The Silent Knight

By SILENT KNIGHT Last updated: 40 minutes ago
  • COOL HEAT

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Sat Nov 28, 2009 8:45pm PST

    I'm ice cold, feel like my words made of white gold. I'm black ice with diamond chips all through my soul. I send chills though folks get frozen and stay here. This all real.  You're watching me ice skating up hill. I've been there and places with no way to get back, so I built… Read More »

  • THE END

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Sat Nov 28, 2009 7:07pm PST

    I'll never write again. The ink dried in my pen. I dropped dead on this page is how my short story ends. My insides are all stone and my bones feel like skin breakin' down into dust that gets swept in the wind. I don't know what else to do to amend for my sins. I've been in it so…

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  • The Life of a dead Poet

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Sat Nov 28, 2009 3:52am PST

    I pour passion into paragraphs, til pages form the sea. My soul flows just like the waterfall that washes over me. Connected by simillarities as GOD seemed fit. Some forces I can't control, but pray for the focus. I see Love in all it's glory. My body is… Read More »

  • S.O.S

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Sat Nov 28, 2009 3:43am PST

    I'm trapped in this page, held hostage by my pen and they're tryin' to get everything I've ever held in. Like I can give it to them. I don't have my documents of sin. That's like asking me to go and grab a handful of wind. I was dumb enough to… Read More »

  • IRUNMAN

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:47am PST

    Feels like I did it all for nuthin, but wanted to be somethin'. I'm hurt for what it's worth, I'm tired of workin' and runnin' and runnin' to more work, seems I'm workin' for more hurt. It's like I'm diggin' a hole and… Read More »

  • Just Friends

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:02am PST

    I'll never Love again, that's why GOD made friends. We could have been alot more, but can't get pass the skin. Yes the flesh is so weak and the heart too is desperate, yet treachorous is the tongue that knows just what to tell it. Some lies are more truth… Read More »

  • Philosophy or Poetry?

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Tue Nov 17, 2009 4:45am PST

    Is this philosophy or poetry? My past is disorderly. My thoughts are view points inorder to change authority. They say the govern over me. Basicly they're just holding me. I see life so difrent and more than it's suppose to be. I don't believe in fate.…

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  • In Retrospect

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:25pm PST

    My life has been a B@!#$, so punishments feel comfortable. I've been hurt and h8ed til I aint so loveable. Women I loved hate me and they hope I die misreable, cause they scared of hell  "I've been there in the physical." I've survived…

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  • Why can't my good be good, instead of good and bad

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Wed Nov 4, 2009 3:02pm PST

    Why can't my good be good, instead of good and bad... it's like loosing the best thing I never did have... Sometimes I sit and I laugh, but it hurts me to my heart. What took a lifetime to build took a second to fall apart. As I struggle to grasp it with my… Read More »

  • NEWS TO ME

    By SILENT KNIGHT, on Tue Nov 3, 2009 6:26pm PST

    I tried to watch the news, now I'm tryin' to figure out,    " Why the hell watch the news, if dat sh!t don't count ? "    " Like what the hell did we do to make gas this amount   and who we helpin' over seas… Read More »

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May all your nights be silent knights.