My Poems.

[Sneaky Bastard]

These are some of my poems I have written in a long while. Mainly while I was bored.
I take credit for all of 'em.

The Fiery Inferno

A melodious tune,
A tune of great sound,
Turn to dust,
For the tune of evil,
a tune of lust, greed, and hate,
A tune from your heart
You're black heart,
Sown down by hate,
Beating heavily in your chest,
Pumping hatred through your body,
It exfoliates with this tune,
Drawing color from the world.
What have you become.
You become one of them,
A bringer of evil,
What you represent,
Deep within you,
Is nothing more than death.
You bring ignorance to this world,
A world so innocent and peaceful.
Yet you infect it.
You tear it down
Brick by brick,
Stone by stone.
I leave you be,
There is nothing I can do.
Good bye good world,
The end is too near for you.
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The Fire Within Your Heart

A lonely beat,
Still in the darkness,
No life within it,
A heart so bleak,
Yet there is a glow
A glow so powerful,
so rich, and great.
It cuts through the dark,
And lights up the heavens.
It brings up glory and fame.
The power of this light,
This unknown savior.
It came from you,
And only you,
Yet you infected it.
You gave it an infectious disease.
All the bleak hearts around it,
So dull and lifeless.
They sprung to life,
Like machinery in a factory.
They too produced this glow,
They made so much,
Far too much.
A dark world became lit up.
A glow so bright,
It blinded those from beyond.
They fell to the Light,
The Light from your heart.
They too became infected,
Producing this murderous glow.
The glow that could break worlds.
And you are the cause.
You ended the life of thousands.
And yet you stood there,
You ended it all,
The dark, dull wasteland.'
I hope you are happy,
Living a life you can't see.
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The Piper had No More Road to Pipe

I bid you a welcome, and a bid you a great day. Your response is my emotion, fear, and joy. The pipe you possess brings emotion beyond anything you could imagine, yet you stole the children from the town. You burned the town to the ground, piping a tune of great evil as men and women both died. You piped the magical tunes that made the children march into the inferno, you became the devil yourself. You forced the birds to destroy their nests, kill their mates, and kill one another. You made chaos that no one could comprehend. Your hate flowed through you in such haste, that the world became devoid of life. Yet you saved my life, and I return the favor, by taking your only object of value, your life. I am your greatest enemy. I am worse than death itself. I am nothingness.

[Russian Sniper]

Nice poems, no offense intended but i really dont like poetry, even though music is poetry it has like a beat to it and stuff.... but nice job

[Sneaky Bastard]

Believe me, I have seen more than enough people hate poetry. But once you start reading it, the kind that you actually like, and not some crap schools make you read, its alright.

[Yakul]

3 words
Bravo my friend

[shadowofdeath]

ummm is it just me or are most poems this dark? no offense they very good

[Shankles]

ummm is it just me or are most poems this dark? no offense they very good

I thought so...

[Sneaky Bastard]

It was during a time of somewhat depressing matters. And they are dark, its more of my writing style.

[shadowofdeath]

i think sneaky needs a hug......wheres michael jackson when ya need him lol

[Sneaky Bastard]

I killed him.

[shadowofdeath]

ok we'll find ya a catholic priest. YOU WILL GETS TEH HUGS!!

[Sneaky Bastard]

Oh god. Must find the child of the Omen!

[shadowofdeath]

u cant escape it. just accept ur hug and deal with it

[Shankles]

i think sneaky needs a hug......wheres michael jackson when ya need him lol

In court, jail, or molesting children......

[Sneaky Bastard]

I found the child of the Omen! Now to commence the impaling of Priest!

[shadowofdeath]

muahaha wat u dont realize is the child of omen is the one whos gonna give u a hug