Dyllan Martin Poems
|1.||So Long, Goodbye||8/18/2008|
|3.||Me, In My True Form.||8/20/2008|
|7.||Locked Inside Looking Out.||8/25/2008|
|8.||Dare, Double Dare, Dead.||8/25/2008|
|9.||Flames Of Forgiveness.||8/25/2008|
|11.||Nervous Wreak (Could You Tell?)||8/26/2008|
|13.||Helping Hands Are Helpful.||8/26/2008|
|14.||Hatred For Haikus.||8/26/2008|
|21.||The Girl With Love On Her Arms||8/24/2008|
|23.||Clinically Insane [song]||8/24/2008|
The flower that was wilting died,
At one o'clock this morn,
And took with all the dignity,
Of men and women who's hearts are filled with scorn,
The icey window shattered like a thousand broken hearts,
And her tears upon the pillow shed,
Like light upon the dark.
Broken was the picture frame,
That lay beside the bed,
With memories of love and loss,
Leaving craters in her wiery head,
She wished to let out a scream,
And liven up the street,
But couldn't waste her precious time,
As she sat in cold defeat.
Striking hard upon the ...
Him and his slimey ego,
That I canno't bear,
His singing like a howling cat,
As he stands up there.
With harsh hatred in my eyes,
And a firey glaze on my stare.
As I sit here scowling,
Whilst he stands up there.