Scream from Within

A scream in the night
One of pain
One of fear
One that pleads to be helped
Make it stop

The screaming never stops

From a corner
From around the bend
From within

Hidden Storm

Caught in the storm
Never seeming to end
Wanting and end for it
Will it ever come?
I don’t think so

This storm within a brain
A tortured brain
Tortured by itself and
A painful past

Where I'm From

I am from water,
I am from good food, and Italian aromas
I am from the red clay.
From cats and dogs
I am from the pages of a book,
From history and celebrity

I am from tomato sauce and spaghetti,
From tales long and old
I am from Godfather and Scarface,
From blankets and sewing
I am from a war and an attack,
A change and advancement,
As well as old things

I am from books,
Pages leafed so many times the edges fall off,
From so many stories I can tell you
I am from troubled times,
New age advances,
And a feeling of hopelessness

Suicide

Pills, pills
So many pills
All colors
Like skittles
The wrong pills
No!
Fall
Call
9
1
1
Go
Emergency
Crying, worrying
Safe
Sigh
Sadness
Why?

Blood Poem

I have gotten so many compliments on this poem. So I felt the need to post it here.
Blood
It is every where
But I think it looks best where I can admire it
On the ground
On you
It doesn’t matter
As long as I can look at it
Admire its color that spawned so many stories and poems
Watch it make rivers and shapes out of itself
Taste it’s sweet tangy flavor that is better than anything else on earth
And wonder why this was taken away from me
Why must I feed on it
I can’t stop myself
Why was I changed to be this...this
Darkness lover
This dream of gothic people
This monster
A monster who
Want’s-like a human- what it can’t ever have
An end.