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Details | Sonnet | |

A Demon Confesses

A Demon Confesses


I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

Note: 
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014


Details | Quatrain | |

The Forbidden Fruit

Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit A special unknown fruit from that one tree A fruit that God said one should never eat Then the snake came to shower the fruit free Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating God didn’t want the power to be known The snake explained that they would be as God Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown We took the fruit and ate it and life changed We now have knowledge, of good and evil Pain and hatred also came along too All that is bad sure did come to reveal God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool But we must carry our sin for all time The curse from the first bite that we did eat And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned God was quite disappointed with humans Hating to give us our just punishment But we were now found walking with figs on Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment To this day we are filled with sin each day Starting right from the first couple’s mistake Now we must wallow inside their bad choice Suffering the punishment we did make
Russell Sivey


Details | ABC | |

Addiction of meth

Emotions of addiction
pulling so seductively

like a long lost love

whispering my name 
over and over 
until its all I hear

yearning rumbles deep down
burning as it rises
like bile in my throat

So conniving in its game 
of love and hate

like peek a boo with a child
frightening when it is revealed

turn and run they say
where shall I go

the only recourse is to stay

fighting everyday

as it tries to tear 
to wear me down

He calls to me
i answer and somehow
i have won
a new day is here

exhausted and confused
howling growling in the distance
addiction pulls back

waiting patiently so patiently
to take me back to hell


Details | Free verse | |

My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
love
they are hurt
hurting
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
sick
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
mask
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
everywhere
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
surely
the sound is mangled
twisted
young
desperate
hopeless
mine
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
weightlessness
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
restless
empty
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
blue
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
white
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
unforgiving
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
searching
searching
until
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
burning
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
surely
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
dead
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
darker
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
hatred
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
then
without warning
I hear him
laughing
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
maybe
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?


Details | Classicism | |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac


Details | Alliteration | |

Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Free verse | |

Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horse shoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Elegy | |

Running

I've trained for this. 
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the line-
24,25,26.
I see them clearly now-
My wife, my child-
smiling, cheering
as they urge me
through the echoes
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my 
tunneled view of
the victory line,
through my exhaustion,
through my pain.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in on my targets.
Thousands! There are many!
I can see them clearly now-
a woman, a child-
smiling, cheering
as I slip past
and drop my bags.
And now I am
running
through the 
smoke and through the
screams as runners push
toward the finish line
without legs.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the scene.
175, 176...
I see them clearly now-
the woman, the child-
lifeless, bleeding
as they urge me
through echoes 
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my
tunneled view of 
torment and death and
I can do nothing but
hold their hand.


Details | Narrative | |

The Woes Of Trust

An angel formed from 
lake of purity,a gift to 
mankind-illuminating 
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the 
garden of the elves.

Sent to earth,made an 
abode in a gentleman's 
heart,whom she 
cherished and loved.

As time travelled,another 
fella whom she trusted 
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of 
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost 
snuffed,she feared the 
love of her true love 
would be lost. Alas! bond 
of love is indivisible.

Shattered,with a broken 
spirit she tries to mend 
the pieces....on the 
shoulder of her lover she 
leans,hoping to soothe 
her bruised heart.



Note:
A true story,a close 
pretty lady friend of mine 
was raped by her family 
friend yesterday...who 
called her and told her 
his mum was very sick.
She called me and 
confided in me .
Don't know whether to 
encourage her to call the 
police.


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

Regret

Regret

Regrets I have so many
But one that drags me down
Every time I think about it
My face takes on a frown.

It was the day I left my wife
Though why I do not know
All I know with certainty
Is that I hurt that lady so

I never will forgive myself
The remorse is hard to bear
And everywhere I try to go
The furies, they are there.

I know until my dying day
I never will forget
The day I left my wife behind
It fills me with regret.

8 August 2013 @ 1720hrs.




Details | Rhyme | |

the Night Medic

One day,  a demon in a Medics uniform , came my way .
The Stranger appeared at night duty , only to find his prey.

I lay helpless in a hospital bed.
from recent Surgery with IVs was I fed.

