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Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


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Is It Worth It

Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first 
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing 
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental 
so can you tell me....... 
Is It Worth It?


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A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-


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The Dark Man

This poem is based on Mythology

She sits above all her domain
an affaire is her delight.
Her love of life you understand:
to keep the reins in tight.

She rules her realm, all fairy land.
Dark man dotes on his queen,
to fetch her tea, or raise his hand
merely to help her preen.

A strong black steed he often rides
into the land of man;
to bring the one of her desire
to her in fairy land.

He rides in haste with one intent
with just one thought in mind;
to get to where he wants to go,
find who he wants to find.

He never speaks, yet in command
no one can disobey. 
The one intended mounts behind,
they soon are on their way.

Dark man explains, the man can’t tell
secrets exposed to him.
Or boast of powers he may gain,
not now, or future dim.

For should he fail and break his word,
Dark Man will make him beg.
Will take his eye with fairy sight
or wither arm or leg.

The fairy queen, no gossip wants.
Discretion is her key.
To guard her puritan “delight”
what has to be will be.

© Oct 13, 2011 Charles Henderson
For Deb’s Creepy Irish Creatures contest
placed 2nd in the contest


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The Ghost In My Bedroom

THE GHOST IN MY BEDROOM
I
I opened my eyes for some reason,
it was eleven o’clock at night 
I heard a sound of something moving 
I did not see a lot in the dark and got a fright.
All I could see was a shape standing still;
the figure was much closer to me now
and though the heating on I felt a sudden chill.

II
I noticed that it was tall and had long hair.
though frightened I kept staring at ahead;
I did not know if I was hallucinating or dreaming,
to my shock  the figure sat on the bed.
Now I could see a woman staring at me
I knew from the shape of her breast; 
and although I was petrified I did not flee. 

III
The woman did not move either 
I kept observing her for a while;
we stood there like two bronze statues 
then she came much closer and gave me a smile.
She stretched out her hand and touched my face 
Her hand was surprisingly warm
I held my breath and felt out of place.

IV
She moved her hand from my face and took my hand in hers 
feeling my fingers she said “It’s a habit of mine. I can’t help it!” 
I saw her face I saw how what a beautiful it was
except for her eyes which were sad and insipid.
“Who are you?” I asked naturally and with a low voice
“I am the woman who will change your life” she said
“Are you a ghost?” I asked, I had no choice.

V
 “Why do you keep fidgeting my fingers?” I asked.
“I think because for a long time I was blind.”
 “You were born  blind until you died!” I asked
“Yes”, she replied. “Now for you I am assigned.”  
Why she appointed herself to me I did not have a clue
I wanted to ask but she replied for me instantly
killing yourself before the new year is due.

VI
I felt pain on my chest, huge pains of grief
I was contemplating it for a while and decided
she was my guardian angel in disguise
she showed me the true way and I abided;
New Year’s eve was coming to a joyful end
I hope this friendly ghost keeps visiting me
So that my time on earth I will suspend.


 December 2013


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daisy

Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her 
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along 
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take  leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it 
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........ 
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose


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rolled Durham smoke - Ballad


It transferred like bequest's constrain;
the ghostly harbor - my sixth sense,
men's goals had died, on lives' expense,
- this notion bothered me again.

Had sent the mail - my filed advice -
the ghosts of gunmen who have died,
on moors they stood yonside old pride,
- the Rider asked his deathly price.

In air he thumped, his rhythm - gust waves;
demanding cruel new death toll;
in town each woman wore black stole,
the 'killed in duel' dwell in graves;

The Rider hummed - our vessel moored
inside this port on Nueces' edge,
much red was shed on cypress sedge
- my instincts sharpened and inured.

Tall stood he on the wharf - I knew
the wind whipped ropes upon head-mast,
- we drew the guns; he lifted fast;
my two guns bucked debt-law to ensue.

I felt the slug - he moved across,
already-a-ghost, on moors he stood;
I tasted blood - got up - I should,
with red drops staining grass and moss.

I saw her standing on the field
amid red poppies and tall trees,
her thought became my holy shield,
bestowed thenceforth, her grace in breeze.

She spread her arms and called me eft,
above the clouds to Astral Halls
athwart stood gunman - fast and deft
in Tombstone, Mobile and Sioux Falls.)

I rolled and lit a Durham smoke
with children watching me round-eyed;
that March, (I thought), a gunman died,
I heard bells' knell and two crows croak.

