Biography of Justin Henry
Well...huh..theres not much to talk about..I'm just a teen..who writes really unclear poem/lyrics.
When writing, my biggest inspirations are from music, books, stories, movies, dreams, and even video games.
I think my poems would be better if I took more advanced english classes in the past 2 years,
but I just so happen to be an incredibly lazy and laid back person. Well next year I'll be taking advanced english, so everything should be cool
When I grow up I want to be like an artist or musician, but if those carreer choices don't work out, or If i retire, I'll probably turn to poetry.
I'm also thinking of writing a novel.
I want to write a book thats like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fused together only a little darker.
well i guess thats all....rate my poems or something
Justin Henry Poems
Vultures Be Gone
Strip the flesh off the bone pull it off, pull it off! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A tug of war, tearing at your face. They fly in circle, and sweep in for the kill
Gears And Heartbeats
Your pathetic intent has been manipulated, Disembodied you are without a soul. You have no will so you shall conform. Artificial brain, reprogramed mind.
This Is Why I Lose Sleep At Night
I can hear myself speak, your words are left stranded. Your lips are moving, but I can't hear your voice.
The moon waxes Forcing my soul to commit suicide The moon wanes Forcing my soul back to life
We sing sweet lullabies We cry out melodies We tune it, till it feels like emotion We zoom in, till thought corrode
The Next Life
To me you could never age, because no matter where you go or whatever path you take, you will always look the same
Tulips Have No Thorns
Lieing on your bed you are silently screaming at the ceiling. I watch that angel run down your cheek, shattering your porcelain clear complexion,
A Lament Of A Shattered Heart
I wrote these words in the dark, but even in the dark I'm not nearly as scared as I was, when I recently realized that romance can actually kill. Its not so bad, please girl just cheer up
I'm from memories long since repressed, they constantly fade in and out. From a deep dive into tranquility, from the bottomless sanctuary.
This Is Why I Stop Laughing
On this bed, I lie here awake, your lullaby makes me sleepy, but i just slip out from my thoughts.
March in straight lines, no walking back. Your in the crowd, but I don't even notice you. You think yourself so colorful you think yourself so extraordinary.
Your Only Imperfection
My questions with no answers is my only foe begging for pleasure in the absense of woe, bidding farewell to pain and sorrow.
Wipe Off Those Tears
Don't think anything of those tears, they hurt me more than you. Crystals growing in your eyes..........
To Be Slain Upon My Helping Hand
I must seem like such a worm to you, I burrow deep down into you skin, until I devour all of your vitals. I must seem like such a leach to you.
Need To Get Out! ! ! !
It seems like I'm trapped once again,
within a cage, with walls of two foot glass,
and it lies beneath the abyssal sea.
Things are so dark, its too wet to light a candle.
Sorrow is an enigma, I'm compelled to unriddle.
So bitter is this trap......
The worst part is that I'm alone,
no one is here to heal my scars.