A bullet or a letter

Standing in the street with two deadly weapons in hand

A disgruntled secret lover must make a choice

In one arm lays a rifle, more than capable of spilling blood

In the other lays a latter, soaked with by the flood

Of tears he has shed over her

Which is deadlier you ask he does not know

For one is a bullet for his true love

Another is one for him, delivered by his hand under a glove

For the heart is not sure which is worse

The loss of his love or to end up in a hearse

For the night is black and the stars have gone

And he will stay up until dawn

Thinking of his love which will never know

the pile of crumbled letters in his room will surly grow

The saying is at least you tried

But even worse would be to abide

Of rejection of his secret girl

Sunflower

A pretty sunflower once grew in a forest clearing

Near my home, I found the flower when it was dying

Contaminated with the dirt of others and their lying

After pruning and watering the sunflower it began to glow

It would grow slow by slow

As too did my bound with this flower

The flower felt as if it had power

Over all the insects that would attack it

Until one day when I came out

And the flower had killed herself

Peace Forest

Peace forest

Holding on to each other hands, brothers and sisters, no politics, no religion, no society to block our view and mold our minds. We saw the meaning behind life, happiness

The guilty turned innocent, the innocent just smiled. Eyes became tools of seeing, not judging. Hands became the tools of love not hate.

As the minds slept the souls danced, danced around the campfire and flew with the stars and the moon. But when the sun rose we show the darkness

We traveled, meaning to get away from the concrete trees and odd animals. When we found someplace new inevitably the animals found us

Eventually we could find no home, no shelter and lose our innocence.

Jeffery became Dahmer, and Thomas became Dillion

Our love was replaced by hate, our light replaced by darkness.

Until the lightning struck as all down.

Death

Cold earth moved aside,

Is death all but a fun ride?

As family weeps

The rest of the world sleeps

What is death but life

Stabbing the living like a knife

A terror we can not escape

A terror we must face alone

For while we weep

Others smile

As we scream

Others laugh

For death is a lonely town

On an empty back road

Peace Forest

Holding on to each other hands, brothers and sisters, no politics, no religion, no society to block our view and mold our minds. We saw the meaning behind life, happiness

The guilty turned innocent, the innocent just smiled. Eyes became tools of seeing, not judging. Hands became the tools of love not hate.

As the minds slept the souls danced, danced around the campfire and flew with the stars and the moon. But when the sun rose we show the darkness

We traveled, meaning to get away from the concrete trees and odd animals. When we found someplace new inevitably the animals found us

Eventually we could find no home, no shelter and lose our innocence.

Jeffery became Dahmer, and Thomas became Dillion

Our love was replaced by hate, our light replaced by darkness.

Until the lightning struck as all down.

Introduction

My name is Gregory A. Lewis. I am a novice poet/ short story writer who created this account only for the entertainment of my readers. Any feedback is appreciated, positive or negative. Hope you enjoy your plunge into the ideas and tales of a darkened heart.