© G.V. 07-18-2013
(Ballad - Iambic tetrameter)

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Ballad (old/new)
Deadline: 12/28/2013


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Succubus In Bloom Lyrics

Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear.  Treat your wounds. Rest awhile, 
the DEVIL can’t find you here. 2X
Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path. 
The locusts they rise and take to the sky, 
you know not the spells you cast. 2X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in.
Mistress of black, I know you’ll come back with razors thirsty and clean.
This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X


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A Dark Fairy tale

There once was a princess
so beautiful,
That all those who beheld her
Wanted her hand forever

There was, at this time,
A White Knight
In shining armor
(save a few tarnish spots
he'd somehow overlooked)
Who roamed the land
Seeking justice and true love

Unbeknownst to those
in the kingdom,
The beautiful princess
was secretly controlled,
and endlessly tortured;
By evil dragons
Servants of a Dark Sorcerer

Dragons of abuse, loneliness
and jealousy-
She desperately sought a love
One promised in a dream...
A total and true love
Independent of her beauty,
or her wealth

The White Knight;
Clumsy at times-
Had the keenest vision
in all the land
And the purest inner heart

His sword was sharp
(sharper than him)
And dragons fled from him

He searched the land
For the true love he so needed

One day the knight
came upon the Princess's realm

One glimpse and his heart
was hers
But dragons have wings
And the host of dragons
flapped their's
so furiously...
that the ground shook

The knight stumbled,
Smiting his head

Suddenly his vision fouled
He knew in his heart
he had to rescue her...
from these fierce dragons

But his vision, now blurred
Would not let him
wield his sword in defense

Heros sometimes fail-
As did our brave knight...
And the dragons
Prevailed

The princess still waits
In her lonely tower

She will not forget-
His love, and his valor-

She will not be free...

She will await a
new, braver,
stronger knight

But he may never come

And the dragons
may lose next time...
And the princess
our knight prays...
Will be happy,

And free-
At last."


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The Wanderer Part two

I grabbed her hand
Hope and love sweling
Mixing into an enticing brew
Whose flavor
brought forth
all the wild creatures
from the desert araound me.
They applauded m success
and ran back for their's

But I had the luck
of the blessed
I held her hand tight
Told her who I was
She nodded
Her light engulfed me

Suddenly my fright swelled inside
What if she left too?
The dark roadis too hard
for me now.

She grabbed my hand
Told me she loved me
In twelve seconds
she smelt my fear
tasted my love
Tired of my existence
and departed

I was rooted to the spot
Her flesh's warmth
had yet to leave my palm
when she passed into the sunset

Shock numbed my feet
Shock numbed my tongue

It was dark
Darker than it had been
Too dark to breath
Too dark to walk

I fell by the roadside
To the vultures
Even crawling was too hard
I poked out my eyes
So no more beauty could touch my soul
I cut off my feet
So I could not walk
It took all of two seconds
for the vultures to come
My end is here
But death is preferable to pain
I welcome the big grey birds."


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The Other Side of the Moon

     You won't 
be able 
      to turn 
away 
       from the bright shining 
   orb
it's gleam 
           illumintes 
the dark night
      yet we wonder
yes we wonder
      what's on the dark side of the moon
             Men have walked on this 
              orb
         which the 
poets and the ancients 
worshipped 
     In our struggle 
to be free
    of all we call
"superstition"
we have relegated 
     the moon to the realm of
science
   yet there is 
a "dark side of 
the moon"
       which is known 
to seers, bards
prophers and
               others
whose second sight
allows them to 
penetrate the 
mist enshrouded 
        mysteries


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THE SLAVE GIRL

From fabrics torn, in ruin, she hail,
Above the deck, beneath the sail,
Above silent meadow, the sea,
Her frosty breath, in doom, she see.

Her fondness torn, her kids apart,
Though love follows her broken heart,
Her sorrow tears on rusted chains,
For holding children once again.

The howling steam erased skies,
And fright gallops the silent cries,
As faces pale in feeble grip,
And sea moaning the crowded ship.

The days are past, remedies none,
The burned down farms from firing sun,
They bent on knees for kids to feed,
Beneath the feet for coin, indeed.

Her husband dead from bones to sweat,
Hard labor earning, closing, debt,
She buried body, beneath the farm,
And begs for mercy, waiting harm.

The beats in rage far fierce than flame,
The bells were rung, with chains they came,
Her toes were trembling, wrath unfolds,
They tortured, beat and tied her, cold.

While taken heart and soul from kids,
The slave in chain with tearful lids,
They dragged and stripped in crowded street,
And brought with slaves to ship, the fleet.

Through cries unheard and night she sails,
With slaves in ship with fuming trails,
To hungers deep in scalding cold,
And chapped lip-lines numb, breaking hold.

