Troy Clark And Neal Simons

Troy Clark And Neal Simons Poems

I am forgotten,
Forever unknown,
My death means nothing,
I've reaped what I've sown.
...

With my dreams shattered,
I start to cry,
I don’t know why you had to die,
I loved your smile,
...

I see all who die.
I saw all who lived.
I am eternal,
Never dying,
...

4.

The color is fading.
The soul is dying.
Blood is dripping.
Pouring from my veins.
...

When hope is lost,
When freedom caged,
To see no light,
The light of day,
...

You walk at night
Under the light of the moon,
Your skin so pale, yet so radiant,
And your hair black as the ravens
...

Just paint it black,
Forget the red,
Just paint it black,
And you’ll be dead,
...

With black wings I fly,
With red eyes I see,
With the darkness flowing high above,
Death shall speak to me.
...

In darkest day and darkest night,
The flames of war shall be my light.
Let the flames define my role,
So the hawk of war shall carry my soul.
...

Blackened roots,
Twisting and turning,
Slithering over the carcusses of the dead.
The dark and hollow trees
...

I hate my life
For what it is
I hate myself
For who I am.
...

Take me away,
To a place were colors are the same,
My colors are fading,
From white to black,
...

I see you now,
Amongst your dead,
Searching and praying.
You grasp the hand of you dead lover,
...

My heart is black as darkest night
And cold as a winter day.
Shall I compare it to a rose,
Both black and shriveled,
...

O, the sorrows of the world
As it spins like a top
And the ground grows damp
as the tear drops dropp
...

Alone, I sit and brood
On the miseries of all life
As it passes by
Like a blowing wind,
...

Hell is my world,
Screaming and pain
the only way out,
A needle in my heart
...

You may trap me in your history books,
And plot your little schemes,
You can prod and poke and stab at
me but rise I will, rise I shall.
...

When death grips a soul,
And the soul starts to flee,
I start to laugh with,
Relative glee,
...

O, what a way to go,
when your life is filled with woe.
to take your life in despair,
and knowing nobody will care.
...

Troy Clark And Neal Simons Biography

The poems we write are no longer writting together, Neal and I are now seperate poets, so when you see written by Troy Clark, or when you see written Neal Simons, it was done alone. But, if you see Neal Simons and Troy Clark written, it was both. I, Troy Clark, purpose that Neal and I also rewrite all our old poems, because we both have advanced pretty far into our art, let us take the old, pathetic poems that we have created and make them anew, Pour le bien de notre avancement dans notre art, nous ferons à nouveau: For the good of our advancement into our art, we will make anew.)

The Best Poem Of Troy Clark And Neal Simons

Forgotten

I am forgotten,
Forever unknown,
My death means nothing,
I've reaped what I've sown.

I am forgotten,
No one knows who I am,
If I am to die,
No one would give a damn.

I am forgotten,
My name in no ones head,
My identity not known,
and my legacy dead.

I am forgotten,
Death will now take me away,
And yet no one will notice,
That I was gone today.

Troy Clark And Neal Simons Comments

Amanda Miller 23 April 2008

Dude! This is so incredible. Well done!

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