STILL SCARED (poem)

I'll never tell you about all the lies
The deceitful things
The torments and cries
It will never compare 
To the time I've spent in vain
Waiting on someone 
That has never explained
And probably never ever will
Why they did what they did
Why the found love and thrills
Out of breaking the bonds 
That are held so sacred by most
Why it was only the immature gestures
About which they would boast
Every night I was lonely
Thinking they truly did care
Everyday I spent wondering
Just why they weren't there
Being sick to the stomach 
Of worries of death
If just one more bottle was broken
If just one closer inch to my head
I am sure in an instance 
I would've wound up dead
Still being afraid to let go
In case they ever do again resurrect
I cross my fingers n heart
Tending to knock on wood 
Even as i say these things
Not naturally superstitious 
Though just in case they were right
I will never kill a cricket 
Or place my hat on a bed

By Fancy Khaos

PERCHING AROUND A CORNER

Sitting in a cold damp cage 
Too small for comforts woe 
I lay doing all I can to keep holding on 
At least 'till morning

Some twat on TV 
Blurted it out: 
Yesterday is always
The most depressing day of the year

Broken wings maintain me
Down on rocky ground,
Far below the clear blue skies
I wish to soar,

Screaming revolt for a wine debauchery,
Social adultery, a mid-youth cemetery
Quiet races for flags of gold and red and cobalt blue,
Acknowledgement to the masses.

Am I alive or am I dead
My greatest regrets
Repeating in my head.
Felling so empty and cold,

In this dark, lonely room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark, depressing poems,
Hoping you won’t catch a sight;

TO REMAIN UNTITLED

I’ve been trying to conjure up something

That doesn’t sound too mean

That doesn’t sound too hostile

Or look way too obscene

I want to gain the privilege

Of succeeding well beyond

Any passing judgement

And being more than just some scum

No one’s told me how to do it

I’ve had to learn while on the run

I have these terrors chasing me

Eyeing me through the scope

Readying to pull the trigger

Waiting to beat me to a pulp

One second can be to late

I’ll never make it to my home

I’ll never get another chance

Of showing all that I am good

The only amendments sought

Are the only ones I haven’t got

A time releasing capsule

Might just do the trick

Taking one or two day

Could make things move along

I could gain all that I seek

Maybe really fast and cheap

That’s exactly how it’s always been
We live to suffer while faking a grin
No one to bring pleasure to help us cope
Sometimes people are wacked when they think they are dope
Half can’t be trusted, the rest are insane
All of them should just be flushed down the drain
Not needing to call on others for a helping hand
They’ll just wear you out when you need one to understand

A FOREVER DREAMLAND

When I first met you; I was sure we had met before.

I had seen you a million times in my dreams

Every time I saw you I’d tell you my secrets

About how I never wanted to love again

I’d fall in love with you as soon as I’d begin

You’d listen to me; I bet you’d think my ramblings would never end

My heart would start to race; my frown would shift into a grin

Who would have thought we’d be more than friends?

Over a period of time I got to know the real you

All my worries are now in the past

Your smile is like a new day

Joyous carefree and taking me away

You give the sweetest hugs every time you embrace me

Someone so caring and gentle with a heart so true

You’ve survived life with hurt and loneliness by your side.

Your sense of humor is like no other

I told you I’d never leave because of the feelings I have inside.

The ability you have to make me smile

Your laugh is so soft and sweet

I know you like no one I have ever known.

Just looking in your eyes makes me melt inside

And sometimes I wonder what I’d do if I lost you.

Your lips look so soft; soft enough to kiss

If it’s not meant to be, time will remove all guards.

You, yourself relieve me from all pain; your hands are as soft as pillows

I love the way we are together; Meeting you has changed my life

The way you comfort me is amazing; I am never letting you go.

Every time we say good-bye I start to cry

Remember me always and I will never forget you.

We’ve said our good-byes in plenty; too many times

Always think of me and you.

