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Alex W. Poem
I watch the pillars crashing all
around your face
I see you start to disappear
into the altars cracks
Your blood mixed with tears,
your desperate screams
Your prayers for saints lost in
cathedral downpours
Your sins finally catching up to
you
Dragging you from angels arms
Ripping your tattered heart into
bloody fragments
Your chains shattering into
scalding shards of glass
Engulfing you in icy tendrils,
the flames ripping into your
chest
The cyanide in your veins
purging out your unholy
humanity
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Betrayal at its worst…evil at its
best
Eloquently caressed in shroud
of endorphins…
Unknown evils lurking…
shadowed lust controlled by
patience
Revealed at luck’s untimely
departure
Endurance only after ruined
escape
Burglarized by butcher’s
hands…crudely robbing of more
than is initially displayed
Shredded confidence
developing into aversion to
sweet pleasures
Respect ripped away to
expose…
Hard shell formed to isolate any
possible further damaging evils
or healing touches
Lasting scars a constant
reminder…hidden to spare
recollection’s pain
Time worn walls grown weary…
Weak candle flame tempted to
extinguish in screaming wind…
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Specter of a Hero's Tortured
Soul
Forfeiting faith to successors to
sacrifice self for others...he
believes not in himself but his
progeny...
Eternal life and inflexible
determination prevent waning
love...his ceaseless adoration
powerful to the point of self
harm...
Unwillingness to ever relinquish
the shards of his heart...or the
memory of possible fates...
Soul scarred with unfathomable
secrets and wounds...alone and
concealed he is known to not
even himself...
Heart struggling to conquer
inner demons and loss...mind
overworked to find salvation
from hell's burning wrath...
Indescribable like smoke blown
through trees on a moonless
night...
Intricately woven to be as
substantial as the steam which
fuels his passion...
Never surrendering...never
retreating...never giving in to
any opposition...
Steadfast and valiant he will
never be
conquered...unreadable and
undecipherable...he will never
be understood...
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If it wasn't you, would I have to hide it?
If it wasn't "wrong", would you try to fight it?
Would it change anything on your part?
Would you give me a deeper look?
It drives me slowly crazy,
My eyes always needing to look your way
Just because its not the "normal" way,
I'm afraid of you turning away.
Would I still get wrapped up in your eyes?
If I was allowed to really look?
Would these stolen glances lose their touch?
Would I lose these feelings of forbidden lust?
Would I ever regret it?
If i ever tried to forget it?
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Honey I’m not the first whose eye you’ve caught
But damn it all if I’m the same
Like it’ll actually last, I’m all wrapped up in you
Caution to the wind, who cares about tomorrow
I’m crazy for this and you don’t even know
What was I thinking, thinking about you
You’re miles above me and don’t even see it
All I know is how much I wish you knew
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We’re surrounded in a world of popularity vampires.
Overwhelmed by their petty wants and false needs.
Living in a society designed for perfection propaganda.
Secretly devising a way to beat the odds of change.
Forever trying to pass the heart wrenching days with substance.
Drilled into our very brains that every rampant thought is sin.
Gone are the notions of individuality,
The vanishing ideas of self esteem.
Broken hearts and minds tearing themselves apart to serenades of forced conformism.
Beauty within trashed in regards to ideals of false perfection.
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Sitting in these uniform white
halls…
Waiting for that dreaded
bacterial call...
Each time just another Everest
height fall…
Running out of time, just trying
to cling to our pain,
Every filthy prolonging lie like a
sterile acid rain,
Praying that before your clock
chimes, God unlocks your
chains
Every tornado twist of my heart
like a tsunami’s initial rain of
relief,
Just giving way to one more
catastrophic hurricane of my
grief
The times my heart doesn’t
shatter with selfish love are
brief,
Nurse’s news ravaging our
souls, trying to turn you to the
church,
Before you expire into infection,
through purgatory gates you
lurch
A way to get that closure, to
have found sanity in my love to
end my search,
Just the thought, to my
tattered heart like a mercury
stake,
Snatching you from demon’s
and angel’s arms, I insist it’s all
a mistake,
But I know inside, their current
plan for us is just to harshly
take…
**Dedicated to Paul Hellewell**
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Sunsets pass, grass keeps
growing, over your grave and
around your mausoleum.
Tarnished and faded names,
just like your ghost. It's not like
we ever planned this, but it's
not like we never saw it
coming.
Since when is fighting it
easy...even when you were
fighting for me.
Gurneys weren't built to chase
hearses but they had already
prepared for you.
I knew the chemicals were
against us but I thought we had
more time.
I knew you were past gone,
that you couldn't hang on much
longer, but I sat by you and
held onto you as long as I
could.
I couldn't think of you as one
more I'd lost.
I couldn't get past the infinite
abyss that would take your
place.
I will never get past you but I
know to carry on until my time
comes to be in your arms
forever.
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Low Road Led By Black
Potential vanished within the
dark
Flame extinguished instantly
Lights gone dark-response to
oppression
A wink in the span of time
Uniquely minute in sliver of
existence
Unable to overcome
Forced to take the downward
sloped path
Than attempt the climb to
heights
Where the lights stay on
Where the dark has been
banished
Where the slivers and winks are
eternal
Where the oppression fades
into support
Where cowards on the low path
Envy the reapers of rewards as
they spiral down
Into depths so dark so deep
There is no escape but the cold
kiss of the black
The final weak measure spent
To stave off the pressure
To take the easy way out
To leave all behind in selfish
cowardice
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So what if my mind goes blank from just a glance
And just a thought about her makes my depression lift
Maybe too cliché for me, if you catch my drift
Even when its my heart that lifts
I can't help that its her that I've fallen for
I refuse to stop even when she makes life a blur
I just can't stop how I commit this crime
It's fine to most but to others, it's unacceptable
No one ever thinks its something to which I'm susceptible
Perfect religions hate to breed my kind
They hate the very existence of my frame of mind
It's not a crime; it's in my every thought
My every action defined by my will to play for either team
Can't you tell your hatred tears me apart at the seam?
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