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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?

Copyright © Trevor Bain | Year Posted 2012

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A Poem About Nothing but Love

A Poem About Nothing but Love By: Tyner Twine "I edited a few parts from my original poem. As tribute to my first love's requiem. Nevertheless, this simple soul song is the same, Written all for love and not for fame. A poem of love I wrote on hot summer day, remembering the love that has, for so long, faded away." Would someone care to explain Why people write poems in a way That adorns with jewels something so plain That expresses emotions beyond the insane I lift my quill and dwelt on the thought, And realized the reflections I made and forgot... There I lift my pen THEN PAUSED and reflected: How should I begin to write, About lads and gals with love at first sight? Though I have tried as hard as I might, To close my eyes from love's delight, He won me over without a fight, Now all I see is love's pure light. I wondered... Now I shall write: Have I become some kind of fool Who let Love ruin my poems and rules? Who let Nostalgia come and play With distant Beloved's memories on a working day? Have I been foolish every night, To think his arms are holding me tight, To wish that he'll come home to stay, That he'll make love to me every night and day I think these thoughts and was appalled, How | felt too warm and oh, so galled In thinking that these thoughts might stay, and be my ruin at the end of the day. Love, oh love, is a cruel thing for fools if I might say, Though it is delightful it has a price to pay. Fool, fool, fool! With love as her tool... I am. Beguiled and ruined. Oh ~ why can't they just write about trees? Or how honey flows and comes from bees? Why can't they just write about the Sky? See the clouds and the mist and the birds that fly? Why can't they just write about life? How calves are born and how they die? How flowers bloom with the light of the moon, How the sun rose up and set too soon? Oh, a foolish poet's heart of clay, Be molded with the warmth of fate's faint sway! For life changed drastically above, As the fool that I am Writes a poem about nothing but love.

Copyright © Kristine Mariz Ursua | Year Posted 2013

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Although Fertile Were the Fields

Although fertile were the fields, I plowed
That self-same earth lies barren now;
 Barren evermore.
 Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
 For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season
 Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors
  Yields neither fruit nor flower.

   Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing
  Is it the perception of ourselves by others
   Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle?
   
    Although tertile were the fields I plowed
    That self-same earth lies batrren now;
     Barren evermore.
     Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
     For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season
     Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors
      Yields neither fruit nor flower.

Copyright © heather chernen | Year Posted 2007

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Ballad of Dreams: One: Beneath the Realm part one

Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
Feasting my eyes upon the faded stone
Delving into a vast world of the unknown

Whispers dance in the curling fog dancing amongst the dead trees
Murmurs of those who have long passed, float against the breeze
Passing the large tree, the gate surrounding the stoned castle
A slender inhabitant, dazzles my mind, his speech facile

Shall I trust this unknown creature, from this the unknown world
His arms, his...tendrils, curl...and around me swirled
My thoughts-he knows them-for he and I are entwined
Further into the dead woods I wonder, a sense of fear encompassing my mind

A bubbling stream I faintly hear, as further I go into the forest
The watery grave seeming to get closer, it's symphony-a chorus
Entranced I follow this fellow into the unknown
Closer and close to the stream i go, further away from the grey stone

Above the lines of fantasy
This, has become my reality
Dreaming-this land I return, once was I lost
But now here I am at home, everything quiet and soft

I search for you amongst the dead
And there, standing behind those gates is cloaked figure-hood on head
I wonder who this master of mystery is, but he soon disappears
A blink of my eye he is gone, and I have not seen him again in years

I search once more for you, my fiendish friend,
But soon I fear you have left me here-to come to my own end
I do not wish to wake, I do not wish to leave this place
Soon I come to spot your featureless face

The King of fright, so tender towards me
Showing me, when I lost my way so long ago, out misty dead trees
But I could not stay away, I wanted to see him again
And thus he promised to return to me again

That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore

Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012

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BEAUTY BLIND in ZEUS's EYES

BEAUTY BLIND in ZEUS'S EYES

Born in dark with glints of light
the baby owlet flies.
Clots of stars within the skies
and clots in owlets eyes. 

Darkest night and darker days, 
he soars to search for prey.
Seeing not, the hunger grows 
and no light shows the way.

