when roses bleed and monsters cry

tears can't be found anymore
pain turned numb
anger builds up
memories can kill
problems of every sort
roses like blood in the moonlight
thorns like daggers that don't make a difference
the only ones who deserve to cry are the monsters most fear
they all shed tears....
they all need more,
but they'll never admit it
they'll never try to find it....
inbetween shadows dont harbor fear,
and darkness is a friend,
to those who don't look for light,
but for what is missing....
night holds secrets
it holds promises....
that ones hidden in the shadows and the darkness,
have a chance to look for what leaves them when the sun rises

Nice poem. ^.^
Very true too.

thanks

ohh i like this =DD kudos!!! =D

Really amazing imagery, since reading it, I felt to write....hmm...

glad u ppl like it......

this is great hehe

puppet and master

back and forth,
tears and smiles,
pasts and present..
all collide.
to laugh,
to tremble...
feel like a puppet,
trying to find the true master...
"i'm broken" calls the puppet..
"won't you fix me? ..please... master, please..",
the little doll cries..
a beautiful piece of work the little puppet is..
sometimes hard to control..
but if you have heart,
you will master the little doll...
dry the water from the puppets face,
seal the fissure in the dolls chest..
caress the little face,
and smile..
the little doll will smile back,
she will do as master says..
but only if she can find him,
a master to fix her,
a kind puppeteer...
who will let her have her fun..
and smile as he makes her spin,
laugh,
smile...
"please master.. find me.."
the little doll is still crying..