Poetry Blogs (2021, written words)
The aged book filled with leaves turns to unveil a man, Atlas-like – bowed, broken, & torture racked on a wooden frame. In the book, crushed down and up again.
Millions say the words live. Entertain, and watch stony hearts become flesh. Others blame. And this way, remain the same: habitations of corpses. Who, rather than listen, rage. Saying the book’s aim is insane. Thus, death’s reign is...
Tuesday 26th January 2021 4:41 am
Thousands of pages in an empty room
Thousands of stories waiting to be told
The pages go untouched
The magic within begins to fade
Beloved characters cease to exist
Daring fights go unheard of
People begin to feel empty
Not always sure why
It's because those empty rooms
Inked pages breathe life to us
Teach us history, adventures, to love
We mustn't forget t...
Monday 24th June 2019 4:43 pm
Poetry isn't just a pencil,
or pen, a piece of paper,
or words that flow just right.
Poetry is of many words,
many unspoken thoughts,
many unshowed feelings,
and is put together
to tell a story.
It tells a story
of a persons' struggles
And paints a picture
for the reader to see.
And each poem of mine
is written with such heart.
All my feelings I keep inside
Friday 24th October 2014 4:33 am
My Blade, My Life (by Mel)
With trembling hands, she reaches for her blade. She tells herself it will be the last time.
She tells herself this every time.
She never succeeded before, but will just have to now.
With the blade in her hand, she breaks out into a cold sweat.
She starts shivering and her heart beats faster.
She thrives on these feelings,
she tells herself she mus...
Thursday 24th May 2012 10:57 pm