Running through the darkness, Trying to find some light. Afraid to look behind, Scared of what I’ve left, There’s something back there, That I have
Category: Poetry
You tell me now that you feel that you just can’t go on That every time you try to reason out the why Nothing seems
Foster the idea of manipulation Turning men into pawns Bowing to a will not their own Blinded by the nymph of manipulation Following it into
A hero with a thousand faces Is he a hero at all He comes to you one way And leaves another Is he a hero
*Note: this poem was done from the Arabian Horse world magazine about this horse and a real boy named PJ. P.J. an autistic child With
The music starts the motion The tune sets the mood The plot makes the scene Characters add the action And now the play begins. One
Time ticks by ever so slowly Only a minute left Bodies tense ready to run With forty seconds left Eyes twitch nervously With thirty seconds
Lying on the edge of inhumanity I seek revenge of whats been done to me No one shall rest No one shall wake Until revenge
The pain so deep So hard to forget It’s hard to trust another. Not one man has stayed for long In my trusting soul. So