For the time has come, I have to leave you

I’m even too tired to say I love you

Those 3 little words; meaningless all alone

For the love I’ve shown you I’m certain you’ll know

Please take care of my love, I’ll do the same

Off to sleep I must go; a forever dreamland 

SPILLED MILK GOES GOOD

He can still see her smile every time he thinks of her. The way she bit the bottom of her lip on one side as if she had some conscience thought that she was anything but perfection.
The blood; so much blood. It took away from his excitement and comfort of their four bedroom house.

She was perfect for him. With her every breath he felt himself exhaling, when she exhaled, he'd find himself inhaling. 

They were each other's bookend. They completed the shelve and complimented the literature between them. Who could ask for anything more? 

Their children were of immaculate beauty. Her eyes, his strength and their loving ways combined into one magnificent creation. 

He shivered when he remember the night. The night the milk had gone sour. He had just arrived home from his boring flight thirsting for knowledge and tenderness. 

Oh, such a beautiful house it was. 10 acres of wilderness as wild as they were. Hunter green and fire red as autumn slowly approached. 

Not being able to shake the sight from his mind, he stumbles along.

The leaves he glanced to look at were of a deep red, reminding him again of all the blood.
Going nowhere particular, for it wouldn't matter now. The only love he's know is gone and somehow so are their children.
How could this happen? They believed in good morals. They worshipped the planet and everything in it.

"We were good people, damn it," he yelled as he trudged further into the wilderness.
Just then he shoved his hands into his pockets and felt something like a glossy piece of paper. A picture of all the family together sitting around a campfire just a few metre away from where he stood.
Oh no, the ground... where's the ground? He couldn't feel the ground.

"I took a step to far. I should have been paying attention. Where am I?" he yelled, as he slowly descended into what appeared to be a great canyon.

Tending to people's needs that they didn't know and may never see them again. 

"I don't know what I'm suppose to do to make this better, to bring them back. How to I see my family again if I can't do magic?" 

As it grew darker, the further he fell, he heard his name being called.

"Who? Who is that?" he stuttered.

"It me, of course," said the familiar voice in an inquiring way. "What's with you? Why are you laying there with the fridge wide open? You even managed to spill the milk."

That voice got him bolting upwards. "You're alive! Thank goodness you're alive."

He now realized the combination of being exhausted and the smell of sour milk knocked him out cold in front of the refrigerator .

"What a way to wake up," he thought. "The most delightful wake up call of my life. Spilled milk and all."

BLACK ROSES & HEARTS ON FIRE

A voice in the dark sounds of heartache aflame 


And memories as hoarse as black roses 


The strangling sourness of fear and of pain 


With the blinding aroma of choices 


In a complete room surrounded alone 


Grabbed by a glimmer of lights 


Risking pleasurable stabbings at home 

With the glamour cuts of the knife

Reciting the moves being bent like the stairs

Of having the unknown friends take ahold

The comforting beasts was intolerant of cares

If not for the devil, my soul they would've also sold

Comprehend things so to undertand

Reach for every desire

I still prefer to have black roses in hand

And my broken heart on fire

MURDEROUS EMOTION

Soundless noise in the light. 

Around every corner, a pair of drifting eyes. 

Speaking many different tongue, but I listen for just one. 

Daring the speaker to unmute, using every possible tool. 

No words have been heard. 

No distance unyearned. 

As for mistakes, only uneducated time is lost. 

The darkness creeps up. 

Still love will not talk. 

Why must it shut me out? 

I felt ever breath, each warm kiss and embrace. 

Why won't it just open up? 

Staring through the windows to love's soul. 

Looking for gold, or riches of any hue. 

Jumping back upon approach.

For now I know what not it told. 

Startling discoveries must be kept silent. 

I will tell you this, love won't be amiss. 

If out to find it, you'll need to be equipped. 

A sword, a shield, a suit of armour, a  rifle, a knife or a bomb. 

For the target is you and at the sounded blast,

A cherry bomb, it will rip straight apart your heart. 

Rip right straight through and through.