Used to be poem

I used to be a silver platter
serving anyone who rang.
But now I am
the tarnished platter

replaced for the gorgeous.

Painful Anger

Anger coursing through his veins.
Belittling all of his
Closest friends.
Destroying all objects in his mind.
Ever pushing
Forgetting to
Grasp the bonds to which
He is held.
Information flutters in his skull but he
Just ignores it.
Killing and suppressing
Lovely thoughts of peace
Menacingly he starts to calm

Now he starts to think
On the horrible things that will
Protrude in his life if he continues.
Quietly he
Refocuses his thoughts.
Starting with the happy things.
Tony, he starts to hear.
Understanding that the
Vile pain will return
When he lets them in, but they break in with their mental
X-ray vision. They know
You best after all. The

Zoo of my mind calms. It’ll be alright.

Battle

Their now silent bodies surround me
Covered with that lovely crimson color
Their battle cries still ringing in my head
Drowning out our glorious victory tune
We had conquered
They had lost
Its just paint ball
But I am the victor nonetheless

Pain

What is this feeling?
This is Pain.

Why do I feel so bad?
This really makes me mad.
This is pain.

What can cause this?
This witch ruins bliss.
This feeling I will not miss.
This is pain.

Who can be this cruel?
Too use this as a tool.
Who believes this is cool?
Could this be school?
This is pain.

What is this feeling?

This is pain.

Wrong

They ask me what’s wrong.
They can’t understand.
So they just ask me to join their throng.

My life is like the hand
that is being whipped.
Or the drummer without his band.

My focus is chipped.
And like a windshield of a car.
It needs to be fixed.

You now you seem so far
away that
your words no longer scar.

You yet to understand.
The problems of life are crammed.

Torture Sonnet

They ask me who I work for.
I tell them I don’t know what their talking about.
They open the door.
I remain stout.

After the whip.
Where they take my blood.
They take me for a dip.
They dropped me to the bottom mud.

They laugh as I gasp.
I still won’t talk.
My voice is getting rasp.
They take me for a walk.

That maiden is mad.
She takes innocence and isn’t sad.