Hi there, whoever said the world could go round without poetry?
tell you what? poetry is the biggest aspect of my life right now. it feels like freedom!!!


DEADLY HOPE

Lying in a self-pooled blood
Yet in the heavy flood
Thunders looking with
Murderous eyes-fire lit
Gasping for breath
Contending with death
Asking for the hands of hope
Yet hope said nope
Having the throat badly strangled
And the body badly handled
Confusion heard the cry
Yet hope was leaving him to die
Hope, he believed wasn’t fair
For pretending not to hear

The face was getting pale
He glanced at hope in pain
Then tried stretching his hands
But hope was leaving the land
It was the turn of death
Who readily pounced on its target
And while his spirit was been taken to Hades
Who had been expecting him for ages,
He whispered hope
Yes was there apart from nope
He wondered what use it was
Being rescued after dead he was

Hope then whispered
Like though it whimpered
I see no reason why
I shouldn’t let you die
Like success after the splat,
Between us there’s a mat
Which is filled with great pains
Agonies and sorrows are what it contains
If only you can endure this,
You would have a love-filled bliss
He grabbed hope’s hand
And shouted as though mad
Like hope predicted,
He wasn’t committed
So, he let go of hope
And took despair in place of hope
It was his calling
It also, was his ending.

come on!!! i know i've been a bad arse but don't treat me like this!!!

You got skills man!

hey!!! thanks man.

In the dead of winter
I passed by
A glowing berg of ice. . .
I drew nearer
To what my eye spied:
A strange fire. . .
Would its sparkle suffice?