I like to write poetry as a hobby, but I don't usually get much feedback. Hopefully it's at least decent, lol.

Fear

What can you do?
What bothers you?
It’s what’s left
As you’re turning blue

It’s what you find
It’s what you bind
The deeds to which
You’re intertwined

Did you have fun?
Or use a gun
Does it haunt you?
What you have done?

Or did you fail
To go set sail
And now the thoughts
Render you pale

Did you stand by
Watch someone die
When you could have saved them
By reply

And do your dreams
Rip at your seams
Are you left there
To hear the screams

And have you grown
To finally own
That the voice that’s crying out’s
Your own

And in despair
You find it fair
Although the shame
You cannot bear

It’s in your head
You aren’t dead
But karma’s coming
So you dread

Your mind will swerve
On your last nerve
You think of things
You might deserve

And not with mirth
You judge your worth
And what good you see
Is judged in dearth

Did you not love?
Hide prints with gloves
Do you know what you’re
Capable of?

Do memories haunt
Does your past daunt
Do they wear you down
Leave you gaunt

Your heart was burned
And you were spurned
Wondering why leaves
Your stomach turned

Or did you kill
All of their will
Sucking them dry
‘Till they were still

What you don’t know
Or cannot show
What frightens most is
What’s down below

It’s what you hide
Cover with pride
The biggest horror’s
Deep inside

In what you do
Through old and new
You’re biggest fear
Is always you

I witnessed the construction of hell

It was not for naught

I tried, they just don't listen

Unlawfull cops

Of three forces

I was just enjoying coffee

Unresolved boogy man issues have they

That is our brother Dawnie  the morning star

Remember him from the farm

Hell his jurisdiction, the Demons there they work for him

Why call myself Jesus, they just nailed me to a cross

For this heaven here on earth

Our father to me he spoke

You know the UNKNOWABLE MIND OF ALL things

His patience has expired

It is in his hands not mine

A puppet like you

Stay neutral, live in illusion I call it delusion

I wish I was wrong

Make no mistake it is out of our hands

This planet in his hand

I feel safe don't you?




Daniel  just a minor prophet  today is V day

Victory day for the just This 8th of June 2009

I like that one a lot.

You seem to write a lot of good things. Any tips? I have a few, but no real direction, I don't think.



This one's "I'd Like To Watch"

I’d like to watch you
As the pain fills your eyes
And I’d like to watch
As each bit of you dies

I’d like to see you
As the world closes in
I’d like to see you
Thrown like trash in a bin

I’d love to witness
Your world fill with strife
And I’d love to witness
Horrors fill your life

I’d love to observe
Ground away your last nerve
I’d love to observe
You get all you deserve

I’d love to look on
As your past comes to haunt
I’d love to look on
As you turn splendidly gaunt

I desire to focus on
Your face as you finally take a fall
I desire to focus on
You knowing no one will answer your call

It’d be ecstasy to take in
You forced undignified before me in a kneel
It’d be ecstasy to take in
You feeling what you made your victims feel

All of these things I know you did earn
To see you reap your punishment's for what I yearn
Any success you have makes my stomach turn
My dream is simple: I’d like to watch you burn

you assume much little one

my father turned off the valve and entered my being

if anyone is to fall

it is the wicked not me

it is fathers way    period

I just a minor prophet

a sleeper

50 years to flower the Ganesh in me


Daniel  aka unknown poet