my poems...will post periodicly

[Rayne Blood Rose]

you should like publish this stufff its very good

i love them all.

[Joker Rose]

sorry for not posting...ive been busy


"shells"

life is a steam roller
waiting to crush you
this is what ive been told
something keeping you
in one still spot
as you feel the rollers metal cold
borken bones
as well as pain
but this is consices ness at its best
the red pill or the blue pill?
how do you know
witch is best?
dont die on the back seat
of lifes red chevorlay
is it best to run?
or would you rather stay?
twice 2 is 4
is that thre truth?
if so than were is free will?
are you an equasion from ones booth?
are we all just numbers
piled into  preexzistance?
or are we just random drones
if so than weres the point in exzistance
these are the real questions
we shold think everyday
are we empty shells
of this ugly socioty?

Joker Rose

~enjoy...its bad~

[Dr. Strange]

no its not, its BEAUTIFUL!!!
*drools*
see, its very good. much gratitude to ya for posting.

[Joker Rose]

im ganna try tonight

"home tonight"

tonight i see the stars
feeling like the first time
tonight i wonder why?
its so hard to make things ryme
tonight i miss you
but yet i dont
i wonder if i ever have
but the lights make it hard to cope
tonight i am empty
but i think i always was
waiting for that wish to come true
but it nev er does
i am by myself tonight
but yet im never alone
alone is just the feeling
i get when i am home

Joker Rose

~enjoy~
i dont like it

[Rayne Blood Rose]

i like it lots daddy

oh i miss you!

[Joker Rose]

im sorry i havent posted guys i do what i can

"train of thought"
I am from death
not the death of me,
but the death of everything around me
I am from the wetness of the rain.
a cold soothing comfort,
a familer friends tear.
I am from the noise.
the LOUD obnoxious traffic,
making it heard or easy to sleep at night.
I am from the darkness of the shadow.
the same shadow  most children,
are forced in to.
Iam from a lost friend.
the moon that lights your way through darkness,
as darkness is the undesierable.
I am fromthe perfection of imperfection.
finding what most  cant see.
I am from the heat of the fire.
the fire that burns to destroy,
yet is vitle to creation.
think,
find your train of thought.

Joker Rose
Posted on: September 20, 2007, 03:49:55 PMsorry for the wait guys dunno ifanyones reading them anoy more or not but hear ya go ill try i have a lot of anger and emotion to deal with right now so im sorry for not being around much'

vain

cold as ice
his nerves are shot
feeling numb
he thinks he will rot
he sees his reflection
it not much at all
he cant see him self
he can stand but will fall
nothing is good enough
for his empty tears
no one cares
as he hides his fears
its so cleche
as one would think
he sits alone
on his brink
almost over
the edge of his sanity
sick of people
and their vanity
y do i put up with this
he says to himself
its always his though
but it stays bottled on the shelf

Joker Rose

~enjoy~

[crazeyfox]

Grats joker wonderfull i love everyone of them they get more and more better Keep it up and i will be in the book store reading yours poems

[Joker Rose]

back by popular demand.....ok i lied


bad dreams

as i lay dieing
with nothing left to do
i think of all the times
ive been betrayed by you
wile i was crying
you wandered my heart
but as you were playing
you were tearing me apart
i feel compleatly worthless
so i wish to take my life
suffering the pain
caused by the blade of the knife
pritty red rain
falls from the neck
i wish it was me
cutting the thred
but now ill wake up
hence that you are dead
later be asleep
and do it all again

Joker Rose
~enjoy~

[Nintai Tamashii]

I love this one Joker, I feel like I can relate to it

[Joker Rose]

im sorry its been a wile hears a new one  enjoy


 "from my eyes" (serial killers side)

I always had the desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me.
I always seemed to enjoy everything that hurt.
The desire to inflict pain, that is all that is important.
None of us are saints.
People don’t know me, they think they do, but they don’t.
When this monster entered my brain-
I will never know, but its here to stay.
How does one cure himself?
I can’t stop it, the monster goes on, hurts me as well as society.
Back to the beginning
We start again
I have killed no one.
I have ordered no one to be killed.
These children who have come to you with their knives,
They are your children.
I didn’t teach them,
You did.
But know this!
you
Look down on me,
You will see a fool.
Look up to me,
You will see your lord.
Look straight at me,
You will see you’re self.
I like to see you suffer.
I mean I am not dangerous now,
but I am not saying I won’t be tomorrow.
You see, total paranoia is just total awareness.
For me,- a corpse has a beauty and dignity witch a living body can never hold,
There is a peace about death that soothes me.
Just know,
A clown can get away with murder.

[crazeyfox]

Wow..Thats really good it expresses alot and shows alot good job..i dont think i can relate..but..who knows i'll read it a fue more times.

[Lupifer]

Registered largely to say I enjoyed these very much. Keep them coming!

[Mr. Meerkat]

i will say great because most people have not done a poem before ( like me but i gave it a go, about meerkats) and i will say they are great

[Furnatic]

Publish them!

[Joker Rose]

sorry im slacking on the poems guys im just really busy with work and such but i will post a few more verry soon...and im iffy about publishing them cause i dont like how i write