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Details | Lyric | |

From The Peircing Of An Arrow To The Cold Hearted Fate Of love

her life is on the tip of his tongue
the sparkle leaves her eyes
an arrow to his chest
drawing her to her death
a feather falling from the sky
the death of an angel
her wings turn blood red
like the color of the red sea
the sword drawn out of the ground
by her own hands
what he could not do himself
she has done for him
He falls unto to his knees
the arrow she had put into his chest
the greatest of betrayals
She asked for her death wish
Holding the ring in her palm
He looks into her eyes
watching the love she had left for him disappear
Falling into despair
Her face hitting the ground
Blood surrounded her body
He watched as she died
He couldn't move from the love that had pierced his chest


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Superman

I'm an alien from Krypton and I'm able to fly.
I'm Superman and bullets don't make me die.
Bombs, tanks and nuclear weapons can't kill me either, I'm invulnerable.
I save at least fifty people every day, that's amazing and it's pretty cool.
Usually, the only thing that can kill me is Kryptonite.
But I did die when Doomsday and I had a massive fight.
We beat each other to death but I was able to return.
My death made many cry, I was touched by their concern.
I have X-ray vision and I can see through everything except lead.
Lex Luthor hates my guts and he says he won't rest until I'm dead.
Last week there was a forest fire and I put it out with my ice breath.
When I got through blowing on that fire, there was none of it left.
I can also make laser beams come out of my eyes.
When people see me, they say "There's the man who flies."
I have a girl who I love more than life itself, her name is Lois Lane.
When I'm Superman, she's nice but when I'm Clark Kent, she's a pain.
Some people call me a miracle but I don't think that's true.
If you're ever in danger, just call my name and I'll save you.

(This poem is based on the DC Comic Book that was created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster.)


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


Details | Narrative | |

Heartbeat

They ran laughing
Into the night.
Hand in hand.
Heart in heart.

Twenty-One, and Nineteen.
Forging new pathways,
Skirting danger,
Laughing at the wind.

It took only 
A second,
A heartbeat,
For the driver
To mow them down.

It took only
A second,
A lifetime
For love realized
to be lost.

But years before
He stood next to his father
Who said the choice is yours.

And the proud young man
Checked the box
And signed his name

Not knowing
That the heart
He gave the girl
Would not be
His to give.

Seven hours
Of waiting,
Praying,
Hoping.

Seven hours
Of holding breaths
And hands,
And the heart
Began to beat

Again.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Lyric | |

Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013


She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | ABC | |

You Left because of me

You left?
Why?
Because of me is it?
It was all my Fault was it?

I did Everything for you to love me,
I did Everything for you to accept me,
I did it all because I love you
But why?How could you?!

You left and break the Promise,
Which you were suppose to not Break it,
Your words were all a Lie was it?
And This is Just a Game then you`ll end it

I was just a Replacement,My Love
and YOU slap it on my Face like how it hurts
I tried and Tried to Move on,
But it still hurts

You were Mad because of a Worthless Lie,
You were mad just like how someone Died
But My Dear,You don`t need to Prove it on me
`cause I know I`m not the perfect one to thee

And Now may I tell you this,
That my Love is never Ending,
Whenever you hurt me
It just makes me love you more...

It makes me Feel heaven to fall for you,
But your life was in hell when I did too
So now I`m leaving and won`t come back
Because you left me Because of me.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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Beside you in time

Standing facing you
As you face me
The words fall out of your mouth
I see them float to my ears
I read them as they fly by me
Leaving me 
Just like you are
You turn to me
And you shot me
Telling me to dig the bullet
Out of my heart
I reach inside my heart
As it crumbles apart
Into a million pieces
As i try to pick up all the pieces
I realize some are missing
And were neverto be found
I see myself
Holding the bullet
As im standing next to you
Holding up a fake smile
Things havent changed
Because
We were meant to be
Even tho you left me
I will be standing 
Beside you in time


Details | Couplet | |

Love Ending With Tragedy

Walking down road of life and 
we're talking. 
Sharing our stories- laughing 
and gawking. 

While expressing the troubles 
that made your day hard- 
A climax interrupted,
The ending was scarred. 

A bridge built to pass, we 
thought it would last. 
Like spilling a glass, our 
moment was vast. 

When all of the sudden- The End of our date. 
A murderous halt- the car 
stopped too late. 

You sniffled your nose, a drunk 
driver dozed...
Then BAM! - Our bodies were 
lifeless in clothes. 

