you believe
that you're life has not
become complete Hell
on earth
Who do you have now?
Clearly no on to trust.

Who am I?

Who am i?
am i just another nothing?
just another person shunned,
y hopefully forgotten as you
live through your pathetic existance.
a friend? acquaintance?
you can tell me you'll love me forever,
but that's just lies
in the lovely clouded bubble
you place above my head-
mess me with in believing
i could still have some meaning in your life.
when it's clear
you don't even know.
you like knowing
I'm still there,
that I can be a friend,
yet you cut
most connections with me
as you could.
clearly there's something
you're not telling me...

-Jan 9/08

January 9/08

devoured into total bliss of imaginary realms of perfect beliefs and longing gratitude. Be, as it is, watching the victims scramble to undo the destruction that they have unknowingly caused.

Blinded by that state of utter chaos... damnation y long forgotten solitude. No escape from this unmistakable terror of tragic error... summoning the beast within.

Pain driven eyes, y hollow hearts. It's as if no speak of righteousness has a faint chance of any known useful existence.

For a Reason

am i now just a empty vessel,
whom strangers can cast down and spit on.
am i so hideous that i can have no friends,
that when i do they never talk to me.
lonely in my heartache and depressing
thing i call life,
when i once had a reason to look forward
and watch the sunrise in the morning,
to laugh and cry like a normal human being.
is it too much to want to be happy
and have friends,
to live your life.

July 8/06

October 4/08

Remember remember the fifth of November,
the cries of agony as they die
through the night
stabbed in the heart.
the alley is stained with blood.

Sept 27/06

when the rain drop falls
and the storm stops
do we notice the
dew on the walls.
or do we go straight to
cleaning the floor with a mop?
or do we remember-

May 9/07

if you believe something, why can't it be real,
your tears run down the side of your face,
scared,
pained, bruised and broken.
scramble for the last scraps of food.
the night gets colder.
you pull your jacket tighter,
curse the frigid weather,
you're alone,
forgotten,
lost and unwanted.
no family for Christmas,
no turkey
and mashed potatoes
forget the eggnog.

April 15/08

If you can't believe the truth, how certain can you be that you understand the world y those around you. You can believe that things make sense, but in reality they don't. The world you once knew, is nothing at all. All the things in the world you called home, are non-existant. What now?

Deep in thought, unaware of lurking abyss.
stuck in the shadows of the lost y deception,
confusion y dismay
believe that there's hope.
but hope does not exist,
in this rock covered,
lava-blood raging,
bitter endless miserating so-called life.

Thunderous beaming storms,
clouding your mind.
escaping the once love you felt,
but soon realize it's nothing more,
than misery in disguise.

Eyes darkened in the shadows,
seeing all that remains,
darkness y those left forgotten
tolling bell,
haunting past.
running for your life.

Our Suicide Plan

Everything is led to the death, proven by the blood.
the tears of the say, maybe yesterday.
saying that you want to kill yourself.
telling us we're stuck together forever.
making plans that were made.
planning the date, to when our lives will end.
assigning days that were assigned to carry out the plan.
yesterday was emotionally met.
tomorrow will bring a new day, even if the lives are lost.
we'll not worry because we are not to worry.
we shall not cry because we should be happy.
this is what, this is what we wanted.
we think, we though about it, we suffered the pain everyday.
as the days went by, as our lives got harder.
we thought about it more, for we suffered the
pain, that was left for us.
depression, for us.
for we have suffered
we have had the pain.
we are suffering the consequences.

When- I

When you cry
I start to die
When you start each day
I start to fade away
when yo speak
I start to get weak
when you tremble
when you sleep
I start to cut deep
when you awake.
I start to fade
when you die
I start to say goodbye
When you smile
I start to smile
When you kill me
I start to be.
When you cry
I start to die.

to die tomorrow,
to be killed by sorrow.
to die tomorrow,
to be choked by sorrow.
to die tomorrow,
to suffer the sorrow,
to die tomorrow,
to perish in sorrow.
to die tomorrow,
to fade away from sorrow.
to die tomorrow,
to be tortured by sorrow.
to die tomorrow,
to be in agony from sorrow.
to die tomorrow,
to be in misery by sorrow
to die tomorrow,
to have the sorrow.
to die tomorrow
to get the sorrow.
to die tomorrow

Date unknown

Happiness is wherever
you find it,
it gives you feelings of joy.
You're happy
It makes all the pain,
suffering,
and bad feelings disappear.
Happiness is one of of the best feelings
and emotions.
it makes you complete.

Sept 5/06

When you know someone,
you are great friends,
but then you start to get closer,
be more comfortable
with each other.
You're just a girl,
and he's just a guy.
Does something always
have to happen?
You lose yourself
when he looks at you,
you can't stop looking,
glancing his way
as he can't either.
when does it become,
more than a friendship
and a crush?
why does it have to be,
why can't a girl and
a guy be really close
friends,
why is that that can only be,
of one is gay?

December 28/07

Empathy? This feeling designed to allow someone a feel que another es feeling, a understand como they feel.

Vamos about our days,
uncaring y unfazed,
unregarded the unfortunate
soul who-

Maybe it's one of these simple questions, with the most obvious answer, but yet still it is a mystery to most. Why do we lie? or rather why must we have the urge to? What drives us to create this excuse, for protection, to make things easier? How can it be easier when someone who cared for deeply lied to you, though beyond all doubt you believe that it was the truth, or rather you never second thought it. You know that there was a hidden meaning, a hidden truth, but as you try to loosen the web of lies, you discover that deep down you were better off not knowing, at least that way you could still have some hope y believe that your precious perfect life wouldn't shatter to a million thousand pieces. would you rather know the truth, or cast it aside, try to hope that there was still some reason left, some greater force that could mend this disaster of a broken heart. Do you believe that for one second you were lied to because they were prolonging the inevitable? Would you believe they didn't want to hurt you?

Tattered dreams, knocked down off your pedestal of longing dreams y hopes. Thinking that this was what life was all about. To have someone, y be truly happy, but can you truly say you were truly happy? Do you believe that it could've continued to be a great thing. Sheltering your deep sunk depression y heart ache. You were happy, believed things had a purpose, but now? What do you believe?

Blinded by mi sense of reality,
knowing full well del consequences.
Mistakes were made,
experiences had.
start a new life,
have a change.
see beauty in what
once was
Decisions y choices.
it's all for the best.

Rambles of Conscience

He brightened up the world,
befriended body y soul.
Taught you more than
you could ever imagine
Believed that there was
something better.
Shared joy y happiness
with being creative y
completely out of this world.
Being so different,
no one could forget

Nov 21,2007