VincentSnowcrow

So you take the dagger and thrust it straight,unfaltering, buried to the hilt in my heart. can you hear it? the sick thud, the trickle of my blood? can you feel it? the warm wet feeling over your hand, in your eyes? look up deep in my eyes. can you see? watch as my life, my love, my hate, my very soul drain into my heart and over your hand where it finally falls to the dirt where it belongs... No! I won't let you kill me! I won't give tyou the satisfaction of watching my soul drain away! Kneeling before you I gather together the shattered fragments of my soul, and force them back into the black abyssal hole you've opened in

So you take the dager and thrust it straight,unfaltering, buried to the hilt in my heart. can you hear it? the sik thud, the trickle of my blood? can you feel it? the warm wet feeling over your hand, in your eyes? look up deep in my eyes. can you see? whatch as my life, my love, my hate, my very soul drain into my heart and over your hand where it finally falls to the dirt where it belongs.

I lay you down to sleep. I can see your fear your shivers your sweat so cold so restless. you are trapped in a tower of nightnares gaurded by a dragon of fear. Ive come to save you and destroy the dragon. not with a noble stead or powerful sword. but with a simple act of compassion a kiss soft on the cheek. the dragon is destroyed and you are set free to dream of warmth of compassion and of love. the way it should be.

Shy Love Why do you chase after me When I run away? Why do you give me hint after hint? Why do you give me countless openings To ask you if you love me? Why do you fallow me day after day When being around me gives you pain and sadness? Why do you prolong your pain When you could just ask me If I say yes Then your happiness will over flow. If I say no Then the pain will break your heart But it will pass. Why do you prolong your pain?

I never thought anyone could love With true passion. I never knew anyone could like another Enough to truly love. I never understood love. Until I met you… Now I understand love. I know what love is. A feeling A knowledge A truth So profound it can not be explained Only felt Experienced Believed. Never leave me. I beg on my knees For to know love and the feeling… And be without it… Is a fate… Worse than death. Please I beg you Never Go…

A window into the soul. A key to your feeings. A promise of a slow death. The invitation to love. The fire of adventure. The reflection of a black sky with bright clouds. The shine of a precious stone. The ripples of a deep sea frozen in time. A weakness. A strength. The only way to disover the pride of a good father the all of a brides gfeelings reavealed behind her pure white veile. the refletion of.. the fires of hell... the golden gates of Heaven the image of mine in yours

I dont understnd how a person, not an artist or phsycho but a siple person could so perfectly describe a feeling such as love or hate or those that leed one to suicide. yet here we are in a veritable potluk of thees descriptions we so properly call poems. writen by any normal simple every-day person. it nearly leaves me thinking that you may all have bleeding hearts. just like mine.

I wonder what it would be like to never have a heart? sometimes I wish I didn't have one. Then I whold never mss it. It wold never be broken or hurt. I would never feel sorrow or pain no anger or confusion. Maybe when the time comes, Ill shoot out my heart quick and fast so I wont feel the anger and confusion turn to painful regret just emptyness...

When you love it is a wonderful feeling. It spreads To your heart Your soul Your very happiness But when he or she of whom you love says They don't love you The feeling of warmth turns to ice Enclosing Your heart your soul Your very happiness Then they who you love grab hold of the ice And rip it away Taking with it Your heart Your soul Your very happiness Leaving an open hole So all can see you are heartless Soulless And sad.

A great monster of nature Size reduced to a fraction of its former glory Who's insides  have bean replaced by the product of industry Skin replicated so as to put it to shame Paws bereft of claws that should be Throat removed Mouth sown shut. Never to taste blood, meat, water. Eyes of crystal clear glass Darker than the blackest night. Ever open Staring into your soul. Soaking up all that you are, all that you have bean. And there's nothing you can do about it. Because you are A fuzzy wuzzy Teddy bear.