It's noises of sirens we both left 
behind,
And a drunk put in cuffs with 
jail on his mind. 

I loved you a lot, but held off to 
say...
I wanted it perfect- the right 
time of day. 

Now I know there was no other 
way,
But to confront this difficult, 
"I love you" cliche. 

Carpe diem, just live like you 
mean it. 
Seize the day, or die like you've 
seen it. 

Every breath allows you the 
chance,
To rethink your life- ask her to 
dance. 

-Yours Truly


Details | Lyric | |

Tragedy

The most tragic stories
Are the ones
That are filled with most of the love
People have been searching for.


Details | Free verse | |

One Day

Can you please wake up?
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face.
I miss the gentle raspiness of your voice
And the sweet taste of watermelon on your lips.
Your words give me a reason to live.
They wrapped me within a blanket of optimism
Every time you spoke.
I understand the reason why you had to leave,
But you couldn’t even say goodbye to me,
Because you left so suddenly
Why do you have to be so far?
I constantly call you hoping you’ll pick up .
I text you hoping you’ll somehow respond.
But I know you won’t even bother.
You’re off doing bigger and better things,
And I can’t stop you from living your life the way you wanted.
I occasionally walk by your old house,
And reminisce on the memories we shared in that abandoned home.
Like your mom making us homemade lasagna,
And stealing kisses when she turned her back.
But all that is just a faded memory.
Every time I think of you,
My tears flood the corners of my eyes.
I just wish I can kiss your scars one last time,
But the most recent cut
Took you away from my arms,
And moved you to a permanent place amongst the stars.
So I’ll give you this single rose above your grave.
As I promise to see you again.
One day.


Details | Romanticism | |

Do not let me die in Vain

I have seen them
Come and go through dusk, narrow streets,
Some smiling and some frowning.
Down to the River Seine,
On the banks of Paris,
I walk with no one by my side.

I walk past the cafes, and taverns, and hotels.
I see the smiles and frowns,
Which all grow ever so slightly older with time.
I cannot hear the songs of love anymore.
Take me away! Take me away from this lonesome place!
Where the faces grow old and burn to ash.
Ash, Ash!
Dust, Dust!
They grow old, they grow old.
I am frightened to see my love incinerate away,
and turn to dust and ash.

Oh, now in a safe haven, I do not see the dead coming to life,
to snatch me away into the shadows of the dark world.
I drink my wine and eat my bread,
and I live to see you walk through that door.
The faces around me grow older with time.

I wait for you.
I wait, with endless time awaiting me.
I wait, till you walk through that door.
That door that mocks me with laughs of sorrow.
I order another glass of wine,
and drink.

I notice no one is around me now.
All dead and burnt up with age and time.
Expired! Expired!
Gone without a trace!
Leaving behind nothing, but dust and ash.

But I still wait.
Sitting in that chair,
facing the door,
and smiling, for I would soon be with you!
Oh, no wait a moment and see what waiting does.

I grow old... I grow old...
Like the faces before me,
growing old with time,
and burning away with the setting of a sun.
My skin pale and wrinkles everywhere.

I'm dying with every moment that passes.
Please do not let me suffer and die in vain.
Please show me your face,
That is so sweet and beautiful.
Show the glory of your beauteous face one last time,
Before I go and lay down in my chamber of death.

I hear the Reaper's moan and I see his scythe, round my neck.
Please, I beg of you,
Let my eyes be upon you one, last time.
Do not let a man die in vain.
Please...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..




It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..


PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "










Details | Free verse | |

When we pour salt on slugs, when we fall in love

How is it I could love someone I could not win back with a poem?
Or that I could not touch with an Iris?

How is it I could ever find something in someone who thinks the moon is hiding nothing!?!
Or think it queer that I look for dead locusts, to hold in my hands, to bring back.

How is it I could love someone, 
who when it’s over will meet me like a stranger in the park to chat about the weather or a movie and salt the Irises at her feet. Like dying slugs.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Widower

What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.

My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.

Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.

So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.

