Dredlynn's poetry

The Dinner Table



Sitting at the dinner table

Looking at the one despise

The one I want to kill

Then he looked up from the table

Where his eyes had been intently staring

“So. How was your day, dear,” he asks,

“You seem stressed,

Was it a bad day?”

And I simply replied,

“It was just one of those days.”

And silence fell upon the room yet again

He begins to sip from his glass of red wine

He has no idea of my plan

My plan to get rid of him

He has no idea of the poison I put in his wine

As he begins to sit his glass down

I curiously ask, “How was dinner?”

“It was fine,” he replies,

“The wine tastes a little funny though.”

With a tired look in his eyes

He prepares to head off to bed

“Are you going to bed?” I ask

“Yes,” he answers,

“Are you coming?”

“I’ll be up in a bit,” I reply

He leaves the room

And I begin to laugh uncontrollably

Because this shall be his final sleep

For when morning comes

He will be dead

And my plan a success

“Good night my love,” I said out loud,

“Good night forever.”

Be There



I want to be there when you call,

To catch every tear as they fall.

I pray that we will never part,

For you have my heart.



I pray I am near,

When you face your greatest fear.

No more tears tonight,

It is time you took flight.



The church bell rings,

As you spread your wings.

And flying away with such grace,

Tears stream down my face.



You were always there,

With your love and care.

And I pray that we will never part,

For you have my heart.

Feed My Artistic Needs



When nothing else exists it becomes real:

Drinking the Jonestown Tea for a new life,

Still searching for away to make you feel

But only seeing the edge of a knife;

Trying to feed my artistic need

Feeling the freedom in the way I write

All you need to know is people have believed.

Making you see it’s time for us to fight:

In the words you say and write as real

Making light out of the darkest time for them

The leader of the dead, which you must kneel,

The time has come for us to be a femme,

They see you as the leader of the dead,

And not afraid of anything red.

Star Gazer
Lying in the grass
Of my backyard
Looking up
And gazing
At the stars
Thinking about
How beautiful
This really is
Trying to find
The big dipper
When I saw
A shooting star
I made a wish
And I hope
It will come true
Looking up
And gazing at the stars
Seeing how beautiful
They really are.

just one second away

just one second away from freedom
the knife is at my wrist
and i can't think of any new reasons
why do i remain here
why am i still alive
i should have died
years ago
i never ment to live this long
i'm a waste of time
space
and engery
with one twist of the knife
and it will be all over
never again will you see this face
never again will you hear this voice
the bathroom floor feels so cold
against my flesh
lying in a pool of my own blood
and as i close my eyes for one last time
i see you
i see your face
stained with the tears you have cried
and i begin to regret
what i have done
i wish there was away
to take this all back
all of a sudden
this world doesn't seem so dark
evil
and full of pain and hurt
but the blood i have spilled tonight
can not be taken back
so to save myself
from what i thot
was pain
hurt
and deception
i'm just going to run
run as fast as i can
towards that light
and hope to find peace
because
i'm just one second away from freedom
and there's nothing anybody can do about it
so i guess this is
good bye
GOOD BYE FOREVER.

For all those that have doubted us.
All those that have done us wrong,
Pay for the pain they have caused.
Leave them brused and broken,
Praying for freedom.

sounds liek an real irish:D

not really much people on this site but this song cheered me up so i guess it wasnt for nothing

@Hedgehog: Well we're trying to get more people; we have members : but they don't come around anymore. I don't know why. If you know people; etc.. tell me !

@ Dredlynn: Very beautiful; inspiring piece !

In my point of view, everybody paid for they freedom; and struggled to keep it. And no people is better than the other ! Everybody's equal, but since humans are not perfect, well, they invented the biggest mistake of all : society!

I merged them in one topic; to save space. I find it's easier to find a specific piece of work that way !

The Bastard

I told you I was pathetic
Now didn’t I
Seeing me in a whole different light
Makes you realize I was right
Every negative thing I’ve said
Seems so true in the end
So I just stand here
With my finger on the trigger
Waiting for the right moment
To set fire
To these deceitful desires
Never thought I would turn out like this
A selfish bastard bent on making every bodies life
A living hell
But then again I’m trapped in this cell
No other place to go
No soul to sell
Falling into the dark places in my mind
Finding comfort in these lies
I am that bastard you created
Now sit down and listen
Just look into my eyes
And realize
This bastard
Ain’t going down
Without a fight.

I like how you write.

thank you
i try to be different i dont like to be like every body else
and i love your poetry