Need for shelter, thirst for drink, 
and wanting his own nest.
Nothing safe in all the world, 
and not a place to rest.

Flying on but weak from trying, 
not knowing how eyes work.
All the thoughts within his head 
are where the shadows lurk.

Then it rained, no shelter gained, 
nor food, nor water yet. 
He strikes upon a closed in porch 
and thinks he's lost the bet.

Falling hard, he hits his head 
and waits for all that's dead.
Someone comes and lifts him up 
and gives him food and bed.

No light but still, deep inside, 
a hope is whispered there.
A touch so soft, and hunger gone, 
no thirst, nor cold despair.

His life enclosed inside a trunk, 
provided for his care.
His days are spent in lots of play, 
in starry starry stare.

Beauty blinded by a chance 
and only feels and hears. 
If only backwards, time could be, 
to undo all his fears. 

Blind beauty he, to everything,
yet his eyes show us far.
That deep in clots and clusters, 
there awaits the nearest star.

Owl blind by birth and circumstance, 
has seen much more than we. 
Eyes renewed for bird and man, 
now that would be the key.

~Edlynn Nau~

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015

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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Kerosine

Scared the Jesus from himself
Scared the demons out of hell
You blame the world
Every time you failed
Just ignore me
sweep the ash under the rug
After you burn me
You blame everyone else so well
As far as I can tell
You put the kerosine on yourself


Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2012

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I WILL AND I CAN

I'm going through and i can
Tomorrow there 'll be a sun
After the storm rainbow comes
Someday I will hear the beat of the drums.

Watching my dream fades away
Hoping to see it once again someday
Nothing left on me anymore
But I 'm going to stand once more.

I promise to keep on moving
Even these fears keep on striking
Hardly trying to take me down
I 'll give it a continuous round.

I 'll never let it end like this
Though I 'm staggering and feeling selfless
Tomorrow I 'll get it done
This heart says I will and I can.

Copyright © Reuben Escarlan | Year Posted 2014

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My Modern World

My thumbs jolt around the bright interactive screen, 
little letters appearing with each little poke, 
typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. 
Then the screen goes dark; i have finally awoke. 


The trance of advanced technology is too much; 
lives only exist on little screens nowadays. 
Twitter, Facebook, and many more distractions 
make our long work days quite shorter in a few ways. 


The tease of the modern phone is uncanny, 
hypnotizing its victims into a stupor. 
When one finally comes back to reality, 
the intensity of the world is quite super. 


The sun shines very bright and burns the blurry eyes, 
becoming scared and unaware of surroundings 
fear slightly common in those truly addicted. 
It feels weird now, as if you have grown horns and wings. 


Looking around cautiously many things are seen: 
a strange tall thing with green objects on the ends, 
a large object with others wandering inside, 
just a whole other world un-witnessed by my friends. 


Fear rises in me, but it has just been a minute. 
Feeling like an hour the phone still hasn't rung; 
did i text to someone something i shouldn't have? 
"The waiting is chaos in this world," my mind sung. 


Then the device rings aloud and relief sets in, 
calming my worried mind from the high it just reached. 
I peer at the small reply that took forever: 
"Hey" appears, my heart thumps like a darkness leached. 


My thumbs jolt around the screen as i quickly reply, 
little letters appearing with each little poke, 
typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. 
Then the screen goes dark; i have once again awoke.

Copyright © Veronica Capo | Year Posted 2015

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Lets have a toast

Lets have a toast for the jerkoffs
Lets have a toast for the assholes 
Lets have a toast for the dirtbags
Lets have a toast for the criminals 
Its not all your fault dickheads

Lets have a toast for the vigilant 
Lets have a toast for the lovers
Lets have a toast for the successful 
Lets have a toast for the truthers
Its not all your work independents 

Lets have a toast for the gooks
Lets have a toast for the guidos 
Lets have a toast for the gringos
Lets have a toast for the jigaboos
Nothing wrong with you 

Lets have a toast for the freedom
Lets have a toast for the liberty
Lets have a toast for the human rights
Lets have a toast for the awaken
Its time to have a toast 

Lets have a toast
For creation
lets have a toast
For being alive
Lets have a toast 

03\22/2014



 




Copyright © Christopher Meyer | Year Posted 2014

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The moon

The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.

Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.

But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…

Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2012

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No More Tears

I try, not to cry, 
with no hope grounded till they fly
 in the sky until I realize that death is right around the corner of my blind eye
and I wonder what it is that can make a grown man cry
So I let go of my tears through my unknown lost youthful years 
through alcoholic beers that seem to help me brave past my fears
 which are ever present that they right next to near
 until I drive my cards right with a left steer past every single last peer 
until I strive past my past with No More Tears

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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SHIP OF SOULS

This dreamless sleep 
You are in so deep 
Inner space, 
free falling within 
Your place 

You travel so far 
but you go nowhere 
You must forgive me 
I am not in your space 
...........It is your race 
...........you see 


How can I explain 
what I feel 
When all I feel is pain 
I am not on an even keel 

This distance I must walk, 
for there is no time to talk 

The journey starts here, 
forget your fear 

I carry with me, 
the memories of the souls 
that I knew, 
that want to travel with me too 

This ship full of......... 
lost souls 
Trying to find their way, 
find their goals, 
keeping fear at bay 

This lonely ship, 
passing through............ 
Space 
So many souls, 
passing through 
Which one are you? 

Trying to find their way. 
Me too 
This limitless space 
Looking for your place 

Where is my way? 
Deep space 
Going far 
To distant star 
Another day 
Another place 

So far to go, 
but not far at all 
Nothing to fear, 
far, 
All is here 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Im Gone

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Fear Nothing And Be Yourself

Build up the courage
To get out of the car
walk with you head up 
look them in the eye 
show them your not scared 
walk through the the doors 
face your fears 
don't fire back 
at their comments 
talk to your friends 
don't rush to class 
they can't hurt you 
not anymore 
your safe now 
no more bullies 
they can't find you 
your bullies mean 
nothing anymore 
ingore them look straight ahead 
like they are dead or never exsisted

Copyright © cortni basford | Year Posted 2013

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Behold A Nation

Let's presume all is well
Though we know truly in our minds
That we are still crawling
Like a snail under its shielded carapace.

Let's presume it is well
Though we know we are not yet there
Midst nepotism and bureaucracy politics
In that which our nation is canonized

Furtherance into our country web of hierarchy
Will renounce your reliable imaginations,
Your emotional inappropriate findings,
And your shortsighted quest around time and space.

Believe it or not
Their says must be well felt
Since they are the holder
Of anything go transient tools.

In doubt or not in doubt
Mysteries will sooner than later
Unveil themselves in due time
This is not far from our reach.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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Isolation

How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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A Little Crazy

My poetry is normally thought provoking that its insane 
Word rhyming that can rip up the direct thought line in the brain 
Words so hard they concrete steel bars locking on the mind with chains 
Words bleeding that they mentally leave thought with stains 
Writing my life away before I die in a world with no change 
I take *****in poetry so serious its my only range of life written about our past experienced death pains
 We all going to die someday in someway so we best look for someway in this some kind of day before you lay your head down as you pray past this darkness looking at the sky gray so please Lord help me do something the people can face with the uttermost respect regardless of gender sex or race
 because someday we all going to go A Little Crazy in this crazy place.......

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Loosing A Child

It hurts very much,
When the one's you love,
Are ripped from your very life,
It makes you feel as if,
You are not up to being,
The person you should be,
In this dreary everyday world,
That can be so cruel.
So, think about how your life,
Is running it's very course,
And what changes you need to make'
To better your life,
In order to see the happiness,
Of keeping the beautiful thing,
You have created,
And brought into this very world,
So, you can keep this child,
Close to you in your life,
And watch it grow,
To bond with them each and everyday,
So, the child will never grow up,
knowing someone else,
As Mom and Dad,
Pushing you away from their life,
Till the day,
You will be totally gone,
From their hearts and minds,
Which is the sign of disaster all the way,
For it will be the hurt of a lifetime.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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The Midnight Watch


The Captain bellowed out the order,
soon after the midnight bell;
He said, "batten down the hatches boys,
we're in for a night a hell.

Seems storm force winds were brewin,
a Nor-easter in all it's might;
Sweeping down hard from Labrador,
with no shelter in plain sight.

The Deckies scrambled with precision,
and gave each dog an extra heave;
And never waivered from their duties,
amidst the pounding seas.

