Biography of Nicholas Abaddon
I am 19 years old and write poems because it's fun and great way of expression. I read a crap load, from the likes of Aleister Crowley to Marx and Nietzche and whatever else i find interesting.
My motto on my interest is this: Spiritual in depth, Philosophically interesting, useless in reality.
Please read and comment on my random writings
Nicholas Abaddon Poems
A Cold Day In May
I arrived home on this rainy, dreary day. At first it seemed that the weather alone was odd in may, Then I saw the bags by the door. She came down the stairs her eyes afire,
Without My Love
outside my window a nightingale sings, All the things could be swim before my eyes a senator, a police officer, a lawyer Hollow praise and heartfelt criticism fill my ears.
A Hobo's Complaint
I have put these words on paper because i found no walls
Pain and anguish have filled my soul, Where did the love I once knew travel to?
A Lonely Ship
Alone out in the sea of sand, waiting for the end of days gazed the Ship without a Captain and a sail without the wind. The long forgotten light up above the world blazes a spider web across the clouds.
Charming Hellspawn Antihumanistic Rapist
Once we were proud and upstanding people Confident in ourselves and lives we lead Suddenly a ripple became an atomic display of steroid strength. Children scream in the night as their houses are rocked and thrown,
Social Commentary Or Boredom?
Hello Earth, mother of all things Bearer of all children and life. Hello Earth, my crack whore, Bringer and silent witness of all wars and civil strife.
Good Bye My Friends
Tonight I feel A calm as I walk home from school My body is stiff and rigid in the air so cool, My mind is swirling with thoughts so cold and serene. I have mad my choice to lie my life down to a peaceful sleep,
Political On A Small Scale
Irreconcilable differences, paved by global domination. freedoms expendable, all in the name of profits.
Rose Red's Quest (Might Be Adding More S...
In a small village lived Rose Red The village was poor and all slept on a straw bed.
The Death Of A Sage
In despair he rode away, leaving the world behind, he thought he could bring the light, but found only a walled in door.
An Analysis Of America
we wanted to have a say in law We begged to see what we wanted on T.V. We demanded to able to slander others in newspapers. We asked to worship our own gods.
men stare at each other in hate, across fabricated lines in the sand, they will not help the other stand. corporations buy all of the air they breath.
The Ghost Of Ptolemy
I arrived at a small town upon completion of the serpentine road,
A watchman approached and called to me, ”you have braved the trail? ”
“yes I have! ” I called to the small man who resembled a toad.
the man approached, “Why? Have you not heard of our towns tale? ”
I to him, ”I have. you are in need of someone to expel a demon? ”