He acted as if he belonged there.
as if it was his job , to be the night nurse in care .

after He injected medicine in my IV bag , to make me weak .
he would violate me as I tried to sleep .

Sleep did not happen and it has been robbed like a thief in the night .
Why , oh why .. did I not have the strength to fight ?

My spirit took flight for Twenty some years .
Only to find a secret place inside , for all my Fears .
 
Hidden in the depth of my Soul..
was a past that was out of my control .

The past continued to Haunt and torture my life .
I was cut by a Surgeon ,  yet cut by a dull knife.

I am giving the pain back to this monster whom came at night in my room .
with the title of Medic and Nurse only my innocence was doomed.

You will not Haunt my dreams anymore .
I have chosen to write, fearful no more.

When i write , I find a voice, a voice i never had.
within the words written , I will no longer feel sad .

Someone will be in charge of your destiny .
we are all Judged by our actions , you will see.


Details | Narrative | |

Nigeria's Kidnapped Girls Outrage

Let me get this straight!
In Nigeria a maniac group of Muslim rat bastards
kidnap over two hundred young girls
and are selling them to sexual perverts
for the equivalent of twelve dollars each
and the whole damn world says: “Ho-Hum!”
Stop this old spinning planet earth
and let me get the hell off of it.
It’s obvious to me that the brain dead morons
among us have taken over the reins of power.


Details | Ballade | |

fire angel

It’s the story of an angel with sparkling white feathered wings,
Whose halo shines bright & voice is enchanting when she sings.
Her eyes had a glint that makes you fall in love,
She brought with her all the peace that was above.
In her mind, earth was a place full of joy & happiness
Until a day that erased all her glee, all her gladness.
She used to think that all people are beatific & pure
Then she discovered most of them were cruel and insecure.
[She became a]

Refrain:

Fire angel
Her wings have turned to flames of hell
Fire angel
In her mind nothing goes well
Fire angel
When you see her you can tell
She’s a fire angel, a fire angel
Fire angel
Anything she does turns from good to bad
Fire angel
She used to laugh now she’s always sad
Fire angel, fire angel yeah fire angel

Red eyes, black hair, always in the shadow
Instead of feeling high she’s always being low 
Don’t get too close to her she could burn you
She’s a volcano who erupted & destroyed everything too 

What could change her back now?
If you know please tell us how
To keep her from being rude
Wickedness has filled her heart
And now she’s falling apart
Please change her bad mood

*Refrain

After she lost each & every bit of hope she had
And when nothing could convince her this world isn’t bad,
She found a bright light in the dark; she found her soul mate
And ended up forgetting all spite, anger and hate.
[She’s no more a] 
Fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel
Extinct fire she’s angelic
[Again…cause she’s no more]
The fire angel
Whose wings have turned to flames of hell
The fire angel
In whose mind nothing goes well
Fire angel,fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


Details | Sonnet | |

To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.


Details | Ballad | |

Coming out of the shadows

When I was a young man
I spent nigh on a year
In an ugly, war torn country
That drove me close to tears
They sent me home before my time
For my health was down a tad
And my nerves were shot to pieces
Like I was going mad.

They said I had the symptoms of
That post traumatic stress
And so they put me on a pension
Oh I was in a mess!
Anger, stress, anxiety
And paranoid as well
Oh, I was in the darkest place
An awful place to dwell.

I tried so many things, did I
To try to cure this thing
Gurus, shrinks, and self help books
But none of this did bring
The sanity that I did need
I just got worse and worse
As I drove all my love ones out
Oh, I was so damned terse.

Then one day I found this pair
Whilst searching through the net
They taught me how to look at me
How lucky can one get?
The looking made my life so sweet
I’m now completely sane
Each day’s so pure and wonderful
I’m through with all the pain.

15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.




Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes

The Eyes

The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.

The eyes shattered and blue,
Watch you,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.

You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
And nightmares,
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.

Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.