The water seeped in where ere it could,
and the cookie stored the mess away;
We all silently knew one truth,
there be no last meal this day.

The skipper yelled, "Hard into er",
as the wheelsman yanked the helm around;
The Mate watched into the blackness,
so no rogue wave would bring us down.

She blew herself out by mornin,
and ragin seas became gentle rolls;
And we silently gave thanks at breakfast,
for we never lost one soul.
 

Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012

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Love gone wrong

Glass shattered-
the bottles melting
that green-eyed feeling overcoming-
but the cause of it was you.
You're wandering eyes neglect me
while you pretend to look away
but I see right through those pretty brown eyes
and you definitely don't want to stay
I'm that safety net-
to a person who's my world
and while you
poke at my eyes
laugh at my fits
I know your real girl
and she's not the person you've been with
for a year now coming up
instead i'm just a distraction
trying to become better than you've had
but you can't even see that
I'm psycho- that's all there is to it
but remember when i'm gone
and realize my worth
that you were really nothing-
but a lesson gone wrong
a lesson that was supposed to relieve the grief
a lesson of love gone wrong

Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2013

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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!

Copyright © Melvyn Taggart | Year Posted 2013

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Across the Way - The Sequel

Another day and the dishes have piled up yet again
So back I end up in front of the window 
I do not glance up, but concentrate
On the dull, dirtied objects before me
I do not hear the voices from yesterday
I still wallow in the grime of gray
I smile in malcontent
As I lather the dishes with soap
Against my will, I look up 
To see a lone, fat man opening a refrigerator
He is shirtless, bulgy, and he looks pregnant
My first supposition is to laugh
But I only look back down at the dishes
Not wanting to stare at the fat man
Not wanting to think he looks pregnant
For sure not wanting him to be my neighbor
Across the way

Against my will again, I look up
The fat, pregnant man is gone
I see ornaments on the refrigerator
Some pictures, some magnets
Family; not so different from my life
But yet, there is a transparent fancy of mystery
A flashy rage of difference in the silence
Oh, so quiet
The blazing sun sprays its light upon the hour
Not only are my hands wet from the soapy water
The deafening tone of quietude
Revels in me a mixture of loneliness and physical heat
A burning desire for something not seen
A desire for utter disgust of my newly found neighbors
But I find myself not disgusted at all
Until I look up again and see a fully naked man at the window
Across the way

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Souless Society

Yeah Im living in a souless society, 
My people keep doing each other wrong so much its hard to get right with me, 
Its so dark with alcoholic violence that I can no longer see the light in me, 
Survival of the fittest I am no longer because there remains almost no fight in me,
 I struggle with death around one in all forms of variety, 
I am so low at times that there can be no one high as me, 
A lot of non-sense for my body I keep buying me, 
at the same time my own people keep fighting me, 
but its time I just say "**** it" 
and kick all that *****to the curve away in the bucket, 
I hate the truth so much that I start to love it, 
Creating a mind full of knowledge gold, a mind full of many nuggets, 
Now its time I face my own truth even if my own people lie to me, 
I can and I will overcome this souless price that seems too pricey, 
**** all that bull-*****I will rise out my own souless society

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

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A Hopeless Being

A Hopeless Being.
 

Oh Lord! Before in hell forsake,
dreams do remove from all the men;
strip them, their hope away do take,
or shall in hell rebel again.
 
The dreams I dream they aren't mine,
but of that learner courting hope,
at nightfall are a humble shrine,
in peaceful slumber envelop.
in sleep such obscure visions come,
while vulnerable am I whole,
the hostile sights my heart do thrum,
in mixed melody is my soul;
their beauty what does signify,
and those faces that are ne'er real!
Now do our breaths they dignify
or negate all --that we do feel.
Is poor most a dreamless being,
with flightless nights and yearnings sour,
his curse is a mind of stable seeing,
disowning growth forevermore.
Isn't useless hope that ne'er pays,
is present yet as thin as air,
though in the eye it always stays,
but to the reason seldom there;
these drinks of dreams I do condemn,
but life and death come from this cup,
I might have given up on them,
but will they ever give me up.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012

Copyright © Raja Nosherwan | Year Posted 2012