My family is very gifted artistically mainly with words. I myself am a writer. I've written a few poems over the years as well. I'm not the poet in the family my cousin Aubrey is I write stories. I could write a story so convincing I could put an innocent man to death row, lol not really. I'm making this thread to post my stories and poems I'll be updating it fairly regularly. If you like my work leave me a comment hell leave me one if you hate it. If you really like my stuff leave me a kudos


Here's my post Sanctuary of Shadows

Lies and deceit

Rage and pain

Demons from within

Pull you under

Fractured memories of a fractured mind

A sanctuary hidden in shadows

A paradise of serenity

A place were you can hide from yourself

Were you can hide from your inner demons

A hidden blessing

Hidden in yourself

My sanctuary

Hidden in shadows

Here's post 2

The Truth?

What can't lie?

Does death tell the truth?

Or does it just make more questions?

Does life tell the truth?

Or does it make you question yourself?

Does a drunk tell the truth?

Or do they just tell what their thinking?

How about a bullet?or music?Books?

No they all lie too

The law lies, your family ,your friend,your oun thoughts and soul

can and will lie to you.

If no one and nothing tells the truth then what can't lie?

The only thing that can't lie is time.

More comming tomarrow

I like!

Post number 3 one of my favorites.

Heroes

What is a hero?
Is it someone you follow?
or look up to?
Does a hero lead you to salvation?
or can they lead you to destruction?
If you follow are you weak?
or does it take more strength to follow?
to devote yourself to a cause you don't understand.
Do the powerless have power? Do the powerful have anything?
Or is power just an illusion man uses to measure their worth?
can you have nothing and still have more power than someone with everything?
Can you have everything and still have nothing?

I read this at my highschool graduation a lot of people loved it.
I'm glad you like them Dezi more are comming.

The last one shows true dilemma. It asks many questions but leaves the answers up to the reader.
Very nice!

I wrote that freshman year of high school for an English class. Took me about 10 minutes to think up and write. My teacher thought it was good but gave me a C only because it of how little time it took to write it. I was so pissed I wrote a 4 page essay about how I thought her grading methods were complete bullsh*t. She gave the essay a B My most current writing I'm doing is an essay about how certain gun control laws should be lifted. Specifically how the age limit for carrying a handgun should be reduced from 21 to 18. It's a cause I do actually believe in but I'm writing it for selfish reasons I'm basing a large ammount of my arguement on how when Austrailia increased their gun control laws their crime rate shot up 70%. It's getting pretty time consuming and I've had little time for fun or poetry. Hell I don't even think it'll make a difference but to me it's worth trying.

Found a little sucker hidden in the back on one of my journals this one is

Meet the monster

I feel the evil from within.
Clawing at the back of my mind.
I hold in my urges.
I suppress the demon.
I look in the mirror.
I see what lies ahead.
I drop to my knees.
I lose my control.
A scream echoes in my head.
My ears are bleeding terror.
It’s time you met the monster.
It’s time you met my vengeance.

This poem unlike my others is about something specific try to figure what the monster is. This is also a slightly modified version. I modified it so it doesn't scream what it's about.
I'm sure people have noticed my sig has changed again. I sometimes like to take lyrics I think describe me and I can't believe I forgot about this song. This WILL be a permanent part of my sig. I modified one word in the lyrics. The song is What it's like by everlast. If you're reading this listen to the song you will love it. Lyrics here http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Wha...82568BD0024BCEB video posted right here.
Warning video does have some cussing click play at your own discresion.

very cool stuff.

Revised version of meet the monster

Meet the monster

I feel the evil from within.
Clawing at the back of my mind.
I hold in my urges.
I suppress the demon.
I look in the mirror.
I see what lies ahead.
I drop to my knees.
I lose my control.
A scream echoes in my head.
My ears are bleeding terror.
It’s time you met the monster.
It’s time you met the addiction.

Well there you go.

We all have our own private monsters to deal with. Its only when we refuse to face them,or let them control our lives that we are truely helpless!

My monster is my intense rage and how easy it is to prevoke it. Luckily I got over my drug addiction years ago I dedicated this to my father. I feel a sense of pride over this poem. My father said this was his biggest motivation when he quit coke.

rage....i know how it feels. i LOVE your poems. who knows, you might be the second edgar allan poe
(the only reason i could spell his name is i have one of his books by my computer. for when my games are loading. almost done with the tell-tale heart

The Valley
I once flew on the wings of despair. Soaring through my broken dreams.
I once walked through the valley of despair. Drowning in my own sorrows.
The ice on my heart numbing the hate. The stone walls trapping the sadness.
Stoic I stood watching my life from the outside. Hell felt like home, home was an empty memory.
My sanctuary hidden by shadow. It's path darkened and blacked out.
You found me in the valley, broken and defeated. Battered and bruised.
You took my wings from me. You gave me hope. You gave me new wings.
You shone like a light. You made the darkness vanish.
You carried me when I couldn't walk. You spoke for me when I was mute.
You were my eyes when I was blind. My ears when I was deaf
You brought me the fire. you brought me the hammer.
I let go of my hate, my sadness, my pain, and my apathy.
You left faster than you came but left an everlasting memory.
I now soar on the wings of hope. High above the valley.
I take my armor off to you and lay down my sword.
Here I lay in the new valley, the valley of hope. Protected by my memory.
Forever walk in the valley.

Ah hah I knew this was somewhere and I found it. Thank you for your compliment reaper but I doubt I'll be the next Poe. I like writing but poetry isn't my forte I like writing stories.

your a great poet blacksnake nice work

Col John Sheppard

I haven't realy named this one yet.

I am the shadow that hides the light.
I am the broken sign that leads you down the field of strife.
I am the dark cloud that blocks out the sun.
I am the pain you feel when you should love.
I am the blood that runs down your arm.
I am the cold you feel on a warm night.
I am the dark corners of your mind.
I am the emptiness in your life.
I am the death of everything.

I'm not quite sure what direction this was intended but I think this might become a quote for one of my evil characters. Possibly Detias maybe Daemon.

*gasp* Oh my god you forgot to capitalize the B..YOU FORGOT TO CAPITALIZE THE B GATDANGINT!!! You're dead to me Sheppard DEAD!! nah just kidding.

Guess what biatches? New poem (and a slightly different more Blacksnakish attitude).

Iconoclast
I am the iconoclast
I break down your beliefs.
I do it for fun.
I do it for money.
I do it for twisted pleasure.
I do it because I love to watch you squirm.
I do it because I'm just plain malicious.
Or am I?
No I do it to open your eye's.
I do it to carry you from your blind path.
I do it to strengthen you.
to bring you from the darkness to see the light.
I do it out of kindness.
I do it for karma.
I do it to because it's my contribution to the world.
I am the Iconoclast.

I got more poems simmilar to this one comming soon hopefully.

Got a new one in a series of personality poems.

Instigator
I am the instigator.
I am an agent of chaos.
I prey on the weak minded.
I spread discord and hate.
My deeds can bring nations to their knees.
I love to create problems.
I love to watch you anger.
I love to watch things die.
I am the instigator.