-10/3/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Triolet | |

On Cliff's Edge

upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day. whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul I've lost too much, and can't remain whose evil spell did weave such pain my morrow's hopes all died in vain for death I know the bell doth toll whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul. the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind the waves collide on rocks that wait the sea sings dirges of my fate a voice begs 'no', but it's past late I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight. Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)


Details | Free verse | |

Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
BUT IT DOESN'T!
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.


Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


Details | Ballade | |

Guilt and hurt

Guilt and hurt

I’ve heard folk speak of hurting
And I’ve had my share of this
I’ve had my share of loving
I’ve had my share of bliss
But me, I know for sure, my friends
That the grossest of all things
{The mother of the monster clan}
That life can to you bring….

Is guilt, I say without a doubt
It’s the deepest kind of pain
Hurt gets nicely tucked away
But you can try in vain
To remove the guilt that you’ve accrued
It’s like a red hot knife
Just when you think it’s gone away
It’s there to give you strife.

I have suffered deep, deep hurt
That’s suffocated me
But guilt just like a mountain
That over towers the trees
He over towers all life’s pain
And reaches to the sky
No matter how you charge at him
That beast will never die.

25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

No More

No More

Feeling abrupt,
Like a volcano ready to erupt
My soul a hurricane swirling
Around my empty mind and cruel
And forgotten soul.

Pain, feelings so strong,
It cannot be described
On a page with a pen.
I snatch the lunar eclipse
Away,
And beauty of the heart goes away,
No sight, no sound;
No pain, no sorrow;
No smile, no frown;
No anything, no everything.

A soul so black,
A heart so weak,
That love is long gone,
And will never return.

No pain is worth feeling,
And no pain such that I hold
Is worth writing away,
No use in finding love again,
When faced with heartbreak
One thousand times before.
No more pain, no more sorrow.

I shall go and sleep away the time,
Till Death comes calling my name,
And lilacs and violets litter my way,
And a single ruby hearted rose
Dries up and slowly dies away.

-10/3/2013-


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Demon Inside Me

I feel it stirring deep inside

Ready for it's chance to come alive

I try and try to get away

But it's hold on me I can not sway

I try to hold the demon deep inside

But it's ugly head I can not hide

I hope for some peace when I sleep 

But even there it haunts me

It's ripping and tearing my soul apart

I know one day it will stop my heart

It whispers in my ear

It tells me things that I fear

It's eating me slowly from inside

Just to laugh when I cry 

I can't chase the demon away

So I just sit and wait until the day I fade away......


Details | Free verse | |

Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Rhyme | |

On the banks of the River Sticks

On the banks of the River Sticks
I stand and stare 
With my skin so open and bare
In a line formed of lost time
I stand on the banks of the River Sticks
Wondering why the fog is now so thick
Reaching closer the hand of death 
And feeling his cold harsh killing breath
On the banks of the River Sticks
Lined up in rows of six
Crossing over to the other side
No place to run or hide
Hope to god he spares you skin 
But only if you did not sin
On the banks of the River Sticks
All eternity feeling sick
My body sleeps forever to come
But my soul is crushed by death’s strong thumb
On the banks of the river sticks


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartbreak hotel

Heartbreak hotel

There’s a little place I know
Where heartbreak people go
You can stay there for just thirty bucks a day
There people down on luck
They be treated like they’re muck
It’s not the place where winners choose to stay.

The man who runs this place
Ain’t no smile upon his face
He’s just out to make a lot of money
And the guys that work for him
Their faces all set grim
They make sure that this lodge don’t seem too sunny

They kick folk all around
Tread their faces in the ground
They have no pity in their hearts so cold
The head man he’s like Hitler
His manner very bitter
He has no guts, and yet he acts so bold

If you’re ever down on luck
And you’re very short on bucks
Avoid this place its owner calls a lodge
You’d best sleep on the streets
Laid out on those wooden seats
But this heartbreak hotel it’s best to dodge.