The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Lyric | |

There Is No Age To Love

A meteor falls down from the stars
Catching fire the faster it falls

She sits in her new house
Sitting in the window seat
Reading a book about wild love
And how fast it grows and catches fire
She watches the meteor shower from her window
She hears a noise coming from the hallway
She creeps around the corner
As she follows the sound to the attic
She opens the creaking attic door
A young man sits before the window
In an old red chair
Half falling apart
He is facing her 
With the back of the chair facing the window
The attic door slams shut
She gasps for air
She is very afraid
He speeds and surely stands before her
Face to face
They meet
He asks her
"who are you?"
she replies
"Amelius, you?"
He moves back as he turns and his back faces her
"Eric"
He moves towards her slowly
And disapears
A few days past
She wonders where he is
She sits in the attic and waits for him
He appears behind her
She explains to him that she feels like she knows him
He sits by her on the bed
he explains there past life together
He returned to meet with her again
She died in a bathtub
He was holding her
Trying to wake her up from the pills she took
She died
After her funeral
He committed suicide
She moved on and became reborn again
He didnt because he was stuck in the past
He kisses her cheek
And she stands in awe
She does drugs in her new life
One night she was driving home
She was on acid
And she ran into a tree
She was dead on the scene
He shows up and pulls her out of the car
She thanks him for saving her
He reaches to hold her hand
"your cold"
She looks at him
"what? you mean im.."
He says "yes"
They leave together in peace
Where they should have been in the begining
His ghost soul is 46 years old
But his age of which he died is 19
She was 17 when she died the first time
The second time she died she was 19
her ghost soul is 23 years old
Love has no age



Details | Lyric | |

Black Widow

1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red

1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red

1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red

1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red

1 room
2 sides
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red

1 decision
2 stabs of pain in my side
3 cries
4 smiles
The judge says red, red, red

1 boy
2 people
3 arguments
4 solutions
Mine was red, red, red


Details | ABC | |

when i die

I wear a hoody so if I get arrested for a wrong crime
it means I’m automatically guilty
They say I’m the strong kind
But what if it’s the stuff I’m meant to survive that actually kills me?
They ask why I do stupid things and regress
They point and say damn he’s stressed
Then they ask how can you be depressed
When you’re dating a girl with double d breasts
I reply there won’t be a ring for her
I don’t feel a thing for her
It’s just a fling to me
She acts like I’m a king to her
It’s funny and kind of incredible
That these girls put me on a pedestal
But to me what’s most memorable
Is they look shocked when I fall
They think I’m some kind of prince charming
When not long ago I was depressed and self harming
I didn’t ask to be placed up there
Wish I was the guy to tell you you’re beautiful when your make up clears
When I’m gone don’t waste your tears
 I hope you find happiness and escape your fears
So when I die don’t act like I’m the greatest person who ever lived
Don’t paint me with accomplishments I never did
Be honest I could have been a better kid
Make sure all of my faults, weaknesses and downfalls are mentioned
I’m sorry if I never reach the end of my road to redemption
Remember I survived and fought through the depression
Forget the people who only care about what I left them
When I die I hope girlfriends, exs all the people I hurt
Realise I just never knew how to show them how much they’re worth
I hope when I die you can accept my apologies and love
I’ll see you when you you follow me up 


Details | Lyric | |

Demolition Lovers

"This time we will show them all how much we mean"

Walking into the school
Short blonde hair
Stunning blue eyes
Wearing make up on his face
The paint on his face
Is a skilled drawing of a skull
As he passes
Everyone starres
He keeps walking foreward
Not looking at them

She enters through the other end of the hallway
Long blonde hair
Deep brown eyes
Also wearing makeup on her face
A skilled drawing of a smaller skull
All the girls she passes
Starre at her
Wondering what kind of girl would 
Wear makeup like that

The Boy and the girl
Meet in the middle of the hallway
They hold eachothers hands
And continue down the hallway

Seeing them from behind
You read on his backpack
"I gave you my bullets..."
And on her bag you can see
"And i gave you my love"
They walk out of the school together
All the teachers starring
All the students watching there every move
They walk straight out to his car
A black Mustaine 1998
Before they get to the bridge 
He ties there hands together

They drive 10 miles
To a bridge
Theres a hill
A bridge
And a river
Hes going 90 mph
She clinches his hand
He looks at her with a smile on his face
She looks back at him pale as a ghost
The car jumps over the bridge into the river
The lovers dying on empact
Forever tied together by
The rope he tied earlier

Like a bed of roses
Theres alot of reasons
Why we are laying here
As we are falling down into
The pool of blood
I see your eyes
I mean this when I say forever.


Details | Bio | |

Not The Same

I know what we used to have was really beautiful,
We trusted and believed in each other and were so truthful.
Than something happened, something very bad,
I'd rather get pissed off or angry, but this time it mad me sad. 