Her skin was pale, the hunger tale,
As blue veins rose beneath her nails,
To fading night, her dim eyes sleep,
Her moon-light fades and die asleep.
©Anees Rahman


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STOP THE WAR

Today I am crying
I am crying that my brothers are fighting
The fighting started from historical claim
The claim that never any sides to give in
Today my tears fell to my bosom
I am anxious to what happen

Why never the peace is reign?
Why war shall be the end?
Why the people love to kill?
Why there is no way to end without blood spill?

I am not superman to stop the falling tears
I wanted to embrace my brothers to say please stop!
Please stop the war that spills blood.
I wanted to cry out loud but my sober is louder

Please end the war 
Stop and give ending
There would be no winner fighting between brothers
The only winner in war is “loser” for fighting with brothers
Please...
Please...
Please...
There must be other ways - to the end the bloodshed!
Please 
Please 
Please
Please stop it, stop the war!!!
Stop the war!
Stop the fighting!
Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Stoppppppppppppppppppp the War!!!!!
Where are you UNNNNNNNNN?





Sunday, 3rd March 2013
Sunthecan

A poem for the current skirmish in Lahad Datu and Semporna
Sabah, Malaysia. Let us all pray for PEACE! 



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Star Child

Constellations in my eyes;
Windows they're said to be.
Look into them now, and tell me what you see.

Calling every angel born in Hell:
"A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell.
So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt."

Soon they came; rulers of every layer.
Each to make their offer, 
And leave their summoning prayer. 

"Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time.
The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine,
And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind."

They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered,
Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered. 
Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'.

"It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos,
And you taunt us for what you wish to sell.
But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell."

You are protected by forces greater than your own.
Should any God or Demon make you bow before him,
Death would surely find his throne.

It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold.
Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold.
Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold.

Surely it is quite the burden to bear.
So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear.
Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care."

Yes! Take from me all that you desire!
No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire!
Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire!

With their prize, they left with no hesitation.
Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations.
All for their Master and all in celebration.

Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be.
They know me by many names, they know me by many faces.
And my heart I've sold on every occasion. 

Fools! Surely they must know!
That every heart I give away
Brings me the love that stays.


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The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


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BREATH OF LIFE

This soul was dying and crashing,
But she gave me a breath of life.
She whispered beautiful words of life,
That rejuvenated the strength within.
I started to feel the life within me rise,
And made me feel alive again.

With the breath of life I rose again,
And the petals of my life blossomed.
Once more I felt the warmth of love,
Melting down my once cold heart,
Into a warm heart that can hold love.
It is a good feeling of happiness,
That makes this heart make a beat.

In the shadow of my own loneliness, 
Life was as dark as a dark night is. 
The sun in my life had never set,
And the moonlight was never bright,
To light up the world around me,
Until she gave me a breath of life,
That filled my heart with love.

She is coming from the far horizon,
But I can smell the smell of her perfume.
With her majestic move I hear her steps,
And my heart is beating in expectancy,
With every step she makes closer.
My hands are widening up for her,
Ready to hold her in my arms of love.


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heart break

My mind always run and hide so i crawl into a a bottle and wait  for tomorrow my  brain want’s to borrow some courage to put a gun to my head end this suffering. My heart is living in sorrow from this heart break cant take it no more my eyes are bloody from crying  I’m dying inside so please come end my misery. why  you can’t heel my broken heart you said forever and always I guess that was a lie my heart cry for you and what you do you stab me in my broken heart with a knife so please come end my life .


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Far Dorocha


The dark man rides throughout the land,
true servant of his Queen;
and follows he, her stern command,
to fetch the sweetest seen.

He never speaks, this silent man.
His gaze is straight ahead.
But mortals understand his plan,
and let themselves be led.

The dark man he will play his part.
He’ll whisk them clean away.
Tho’ if the Queen feels kind of heart,
they’re home again next day. 

But woe betide the ones who speak
of such a fairy game.
The dark man once again will seek
to blind, strike dumb or maim.

Then as the hallowed e’en draws nigh,
let mortals all beware:
When witches ride the midnight sky,
the dark man will be there.



October 12th 2011
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Some Of Us

Some of us get it, some of us don't.
Many of us start the work some of us won't.
Different rooms with unfamiliar faces
Similar stories from a myriad of places.

"Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear.
Truly a blessing not to cower in fear.
Trying to be silent, absorb what is said
To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread.

Thoughts of my brother now four years dead.
Still feeling pain over angry words said.
Knowing with his God he is at peace.
Asking of my God for some sense of release.

Struggled along the way to six months earned.
Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned.
Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers,
Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers.

Making amends to those I had harmed,
Most understood, while others not charmed.
My path is clear, of that I'm certain.
Others decide to raise their own curtain.

Failure of others is painful to see.
Not watching my ass, that could be me.
The beast is a menace, indifferent to all.
Some of us rise, too many of us fall.


