Patrick Shields

Rookie (November 11th,1987 / Las Vegas)

Patrick Shields Poems

41. My Last Days 7/4/2007
42. I Love You 7/7/2007
43. Suicide Note 7/9/2007
44. Broken Inside 7/13/2007
45. Cut Out My Heart 7/19/2007
46. Why? 7/25/2007
47. Your Last Words 4/5/2007
48. Nothing I Can Say 4/9/2007
49. Our Last Night 4/21/2007
50. Children Of The Night 4/28/2007
51. With You 8/20/2007
52. I'Ll Tear You Apart 10/6/2007
53. My Final Night 11/4/2007
54. She's The Girl 12/1/2007
55. Kristina's Funeral 12/8/2007
56. Dead! 12/22/2007
57. Teardrops 12/31/2007
58. Blood On The Wall 1/18/2008
59. Baby Come Back 2/7/2008
60. My Rusty Blade 2/8/2008
61. Emo Genocide 2/14/2008
62. Our Love Will Last 3/20/2008
63. Goodbye 4/16/2008
64. Giving Up 4/19/2008
65. Unwanted By All 8/24/2008
66. No One Cares 10/6/2008
67. My Intervention 1/20/2009
68. Black Hole 3/5/2009
69. Asleep In Death 6/19/2007
70. A Little Bit Brighter 1/19/2012
71. I'D Die For Her 1/10/2007
72. Kill Me Slowly 1/10/2007
73. My Only One 8/5/2007
74. Our Love Will Never Die 1/10/2007
75. The Goodbye Came 1/21/2012
76. The Pain 1/23/2012
77. Death Is Not The Answer 1/23/2012
78. Anatomy Of A Broken Heart 1/19/2012
79. Wake Up! 1/19/2012
80. Anger And Malice 1/19/2012

Comments about Patrick Shields

  • Amie-Lee ...... (8/11/2008 9:19:00 PM)

    This person is a truly amazing poet. He writes from the ehart and soul, not from the head like some other 'poets'. Patrick is a truly shining example of a great poet, and I wish him luck in the future

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Best Poem of Patrick Shields

Suicide Angel

A man of 19 looks for a quick way to die
He gets on his knees and begins to cry out
The Suicide Angel hears his pleading cries
He knows the man will take his life without a doubt

This angel banished from heaven, not wanted my hell
A patient angel waiting for the next one
Perhaps a mother or father praying to the dark angel
Or perhaps a depressed daughter or a suicidal son

An angel with wings of crimson red
No halo for this fallen son of the most high
His wings stained with blood from the dead
As he poisons his victims hearts with devastating ...

Read the full of Suicide Angel


Red Blood Lines Roll Down My Arms, Shoulders, and Chest
I Roll Down My Sleeves Content With The Soon To Be Scars
As My Cuts Bleed I Make Sure To Clean Up My Crimson Mess
They Sting and Glow Red Like The Many Dying Stars

I Get In The Bath Tub Rinse My Cuts Off As The Blood Flows
The Water Turns To Blood Like The Nile River Did Long Ago
I Put Another Cleave Long Sleeve Shirt On Depression Wins As My Commen Sense Screams Noooo
The Power That I Get To Write These Poems Is Also My Greatest F

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