DeadBeauty• Show poetry

I live in England with my son, who means more to me that life itself I know it probably sounds cliche to say that but to anyone who has children of their own you will understand what I mean.

I don't really think I need to explain myself as anything you want/need to know can be asked. I'm not really one for baring my soul for all to see so I seldom take the first step in introductions.

I have a passion for music and anything that goes with it. A good song can stir emotions, but a great song can change your life.
Where would we be without our imagination.....

Is my past relevant to my works? I'm not sure. It certainly plays a part in my emotions, but in saying that I feel that everything one encounters will have an effect on how you react to the world.

Our works reveal who we are and wish to become... You can be anything if you believe. I believe....


Ladies and Gentlemen Hobo's and Tramps
Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bowlegged ants
I stand here before you too sit down behind you
And tell you something I know absolutely nothing about
One bright morning in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
Two deaf policemen heard that noise
Came and shot them two dead boys
If you do not believe this story is true
Ask the Blind man
He saw it too

~Unknown~



Drowning by the Hundreds

by Dygurl

Sing songs of mystery
singing songs of grace
wishing I could fix this all
wanting to take back all these mistakes

i'm wiping childrens eyes of tears
telling them not to cry
holding them tight to me
scarred from parents saying good bye

shading this world you've made for them
sheltering there eyes
covering their little ears
to protect them from the lies

why have you hurt them
their in torture and dispair
crying nights of misery
they're pulling out their hair

cutting to feel something
trying to get you to care
you keep walking on
no stop no look no stare

help us youth we're dieing
as our roads are left unpaved
not everything just something
all we need is saved

allpoetry.com/Poem/2053364



My Cloaked Angel

My Cloaked Angel is beautiful
She guides me through life
Whenever i feel down or lonely
She makes me feel like laughing

I can never be sad around My Cloaked Angel
She cheers me up no matter what
she comforts me when I'm afraid
and knows when I'm in pain

and now she's bringing into this world
a brand new little life
that little life will cheer me up
just like their mother has done

when My Cloaked Angel moved away
i felt terribly lost
i talk to her now and again
and she will never leave my thoughts

i can never forget that Cloaked Angel of mine
there are so many fond memories
when she's helped me through the bad times
and comforted me through the sad times

she inspired a lot of my poems
some more than others
but i am thankful that she has
always been there for me

My Cloaked Angel!

allpoetry.com/Poem/2051420

(she’s talking about me!!!!)




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