My mind is clouded and I can't think strait anymore,
I don't know what's going on with me but it hurts me to the core. 
I know that this is just another depression poem for you,
But if this is the only way I can talk to you than I'll say what's true. 

You meant so much to me, I would of traded the heavens for you,
But now I don't know what to do anymore, I feel like my heart got the flu. 
Its really not easy writing this right now cause the blood fills my eyes and its a blur,
My hands shaking like I never felt them shake before. 

Remembering your skin rub against mine makes me even more sad,
Cause now I know that I wont ever be this mad.
I cried for you and I prayed for you, but you still and went and done me wrong,
I don't know if that was a sign from you to make me tough or strong. 

Well I can tell you this though, this feeling will stay, 
Cause I don't know what it meant to you, but to me it was my last day.
So, I am sorry for writing this, but this is what I have to claim,
And not ever forget that this will never be the same.


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Slow Death

It rolled off my tongue like a tumbleweed, 
and you stood there dazed. 
A disease waiting for the injection.
 I laughed. 
Not because I hated you, 
but because there was nothing 
left to do but watch the reality of
 the world sink into your bones. 
You finally understood why the 
stones you throw fall into the lake. 
Not because of gravity,
 but because they're old souls 
too tired of keeping their heads above water.
 Just like us. 
We were drowning each other. 
Maybe love is too dense, 
maybe mankind too shallow?  
Or maybe we're just a bunch of filthy 
 animals that should have never came up 
with such a fairy tale like love in the first place.
 But we did, 
and here we are in the midst of a chapter
 barely breathing between sighs 
that lie to us both. 
Bodies that yearn for one another 
knowing that we admittedly barely adjust
 each day to the other's mental inclinations.
 Heavy with lust our souls twist,
 bend, and almost break under the 
feeling that made them come alive. 
It has become an infection! 
"I don't know how I'm going to survive you."
 
 -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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in my mind

so ways i wish people could see why i write what i do 
see what i see 
or even feel what has been felt 
would you all really judge how i act would you really hurt me like you all have
i know everyone has it rough but does that mean you put me down for handling it the way i do
if anything you push me farther and to my breaking point
you should see the damage you have done 
see the pain you put me thro 
realize that maybe just maybe somethings truly wrong instead of assuming i just want attention
maybe my mind is a bit unstable 
and maybe my heart isn't as strong as it once was but that doesn't make me any different
so why hold all this against me 
why make things worse
why be the reason someone decides to give up
showing you whats going through my heart and whats ripping at my mind is my way of showing you i truly am broken 
you say there's no fixing it but do you really even wanna try
do you really find me worth all the troubles
when you said i love you was it all some big joke 
was it a way of filling some crappy void in your life
if i was to disappear you could care less if i were to die would you even be sad 
knowing that your love was all fake doesn't make it easier to forget it makes it harder to realize my own ignorance
you knew how hurt i was when you first came into my life but you didn't care you found your source of amusement and you didn't care if it killed me 
well in a way i am dead, dead inside 
nothing moves no tears are cried
a beat less heart a shallow soul 
i guess dying really isnt that easy 
but neither is watching someone rip you apart 
its kinda the same in some ways i think dying would be better 
nothing to live for 
no strings holding you to this pathetic thing called life
no words could hurt you
no dreams to be crushed 
but why is it bad always happens to someone so good so pure
why does everything have to go wrong why cant something just go right for once
i know this sounds bad and it may sound like a plea for death but its a way of dealing with fear dealing with mixed emotions
dealing with what i guess wasnt meant to be 
its hard to shake off what people are saying we all know that by now
the love people once held never lasts or it never will be found
emotions are meant to be hidden because no one truly wants to be the burden on someone life
or to feel like they aint worth anything i guess this is a way of crying out for help
a way of saying please save me please just please be the one that makes it ok 
be the one that numbs pain