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


Details | Free verse | |

The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

Diagnosis

The doctor has examined the patient 
And the diagnosis is clear 
Terminal!
For the patient 
A horrible death I fear 

I am not one for the continued suffering of the patient 
The condition will only get worse 
Day by day and year-by-year 
And will increase as the end comes near 

This disease unfortunately 
Has no cure 
It not a virus or a germ 
But something old and pure 

Its existence has been known 
And continues to endure 
Attempts at a solution 
Have been met with confusion

We have tried for a long time 
To relieve the patient’s pain 
Only to have our efforts 
Die in vain 

The patient you see won’t survive 
But the evil that inflicts him 
Will continue to thrive 

Our solution both radical and insane 
Will offer comfort and remove the pain 

Kill the patient and all the cells 
And the evil will no longer 
Have a home to dwell 

The world can no longer sustain the infection 
It can no longer support the evil deeds of man 
It will soon be time for the patient to be cured 
Through the Resurrection 

Eric (and sometimes not)

 
 

 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Death

The cries in the night as you shed your tears, 
Nobody to console and hear your fears, 
The nightmares as the take control, 
Now I shall show you my other face,
Let the nightmares take your peace,
Let the damnation steal your joy,
There is nothing left for you
There was never anything here for you
Death is a note, thats beauty is black,
As the fire inside let it burn you alive,
Death is friend that will take your pain, 
Let your pain fester, and infect,
Do what you wish before I interject,
Death is brother who needs your love,
The Funeral Pyres burn your soul.
Welcome to world where damnation reigns,
We all will die someday,
And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide,
Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note,
A note that rules you


Details | Free verse | |

Pawn

And so do I fall, and so do I fail,
Falling so deeply into this destructive void,
Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh.

To not know what is ahead,
How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become,
Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me.

Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all.

Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society?
So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is.

As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil.

So easy is it to see.

Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tied to the Train Tacks

Tell me that you think I'm Special,
While I'm hog-tied to the trestles
As I await the train to crush my pain-
Too many Demons have I wrestled!


Details | I do not know? | |

Shadows -part 2

.....Once those chains are broken
And the pain and anger has deceased,
The broken hearts and battered lives 
Have yet to be relieved.
Relieved from all the burdens,
Weighing down their lives.
Breaking apart their families,
And wanting one to die.
An out burst feeling of utter joy
Fills within their hearts.
Their wounds are healed and scars are stitched 
And one given a chance for a new start.
A chance to get rid of 
All the ugly things inside
To make yourself whole again,
And get rid of all the pride.
A chance to be happy, 
Joyful and alive.
A chance to realize 
That we need to trust GOD with our lives.
So as long as there will be hate and pain 
And dishonesty in our hearts,
They will never go away
Until we make a new start.
So don't let them in your homes,
Your car or at your jobs.
Where there is evil there are shadows,
Seeking lives to tear apart.
Before you enter the door to your home
Say a little prayer.
Let EVERY  evil spirit be known
That GOD is your saviour and dwells there.
That they will not be allowed entrance
Into the pathways of your home.
That they will leave and go away 
For they will be fearful of The LORD.
Ask GOD to send his soldiers
To guard the doors and windows.
To deny and demon entrance 
Who dares mess with GOD'S SHADOWS.
Pray that any man who walks into your home
Feel the presence of GOD there
And to all let it be known.
To no evil, no demon, no spirit,
Shall enter the presence of GOD.
That good shadow-vs- bad shadow 
Will be fighting the war of GOD.


Alicia Griego 2/12/02



















Details | Romanticism | |

Crying the lonely night away

My heart aches with pain,
As I watch you walk hand and hand,
with him, the man who stole you
away from me without remorse.

See no one comes for me.
No one cares if I ever fall in love,
but it was kind of me;
to build their esteems up and put their hearts
back together;
So they could go out and love again.
I hear silence as they walk away hand and hand.
No, "Thank you", nothing but pure silence.
See love is a game and I always lose
my hand, when I bet all in.
I get kicked to the curb, as he takes my love
away from me.
I can't handle the pain my heart sheds for my love.

I see them go, sit on sandy beaches and give each other
kisses on each other's lips.
Their smiles kill me,
I can hear my heart tear in two,
as a single tear rolls down my cheek;
I cannot handle to hear the broken strings
of guitars being strummed away,
for I can't hear the sweet music it produces.
I am tired, weak, and weary and wanting to turn a blind eye,
as they walk on by with happy smiles,
but I am forced to do nothing,
but stare as the simple life walks on by,
and gives me a smile.

Feelings of saddened emotions,
cut me in two.
I can feel the rage build in my heart.
As my red blood turns from sweet honey,
too fiery, hot lava,
Flowing through my veins.
As I see my love go away,
without a trace of ever returning to me,
It kills me, too see this lonelieness
come my way and sit and watch at bay,
as sanity leaves me in a hand basket.

Love leaves me, and says, "Goodbye,"
as she pulls away from the beautiful rose garden,
that is my heart.
My thorns did not protect the peddles of my ruby hearted rose,
as my love took her clippers and cut me away.
And the mud, dirt and rain swallowed me
and suffocated me, till I was asleep.
Then she went with him, went hand and hand.

I awoke gasping for air,
seeing nothing but black,
and her, with him.
They walking away, hand and hand, kissing, and laughing.
I was blind, and I closed my eyes for awhile,
as my tears forced themselves out of my sorrowed soul,
and I sat there crying the midnight dawn away.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bed Dread

I went to bed to lay my head,
Too scared to close my eyes.
For every night it was the same,
Every night my demon came.

A huge green elf from an old matchbox,
He picks up the box and chases me.
I shrink with fright, I start to shiver,
When I see him coming I start to quiver.

He chases me up, then down the hill,
He chases after me far and wide,
Just as he closes for the kill,
I wake, I'd wet myself.
I cried.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Story Rings True Now

Will I go with the beast Or will I strangle it Just to go and drop the hint Openness escapes me The devil is in my arms May I beat him down With my souls essence A dynasty is within me A gross of pelicans lift me Taking me highly above To where Satan cannot find me I shall conquer the essence Of horrid and painful evil That envelops my very being Should destroy it all And bring my soul higher Or shall I stay in horror With each day deflating me I will succeed in success And my soul with fly Love will defeat all death The harmonious realm bends Moves to my joyful will Luck isn’t the life force Hope and faith and Love Bring me to victory Slamming the end of time Into nothingness The story rings true now And peace is in my heart And love is the focal point And is the center of my existence For all time, forever
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Evil

My words are put together with no restrain.
I am still standing tall in this pool of pain.
Patiently waiting for DEATH to call my name.
Because if I died today or tomorrow it's all the same.
Pulse raising pain is flowing through my veins.
heading to my brain it's getting harder to contain.
My soul is fading away heart cold and gray.
Life style POSTAL I am EVIL prey.
Don't pray for me mom I am beyond save.
because my path to hell has already been pave.
So now I am dodging death won't even close my eyes.
Why am I still alive? Is it because I am curse with pride?
Or is it because my soul is frozen in time?
So each day my heart cries because I am surrounded by lies.
Consumed with EVIL my life can not be revise.
Credits saying that my life choices are cold and despise.
But I am a star heart still cover with scars.
smoking my pain away each night looking up to the stars.


Details | Free verse | |

A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.


* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.





Details | Lyric | |

Vampire

To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises 

So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay 
And arteries filled with a bitter taste 
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire

Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth

So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
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The Will To Want

© Ben Burton Feb 5, 2014

I view beauty with desire
But am seen through abstract eyes
Which begats a mystery
For I don't try to be that kind

The shattered pieces in my wake
As tea leaves wither in the brine
Leave only scarves to pacify
The punctured seal can't be revised

No posturing through symphonies
With trebled horns, but for the one
That is and was and shall remain
While hearts still beat and rivers run

Should I not come before I go
Indulgence can't be quantified
For every itch that is not scratched
Becomes a casualty to time

Yet, with decorum I imbibe
Without deception at the core
Or abrogation of the vow
Unto myself, no spawn of spore

And without mirror to reflect
The bounder from a boundless shore
Inspectors at the terminals
Will fruitlessly try to record

But DNA will not impeach
The gene which flawlessly imparts
Abilities to cherry-pick
The naivete of hopeful marks

So, to ourselves we need be true
From courtesan to bon vivant
And though restraint may be pursued
It will not kill the will to want


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Blood red


Bullets flying and thousands
dying, this is truly terrifying.
Through a blood red angry
mist. Most are no more, shot
down to a blood red soaked
floor. Some are missed yet
engulfed in the aftermath. An
abyss of death, truly blood red
wishing they too were dead.


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Bloody Roses

You look cute,
but scream like a beast,
your sweet voice is in mute,
and your smile has deceased.
No longer in love,
afraid to be crushed again,
feelings in the mud,
countdown to ten,
to a nervous breakdown.
cut yourself to reduce pain,
but still feel the depression,
your tears are like rain,
your heart is full of regret.
Can no longer relate,
shattered the world of love that you've created,
only concentrate on hate,
on those who abused you.
A bloody rose looks harmless,
but it's filled with cruelty,
expect the unexpected,
from deadly beauty.


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1937

Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.


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Help me

I walk around these halls,
Feeling more dead than alive.
I don't want to be here at all,
I'm just praying I'll survive.

Nothing makes sense to me,
Everything is engulfing me.
Will you save me from myself
I'm scared of myself.

I'm scared of what I'll do,
I'm scared of what will happen
I'm lost in this world of fear.
I don't think you can save me.

I'm too far gone,
There's no going back,
The pain has just begun
Where am I at?

What world am I in,
Where have you taken me?
Why can't I awake from this,
This is a nightmare, please help!

This is a mistake,
I don't belong here,
I think I'm dead.
Is this actual hell?

The devil took me away,
He calls this my home.
I do not like it here,
But I have no choice.

I can't get away from him,
He won't let me go.
I don't understand this,
What did I do to deserve this?

~k.t.


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Regrets

This anger that is inside me now is tearing me apart,
    After all this time I find you had been lying from the start.
I am hurting so much from the pain you have caused me,
    By using your beauty and charm so I would not see.
All the lies and deceit while loving you and giving all my trust,
    I will expose your evil ways and mean doings this is a must.
Never  should another endure what you have put me through,
     This I will make sure of if it's the last thing that I ever do.
How dare you break my heart and then treat me so bad ,
      It  takes a lot to upset me but girl you have made me mad.
You've no idea the rage that I am carrying inside me now,
      I will make you regret this one day I will figure out how.
If it's the last thing I do I am going to make a example of you,
      How and when I am not sure of but trust me it will be soon.
You walk away from me as if you've done nothing wrong,
      Believe me girl I will show you and it wont take me long.
Seriously do you think you can get away with treating me this way?
      So wrong you are for that and you will know this one day.
That deceiving the man thats so in love with you ,
      Is something you are going to learn not to ever do.
Why would you ever do this to a man that loved you so,
      I guess this is something that I am never going to know.
This anger inside that is slowly tearing me apart ,
       Blinded by your ways I was completely in the dark.
Just one more thing I must say to you before I go ,
       You are evil  and that's something everybody will know.
TAC
   


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Heartless

In the woods wonders a fool, 
He walks along a sorrowful path.
His soul has fallen beneath the rule
of a vengeful woman’s wrath.

He begs forgiveness from the dark, 
For that is all who can hear his cries. 
Even his shadow refuses to hark, 
as the tears flow from his eyes. 

With his heart she stole the good, 
and crumbled it into the dirt. 
As he begged, broken he stood,
wishing for a way to stop the hurt.

No second chances, no more tries. 
She couldn’t forgive him once more
No amount of tears nor alibis, 
could wash away the bottles on the floor. 

He sipped past his final excuse,
He lost her love now once for all. 
Now he walks to a lonely noose, 
Haunted by the demons call. 

Love has turned her face away
the pain now takes control. 
There were no silver words to say, 
That could pay this poor fools toll. 

As he wanders deep and deeper
his sorrow is overthrown by rage. 
Now as he awaits the reaper,
his heart is stabbed within its cage. 

Addiction has poisoned and made him ill 
It’s blackened his heart and stolen his sight
His anger it boils and readies to kill, 
Demons have awoken in his heart tonight.

A transformation has taken place, 
tonight a monster has been born. 
An evil slithers across his face, 
flowing from where his heart was torn. 

In the woods awaits an angry fool, 
love has left him and he rots in pain. 
He hates the living like an evil ghoul, 
and death runs through his every vein. 

In the dark by damnation's gate
He sits alone and lingers. 
waiting for that woman’s fate
to fall into his fingers. 

He wants her to look into his eyes,
and fear what she has created. 
He wants to kiss her as she dies, 
and whisper why he’s waited. 

He wants his life to be rebuilt,
He wants the heart that she stole
He wants to be free of the guilt,
He wants to regain his soul. 




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Good Day to You Too, I Guess

Waiting for that right moment to say the wrong thing
Cold calculations made precisely
Nothing can go bad in the plan
It's perfect

Time stops
A gunshot through the flash-frozen
A smile at the shattering pain showing
Or more like a scream

The hunt winds down
Everything is still perfect
Everything going according to the plan
At last to claim the prize 

Bring it back dead or alive you say
But that it is too much to ask for
It can kill one so, so easy
Too much to ask for one alive.


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The black lake

There exists a lake, both deep and black as the darkest night, 
Its surface reflects not a beam but captures all life’s light,
As still as death and not a ripple mars its glassy top,
Nothing moves upon its shores to disturb a single drop,

In the lake there lays a keep, rising up straight and tall
It reaches up like an arm of black, making you feel so small
Its sides are smooth like the finest glass no purchase can be found
All that tries to climb its walls falls quickly to the ground
It stares forth with tall windows like thin cuts through galactic space
Its mouth a soaring gothic arch with stony stairs completes its evil face

Within the walls of the bastion of darkness and cold 
Lives something truly evil and ugly to behold
It is twisted and warped into impossibly ugly shapes 
Enjoying the misery caused by others mistakes

Regally enthroned in the highest tower of the keep
It feeds on the sounds people make when they weep
It finds sustenance in the pain and suffering of all
Thus it loves nothing better than when innocents fall
Hidden and protected by its black towering walls
It sharpens it hatred into surgeon like tools

To call such thing as this, alive, would be a terrible joke indeed
It survives, it sustains and it breaths, but alive it can never be
It died some time long ago, when it gave into the dark
Its very existence now revolves around the souls that it can mark
 
This thing was not always so dark and shrouded in black
It was once a being bright with light on a righteous track
But unceasing torture and endless hurt drove this thing insane
It change from bright to darkest night as it learn to like the pain
Now it blocks out its past and its once bright and joyful start
And all the remains its hurt and pain in my broken and twisted heart.


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Insecticide Spray

Insecticide spray

Death is coming 
can you hear the planes? 
Spraying their poisonous package 
Sprinkling down like rain 

deaf to  violence 
blind to famine 
The government convicts and kills 
with without remorse to feel 

death than silence 
confined  & dilapidated 
United states of terror 
New world order 
 creeps nearer and nearer


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Hell

This evil place with torture, pain and cries,
a place void of your makers eyes.
Yet this is not the place that i do most fear
to tell the truth the time is now, the place is here.
You see the pain this world does bring,
 the pain and suffering the victums sing.
A song of hate, crime, and malice
while being riped out of their dreamy palace.
We just sit and wacth them while we wait,
wait for our our own maker to welcome us to the white pearl gate.
This hell on earth has us to blame
for we just sit here and watch as evil play it game.
We should do what we can to bring Heaven on Earth
for then we humans will have our rebirth.
They'll realize what we good men can do
and realize what i said was true. 
That hell or not remember yourself
for your kids will one day inherit your life and your wealth.
 
Heaven hell or nothing at all, know that now is real. the one that goes on does 
not have to exist like it does now. so lets do what we can and make heaven come 
true and not this hell that goes on in our eyes. for as i said, what is not corrected 
now will happen again to the young ones we love.