Eric Elliott

Eric Elliott Poems

Dusk has gone and day breaks
the waves ebb at the stones under my feet
I look out to sea as the dawns first light
washs over the land and fills the air with warmth
...

Hair line cracks on the east wall
open slowly to drown us all

water starts bleeding out
...

how long have lies been told
before the first mans body grew cold?
or before that
like red given white make pink
...

I wish to know
the worlds
energy flow
...

Dancing lights in my mind
shadow craws the places it left behind

light and dark pull to and fro
...

Sun-day school is a place I hate and your love i appreciate
with fear in my mind and love in kind
I try to find a place I left behind
but to my love you were blind
...

(this is a poem called ball sack however it was removed the first time I put it on here)

dripping sweat
salty and wet
...

By Landan Chandler

Boared sitting in class,
still thinking of her,
...

I remeber a place from not long ago
In the city where smog dose flow

I'd sit for hours on end
...

I have never looked upon your face
but Daily my world you grace
I speak with you like I've known you for years
telling you of all my joys and fears
...

I hear her speak to me
her voice oh so happy

when she looks at me I see her eyes filled with desparate glee...
...

I sit in darkness waiting for you
If I could have you, it would be a dream come true

Though it seems I have waited hundreds of years for you
...

Follow me if you please
into the land of ill ease
cold is the bitter breeze
a lost land all it sees
...

Help
the light has faded
the path ends
and nothingness begins
...

15.

Once there was a boy
sitting on the steps of an old building
people passed by all the time but never did the boy move
he sat thinking of a girl from his class
...

Sink away the memory
sink away love
drown out passion
drown out patience
...

I look left
look right
see all
in sight
...

Bleeding eyes
shredded heart
a crimson smile
comes across his face
...

Storm clouds darken the land
the rain that falls not only in my hand
but over the graves of all man
...

Eric Elliott Biography

I'm 16 I smoke weed and it helps me make poems don't ask why but some times I sit down and cry try to find something knew to do but all I find is to talk to you so send me a comment or what ever I'll talk back if i'm not under the weather. I have a dark side but I try not to let it show. I fell in love a few years ago, it didn't go to well. but, If I could do it all over I would. I think I'll tell a little more about me. one I have brown eyes, dark (almost black) brown hair I'm a big dude,207lbs. and im 5.8 Im a little lazy, but I like having a clean house. After all never know who might dropp in. I easly tan, however I don't care to. (i will if I need to) I'm a gamer I like parties I'll drink if I feel like it I have cool friends always in for a house party I like to tag stuff in my small town lets see i'm looking for a job I got my car fixed now, just got to get new brakes. I hope that somewhere in the world there is still true love, I guess I'm a hopeless romantic. I find it funny how the mind works. take me, I don't care who likes me or not, I don't try to fit in I just do, and if all my friends died in front of me, I think that I would go on a killing spree, after I killed who ever killed them. In short I'm a loner, but some how I still crave praise I want people to tell me I'm smart, that I can make nice poems. and this complete lack of control...it Sickens me in a way words can't say. I know what I can and can't do and I know what I'm worth.... and to have this social urge this deep feeling that I need to belong that stems from being Human, makes me hate it, myself, our so called master race.... when all we are is the animals we kill or drive out and every time I hear about a elephant or domesticated animal killing its trainer I grin at the thought of the caged beings fighting back. After all that is at the heart of every Anarchist to brake the chains and be free. in conclusion I just want to be truly free. (P.S. the things above are a little of my dark side.))

The Best Poem Of Eric Elliott

As The Day Breaks

Dusk has gone and day breaks
the waves ebb at the stones under my feet
I look out to sea as the dawns first light
washs over the land and fills the air with warmth
shining the water pushes light from it into the eyes
of the fallen, only then do they see what they have done
and what we have become
the land fills with bodys burned
and for trees now dead I yearn
bloody stones and broken bones
lay on the shore knowing they'll move, nevermore
traped within this paramore
I cant help but feel alone the one I loved now turned to bone
and yet for her I so long...

I saw the world turn to ash, everything blood, bone, and grass
We, all that was left just will NOT last

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Rachel Ellard 21 September 2009

you sound sexy to me

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