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Chapter 27

Dear Ma I don't mean to write a letter and flee,
but it seems I got the Devil in me.
This average Joe tested my manhood and now
I have to teach him a lesson,
bullet wounds to his chest will leave him breathless
"I'll be out in a second."
Slipped on my jeans, tank top, t-shirt and jacket,
and my Nike's, gray gloc, I'm nervous but fact is.
When I see him won't stop from merkin' this bastard,
Send him to Jenah all shot curdled up in casket.
Before I leave I hit the kitchen
for breakfast I'm hungry,
a couple candy bars, drinks, some
wheat breat and turkey.
Some pocket money I hit the door in a hurry
I left a letter on the kitchen table when mom reads it
"Lord Have Mercy!"
I had the stash in my pack jumped in the Lac put my pack
in the back gave Chief dap put the,
match to my black relaxed and chatted casually,
"Chief I think he hussles right up the block, him we gonna have to see."
The Reaper he gonna have to meet,
this son of a b---h caught me in an alley
put a gat to me and took my cash from me.
Swung his fist and tap my cheek see I ain't have to bleed
I hope he with his boys I'll rat a tat his peeps "they all no match for me."
I think the Devil's after me, please calm down
laugh and breath
don't get overheated cause he can blast at you.
"Chief I see him on 22nd, right their with the all white Sean John
and my diamond cut necklace!"

-----------in the middle of the story, I shoot the person and his girlfriend not
knowing who his girlfriend is, and here comes the twist in this poetic story----------

This can't be happening to me, that's what you'd hear
if my eyes talked
I shot my COUSIN down on the sidewalk.
I didn't know that she was cool with this figure,
if I wouldn't have known that I wouldn't have fooled with the trigger.
I placed my cousin's neck in my palm
carressing her arm,
I looked to the left and surely there was her mom.
I'm sorry, I really am......
Devil says, "It doesn't matter cause for life now you're eternally damned
now give me your hand."

Fin


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Caged Agony

She was caged in his mystery.
Just a glimpse into his soul;
And she saw the anger flow freely.

A father’s blood tainted
And with it came sorrow;
And with it came unspeakable torment.

There was not a person,
That felt the pain,
Its symptoms were distinctively his. 

Whispers like the wind urged him to be happy;
As though condolences could take away the grief;
Each face was featureless, each apology was a fake.

She found him alone and broken.
Within him she saw helplessness;
It was masqueraded by a need to remain strong.

On his shoulders was the World,
The weight of which was becoming too much,
Knees bent from the pressure.

He looked at her and their bereavement was matched;
Both cold from the tears,
Both were searching for their escaped faith.

A child was taken at her word,
Lost amongst the other realms;
She had felt empty.
 
Her sobs at night were heard by none,
Ridiculed by her traumatizing decision-
He saw her standing outcast.  

Their inward screams had echoed outward;
Only they could hear each other’s cries.
Drawn together in unity, a relationship formed. 

They were never perfect for each other,
But their voids were filled. 
They were very much alike, and yet so different.

They treated one another with disrespect.
It turned their love into rage;
This was followed by resentment.

Hands unclasped as their families pulled them apart,
Tears rolled from her eyes and his desperate struggle ensued;
He vowed to someday get her back.

He found himself anguished once more, as did she. 
For who would hold her now?
How would he fall asleep?

They would move on as all lost lovers do,
But no other love could be the same.
No lesson as great as the one that they had experienced; together. 



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This Love Might be Different

Two in love.
Together they are bound
But with each possessing a curse
Broken hearts to be are found
One never able to shed a tear
Even in the face of Death, whom she fears
The other only able to live off of drinking others tears
How can she survive?
She cannot stay strong for all the years she promised
But I give her my heart
And she holds it to her close
Knowing this will kill us
Maybe we will fare better as ghosts
Or maybe we are strong enough
To fight off Damnation
This love might be different
It does not have to crumble like our nation....


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Brianna Shutter - Bitch

Dark is black and black is dark; this is the day we did depart. No more saying it’s ok, no more hugs to take the pain away. You left me as if in rain and gave me unrelenting pain. You’re a wretched whore with no shame. I wouldn’t care if you were dying. As a matter of fact, I’d probably be smiling. I’d make you choke on your own blood; you’d probably take it as easily as eating cum. I’d tear your guts apart with a butter knife, and smother you with them from time to time. But that’s not it, no far from it my darling, I need to repay you for the pain you’ve caused me. Next I’d cut off your arms maybe your legs, give you some beatings with them. Can you feel the pain? Cut apart your chest rip out your bleeding heart. Take a bite, rip it apart. Can you feel my pain? Tear out your eyeballs, shove them in your rectum, crying and pleading. Can you feel my pain yet? No? How about ripping off your ears so you can’t hear? Now I see you are starting to fear. Crying blood and begging for your life. But I end your life with a violent strife. Dearest woman that was so close to me. Why did you make me do this to thee? Your laying in blood and rotten soil, your life no more, I feel somewhat humble. Revenge is taken, my deed is done, you are no more, and in hell you can have fun.