I made a move
You pushed me away
We laughed, cried, our love was decayed.
I remembered after you left, that you made me your slave.
In love no one should be in slavery, baby you misbehaved.

Wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns and thinks on ******* Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Words,
Thoughts,
Emotions,
And life
Surrounds me in one.
As I begin to write
It all turn into fun, then as I continue,
It starts to turn into violence, and shoot out like a gun.
Everything is so peaceful,
In other people eyes,
But the stream of words,
Titles
And thoughts keep coming in remind,
That I am a poet.
I get the urge to write.
I’m like a crack addict,
Addicted to writing, staying up all night.
Afraid to stop.
Paranoid that the words will
Stay.
Troubled by my thoughts,
As Ink bleed in repay,
Of redemption and
Sequel  settings
The hard times of one’s life is mine,
Which is not forgetting.
I seem crazy and quite threating to others.
I talk to myself,
Just quiet,
Unexplainable mutters.
Poetry took my heart and ran,
Made it paper thin,
And red ink span,
Grey lead as a tan,
Poisoning my heart, and making it into flying paper
Cranes.
In only minutes,
Seconds,
I am done with a poem,
That is ******* with the ends of my storm.
I am the devoted,
Thoughtless,
Emotionless,
Lifeless,
Poet.



-Marci H.

Take a trip with me to lands unheard of
through hidden passages, secret doors, and unknown chambers deep within my mind
All you need is your imagination so leave everything behind see creatures and sights so strange that they'll burn imprints on the pages of your brain.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil the bride stands before her groom and a vile host of wedding guests.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it.  Baffled and amazed that Lust the biggest **** ever was about to be wed to Greed.  Everyone watched with anticipation as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.  The words that flowed from the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords.  "Disgustingly wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forces to behold the joining of this devil and **** in unholy matrimony.  This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will you have Greed to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you obey him, lay with him, and fulfill his ****** desires as long as you both shall live?"  With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I will."  "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you both shall live?"  "With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkle like gold Greed answers "I will."  "By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss."  As their lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color" said Envy.  Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get the party started" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband to be.  You already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love.  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun.  The two share a kiss of their own.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

This is not a poem this is a thank you.
Thank you all for reading my poems and making me feel welcome.

Chocolate, nothing taste better than rich creamy chocolate.  Such a delight, brown chocolate skin woman how sweet you must be.  Such a savory treat, brown chocolate skin woman.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum