First off, let me say that I have 29 poems and I will try to put every one of them on this journal thing. So without anymore delay I will post one of my most recent poems "Nuptials."

                                   -Nuptials-
Left alone in a secluded room
thinking of an imaginary world.
No happy ending for this unwanted groom,
as he sits alone again twisted and twirled.

No clue nor warning of this moment.
Not even a good bye,
just a note for her atonement
with her words lingering in the sky.

Maybe the groom will never find,
just temporary replacement for the love lost.
Hoping that fate will give a stong shove
towards the one he paid the cost.

Enjoyment    comes    only...
When others are miserable.
And the white stallion is just a black pony,
that is undescribable.

The thought that comes across
is one of hate.
If only I could sufficate her with moss,
from the morning until the end of the day.

Or even beat her with a bat,
and watch the blood pour out,
And take a shower in the blood bath
as i realse ass my hate threw my mouth.

I hope she dies in a tradgic end
with no lover and no friends.
Alone in her empty cold bed,
as a gun shot speakes to her head.

Anger, Hate, and every other emotion
gives way as the groom calms down.
And now action turn to questions
as he take a good look around.

He notices what he did wrong
and why it ended this way.
The groom now weak fell strong
and their he wanted to stay.

No more thoughts killed his mind.
No more hate filled his heart.
Only happy thoughts of his bride
as he has to begin from the start.

His dream are dead and gone.
No big house with a picket fence.
No dog or kids for fun.
Nothing, Nothing at all, Not a chance.

All thats left is memories and regrets
of what could have been and what is.
Nothing was ever declared or set
and now the truth is now like this.

So the groom, now relaxed and clear,
starts to think about the next step.
All anger has left with fear
and only the best is left.

To the bride he say adu
and to life he says hello.
With nothing else to do
he releases one last bellow.

"Thy world retreat and start anew tonight
as the old remains in thunder storm gray.
My best wishes go to my lovely wife,
and hope she lives happy the rest of her days."

I hope you all enjoy my poem, and wait for the next one to be posted.