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darkness at noon

the blue sky turns darker
as the Sun leads the wars
against dark moons 
and dark allies
that take over our world
leaves become snakes
and theives rule the land
in the battle for days
our nights are in our hands
trees and flowers grow in sleepy cars
seas roam the galaxy seeking new ways
of light
birds fly away in search of warm blue days
and all that remains are people and wishes
of fruit, love and wisdom


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Shona McFee

She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded itself round
The remarkable Shona McFee.

She walked up the hill where the snow leopards stalked
The indomitable Shona McFee.
The animals came and they walked where she walked,
How I wish they could have been me.
She turned right round and embraced every one,
For she was loving, was Shona McFee.

As night stooped down she came down too,
The delectable Shona McFee.
She lit a fire by her hut and she clapped with her shoe,
Come, little creatures to me!
And the owls and the bats and the forest’s deer
Came dashing to Shona McFee.

In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I dreamt of Shona McFee.
She lets down her hair in romantic mood,
And the startled animals flee.
She walks and she walks and her heart beats fast,
Come hither, Shona McFee!

In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I lie dreaming of Shona McFee.
I hear her steps step on the stippled grey road.
And know she is coming to me.
I run downstairs and throw open the door,
To no sign of Shona McFee.


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The Horsemen

You know they are coming
See the dust in the air
Feel the ground tremble beneath your feet.
Can't quite see them
But you know they are there
Suddenly your face is white as a sheet.

The Horsemen are riding
Your world is ending
No use complaining it just isn't fair.
Swords scything down
Trumpeting stallions
The battle is over so don't even care.

Man's castles are falling
His caverns no respite,
Armies are dust in a flash of might.
The judgement is binding,
The deep dead are rising,
Their sad faces form in the fading light.

You're torn and your tattered,
The scent of blood heavy
Old Earth is shaking, you try to run.
The darkness is closing
You better be ready
The Horsemen are coming, the end has begun!


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An Ode to Struggle

All the days go by desperately,
Everyday is a day to be overcome,
I am struggling to get through them,
Just to live another day in agony.

I wish to come out victorious,
Of all the turmoil I have to bear,
Of all the pain that I go through,
Of the loneliness that grips my heart.

Each day passes by me unnoticed,
Each day has become my sworn enemy,
Each day I wish for things to change,
Everyday I pray for a miracle to happen.

I hope to get through this unharmed
Without a scar to remind me of this
This story I wish to end well or let me be
Without any expectations of what will be.


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In The World Of Hell

Born in night to Dhore and Ghore,
Lots of roar he was to make,
Taught with those the best they had
Fought and won the best of bad,
Turned to red then black and blood,
flooding bones of hellish beasts
mighty prince thus conquered hell.
'Prince Devil' they called him thus
sirens roar to send him down
Into earth with evils blood.

Bright and light have seen fire,
not this prince, they haven't yet!
All of hell had bowed him thrice,
every good he split then slice ,
Walks earth in men and women,
Making evil with each spell.
mighty prince grew fast in fame,
lots of hearts he turned to war
After gold, they led their heart
As men he touched felt no good.

From among men, fed by then,
He placed his steps for a walk,
Saw no man for long a way
Went so mad with not a ray,
A sight of light, far in night,
Then drew him close to its height,
Not light, but a girl there stood,
Seeing her, he dreamed a life,
Human life with her in it,
But late he was far to reach.

Not a king, but king of kings,
Will he be in days to come,
Orders came to steal her light,
with dark sufferings, true fright.
Tried too hard but failed with heart,
Across he stood against dark,
Earthly love then bound the prince
Hell's world was flared in anger,
Evil dark, the king of kings,
proclaimed war against the prince.

No demon, no prince, she knew,
nor he was, from where she knew
Fought his heart in best of hells,
Days, nights, in his world and else,
blackish blood smoked with fire,
Blew from hell with smell, desire,
The prince of love, fought so brave.
killed he was, in deadly war,
Hell and heaven, barred his soul
for crimes done in all the world.
©Anees Rahman


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Blackhole

Don't got no heart 
It's just a black hole
Cold as stone 

Haven't found anyone
to make it beat
make a rythem 
Bring it back to life 

There's just a empty space 
Where my heart should be 
It's just a black hole 
Been  broken so much
Nothing left for anyone to break

My heart's been hurt so much 
Couldn't take it anymore 
SO it decided to shrivel up and die

In it's wake it left me 
Feeling broken and cold inside
All that's left is a black hole
to replace my shattered heart

Till someone can make it beat again 
make a rythem 
Bring it back to life!
Let me have a heart again 
There will be nothing but a black hole 
In my chest