Poem #10 - "A turn of events"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

I found this poem in my drawer a couple of weeks ago, and it looks like (based on my hand writing, damn it was terrible back then!) that it is about a couple of years old. 
Today is my 10th poem posted on this blog! So hurray for me or something like that! I plan on posting A LOT more in the future, so keep on reading, commenting and being the awesome people you guys are! You really keep up my writing, and inspire me to continue unfolding my inner poet!

"A turn of events" 

The time we laughed has discontinued.
I wont forget, when it all fell to pieces.
The river raged on for years, but the
waterfall of  kept it from running away
deep into the forest.
Cold and lonely the cliff stands alone
forgotten, hidden, buried.

The naked rock is hidden by layers of
hate and despair
School and education stands in our way
for our spiritual shamanistic dance.
We must feed the machine
keep it running on the tracks of the
deep, blue, cold and unforgiving ocean.

The time laughed has discontinued
I wont forget.

Poem #7 - "Little snowball (hate)"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

New question for you!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This was a piece written a month or so ago, which I brought into an online workshop to work it through. After I had improved it, I got banned from the site for no reason at all, goodbye stupid poetry site! After that I changed it back to the original form, as they changed the original meaning, from making it be about a feeling of hating getting bigger, to a little sweet poem of life. So here is the original poem, about hate, and not about life as a whole, enjoy!

"Little snowball (hate)" 

Little snowball.

I mourn throughout the journey,

look back

and fall into a pit of dispair

Medium snowball.

Voices get louder, angrier.

I fail being an actor,

-tripping over words as I speak

Bigger snowball.

Rolling down a hill I grow.

I grow bigger with my surroundings,

negative energy is what I feed on.

Biggest snowball.

It's approaching town fast.

Children hiding and adults scream.

No one can help you when it hits.

                                                 Death

such a cool relief to my burning sore.

Poem #4 - "Loss"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

This was written recently, not many weeks ago when i got into poetry again after a small break.

"Loss" 

Fly on the wall

You saw who did this

Speak up!

Do not feed me with your

Spoon of hate

Plastic-like words is being

Forced through my ears

The sound of an innocent minds death

A mother is crying over her child's loss

Don't fly away

I'm not done with you

Let me torture you

For your evil doings

You've come of age at a strange time

Green blood fills the perimeter

Pigs squealing and children crying

A horse has gone mad

A girl is mad.

              sad

               ..glad?

The scent of evil annoys me

I've given up on honesty

Poem #3 - "Sometimes"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

The startup of this blog is a bit slow, but what can you say, it's only the third post i make, so i'll just keep the former question as the main one untill it takes off!

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

This poem/song was written when i was in a band where i played the leadguitarist. I was the only one writing songs for the band, and i wrote songs almost daily, but this one went unfinished, and became a kind of poem. Enjoy!

"Sometimes" 

Sometimes i just don't feel like living, this thing

Sometimes i just feel like killing, these things

Sometimes i really don't feel love anymore

Sometimes i feel that this is 

A bore

A sore

A lore

No more.

Come with me on a trip of realization

Come with me to the nearest civilization

Sometimes i just feel like starting a riot

A riot that will start burning the liars

The liars that destroyed a being of me

Will someone please help me

Through insanity

Of me

Be me

Papi

Insanity

Of me

Stop.