Passion

Howling


Cry with the wolves,

And watch the devils play,

With advantageous eyes,

On the souls of men.







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Every Day Again

Every day I write again and again

and again, until my eyes tire or

the sandman steals my dreams;


In reality I am the sandman

borrowing dreams from reality,

sleeping with the enemy. Death

smells like fresh rosaries early in

the morning.


Every day I write again and again

and again, like I've told you

before, yet some only act like

they listen and continue to

question my passion for writing,

my love for poetry, and the

feeling I get behind the

microphone when the word is

spoken.


Many poets are called, but only

a few destiny chose to make a

mark, take a stand and proclaim

our name;


I am Sergio Valencia a Fresno

poet, like Hernandez, Medrano,

Medina they came before and

paved the way for Dominquez,

Jasso, Zenz, and I to take pride

in our gift and share with the

world. A talent many posses,

but never flourish.


Every day day I write again and

again and again I will tell you this

is all I know. I write explicitly, I

write rants, I write criticism,

bluntly rude to get a point across,

don't expect less from the

Soulcriticpoet.


I own my worth, and value the

soul of mankind enough to

critique it.


Every day I write again and again

and again, because if I didn't I

would probably seek and destroy t

hose who offend me, kill or be

killed mentality...yet the offensive

inspire me to be free and bleed my

rage on empty pages becoming

masterpieces of poetry.


I am offensive by nature, defensive

by culture. I also write about love

and pain felt by others, mothers and

fathers, brothers and sisters yours

and mine, political views, religious

lies, short stories, and more; the

audience chooses to focus on my

dark side.


Grumpy or Cranky is what some

have labeled me, to them I will say...

I better not!


Today I will continue writing like

yesterday, tomorrow like today, and

when I die I said it before from my

grave.


Every day I will write again and again

and again till death do us apart!

Any questions?? Keep them to yourself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think this explains my point! I write for the passion not mention of name!

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An Expression Of Love

I am gravely sorry
That you hold pain within you.

 

We share love,

Whether you choose to accept it
In your reality or not.

 

I am empathetic towards your pain.

 

I am not a psychiatrist.
I am not a psychologist.
I do not know how to control your delusions,
Only you know how to do that.

 

I do know this.

When you can clearly see,
That keeping your mouth shut,
Instead of opening it,
Is hurting far more people
Than it is helping...

 

...it's time to open your damn mouth.

 

 

05/19/2013 10:04 AM ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We all choose our delusions in life.

Desire

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Protection

I sat alone in the corner

The room around me was dark

Then you came and I saw your face

And behold there was a spark

A flame which flickered shyly

Afraid to cast a glow

But as you came to know me

The light began to show

It chased away the shadows

It danced upon my face

It turned my hole of solitude

Into a happy place

When you put your arm around me

It was like the thaw of spring

And the coldness slowly melted

As my heart began to sing

But soon the growing fondness

Turned into desire

And the spark that once had been so small

Became a raging fire

Now the flames grow ever higher

I think we’ve lost control

My body burns as the once small spark

Eats away my soul

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Every Day...to continue

"I write poems every day,

because I'm a poet.


I write poems every day;

because that's the best way

I know to express myself.


Every day I write a poem I

get better at what I own;

the passion for the spoken

word.


I don't have to write a poem

every day, but I chose too.

Not many of you will

understand the why? Only

creative minds like mine

understand the why?


We were poets before our

time, chosen before birth to

narrate life as we see it,

share feelings many keep

inside, share ideas and views

some consider bias.


For they say artists have a

troubled past they carry; I use

it today to inspire me, and

remind never to look back.


Although, at times I wonder

what will be of me if I wasn't

a poet?"


....To Be Continued

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I would be dead already!!!

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Undertow

Tonight's the Em night

G Got nowhere to D go 

C Gonna do it Em right 

G Like Usher take it nice and D slow

 

C They were drowning in a sea of Em lust

G Barely made it to the D surface 

C Swept up like a pile of Em dust 

G As if they had no D purpose 

 

G Skin on Cadd9 skin  

G A tender touch D A gentle caress 

G Livin' in Em sin

Cadd9 No longer feel the Em emptiness 

G A pleasurable warmth spread from their Cadd9 head to their toes

Em The only barrier between them now Cadd9 being their clothes

G No rules tonight D just go with the flow 

Em As we get swept up in the Cadd9 undertow

 

C When their bodies touched they finally Em connected 

G They lose themselves in a D tender loving kiss 

C They took pleasure in things Em unexpected 

G As they float on a cloud of D ecstasy and bliss

 

C Can feel a buildup of Em desire 

G Who knew life could be so D sweet 

C As you start to Em perspire 

G I can feel your body D heat

 

G Skin on Cadd9 skin  

G A tender touch D A gentle caress 

G Livin' in Em sin

Cadd9 No longer feel the Em emptiness 

G A broken gift you can't return Cadd9 don't know what to do well baby you'll learn

Em Are you ready for this well only if you're sure Cadd9 just make sure you're love is pure

G No rules tonight D just go with the flow 

Em As we get swept up in the Cadd9 undertow

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a little somethin' I wrote cause hey everybody needs a love song right?! lol

(Btw those random letters you see throughout the song are just guitar chords.) :-) ♡♥♡♥ :D 

Not The Alarm

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The Drabble Ditch

Everyone would be happy to drown in hot waves

That flood our kingdom

But our palace doesn't crumble.

It elevates us.

 

I wouldn't mind your type of wine sloshing in my brain

And numbing the tendrils of my sea creature heart

So that I may welcome suffocation

And would beg to be engulfed

 

It's a rodent you smash with your fist

And a shuddersome itch I shake from my arm.

Hours in our paradise poisons the spring

and I jump from a ledge at your command.

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"Nightfall Burns Quiet"

The waves of magnolias bear no comparison to the complexity of your eyes, 
Your hair of velvet flowing in the wind like a thousand silent seas. 
As nightfall burns like quiet embers, the stars stare at us through evergreens. 
Compassion so fortifying, so vital, it writes perfection in the skies. 

The way the evergreens encase us in a gridlock of astounding silence, 
Forces you to pull me tighter, ever so near. 
I assure you, my love, there’s no need to worry, nothing to fear. 
You’re here with me, under a billion sleeping diamonds. 

Your skin reflects the moonbeams as the stars paint this charcoal night. 
Your perplexing beauty in the radiation makes me fall in love more and more. 
I’m silent, your innocence igniting my core.
I want to soar above empires, you and I in a weightless flight. 
  
If the skies fall, crashing down like a heavy snow, 
I would press my head to your chest, listening to your heart’s slow, calculated beat. 
Death can approach with an army, an infinite force, an incalculable fleet, 
But I'm here with you, under a flourescent, midnight glow. 

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broken beyond repair

broken needing help

i faint i fall

crying, dieing

heart snatched Ripped from my body

u dont tell me sooner than what you did

you lied to me i forgave you you begged me not to leave you

i stayed all for what you to leave me

i stood by you i wanted to stay by you forever

You begged me to stay with you forever..

this wa only 2 days ago ... feelings fades within 2 days

and you break up with me .. with no second chance

i gave u chances ...

you cant give me another

i can change who i am ...

i wouldnt of cared what people thought

but that times gone

my chances gone

your gone

myself im alone frustrated

hurt suffering

this inferier pain

and yet im broken beyound repair

Author's Notes/Comments: 

broken :'(

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