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Poems Written By Martin My Poetry Partner

Friend

Deep inside my mind
is an imaginary friend.
a friend who never leaves me,
a friend until the end.

A person who is made of thought,
and thought of now and then.
A friend of friends who loves me,
and loves me to pretend.

When i'm feeling sad and blue,
or when i'm of good cheer.
I never have to worry,
my friend is always near.

So to be alone i'll never be,
i'll never be alone.
Because no matter where i'm at,
my friend is always home.

By Martin


The Winter of my Soul


Ice is forming in my heart.
Blood that once ran fast and free,
now trickles,
through the ice cold arteries of my soul.

I've never known this Winters chill
that fills me to the bone.
Hates cold stare of emptiness.
No life,
No love,
No home.

The Winter of my Soul is grey,
more black than it is white.
Ice now solid in my viens.
In death I will delight.

By Martin

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Poems Written By Me

My Darkest Desires

My dark desires
Of pain and agony
To see him suffer
When he's not by me
To see him cry
And watch him bleed
As I laugh in evil sin
He beaks down in sorrow
Just I can win

My dark desires
Of madness and suffering
To see him in agony
My laughter will sting
To see him in pain
Makes me smile
Evil mind and heart
My eyes stare at him
I will break him a part

My dark desires
Of blood and tears
To see him surrounded by madness
It's me he fears
To se him in blood
Makes me high
It's a thrill
He's glancing behind
And I get my prey, my kill

My dark desires
Scaring him away
All I wanted
Was to be loved
But now I got left
On my own again
And it all strikes back
My desires become my fears

Traveling

I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;

I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;

I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;

I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,

I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,

For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.

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