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The Death of DreamsThe falling stars
--the foolish hopes of man;
like aching tears of sorrow
stream gently down the darkening sky
to bury deep within the quiet earth
insignificant and unobtrusive
the death of dreams
LeafThe single leaf trembles,
a deep green
If ever a life so filled with tears
could see its promises whispered.
A cup filled, brimming with emptiness,
poured out on unquenched dirt,
the love that it needs,
so violently denied.
spring is near.
An Ode to a BookS01V12B,
like endless echoes of tides
relentless in their seek
a battle never ceasing,
and upon our meeting,
A WhyWhy do you look at me
with those heavy eyes
that makes my heart weigh low?
I know it's not your intent
such things never are
and darling, we're both turned too far.
It's not love, nor friendship
and that makes me awonder
and yes, I want only one.
I have no interest in ever, ever the former
ever, ever, again.
The ComingI see its approach, a cloudy November dawning
set on a hazy morning bright.
The sweet green trees gleam
with pearl sunlight
that drifts through the dew and
dusty white light
that lightens, yet, hides
fears that surface at night.
Though beautiful to behold
the ache it fails to relieve,
you swore never to relive.
Now comes, after the saddest month,
the end draws near
and thus, winter, here.
Futile ExpressionsAnger and frustration
futility in expression
rages without form or meaning
hope or reason
vague and irreverent
to mask the truth
that bind me
It's a blind hatred to open
yet anguish to close
I prowl without rest
while my wounds fester
and I burnish them away
with scarce an eye
batted at the pain
The Best FriendThrough all the hopes and pain
endless nights of screams and shame
Unmoving, still you remained
my silent guardian
giving and unchanged
Though wasted poetry
does move you not
and angry fears will fail
to tame your burning glow
Your presence is a comfort
through hopeless untold years
Burn brightly with your
never will your smoulder falter
Give me now your cancerous sear
my cigeratte dear
your ashen lips I kiss
In the Hidden MoonlightSitting, shaken, memories abound
with nothing but single candle lit.
Although the silence engulfs
it comforts in its prevalence.
Fear, guilt, sadness, loss...
They empty my heart
in unending sorrow.
Pain clutches my physical being,
but its wretched hold redeems.
Stripped bare of my facade,
what is left to see?
An angry, bitter, twisted thing
with nothing there to show.
60 Seconds You know, I wish I could tell you that life gets easier, but it doesn't, so I can't. I wish I could tell you that you won't be that person that drops your dreams on a dime for a dime, but I can't. I wish I could tell you that you won't be that person that sits, eyes aching, heart pumping, body shaking, telling yourself that you deserve better, but you stay because of "love", but I can't. I can't tell you these things, because only you can tell yourself these things. And, we all have those bad days whether it be having to flush your fish down the toilet or finding your best friend sucking off the barrel of a shotgun, swallowing the bullet. Before the bang, he tells you that choice, the ability to choose makes live worth living and to never stop believing that you have a choice, because you do.
So no, it doesn't get easier, but it can get better. You think you have problems, but things can always be worse. You can wish on the stars all you want, but nothing will get
Kneel, Rule, Transform
Anger,Sorrowful, mean, Mischievous
PUT ON GL4SS3S
S4D, L1CK, S1NFF, H4PPY
The Tales of Sir Tim IVUpon The Ogre’s mug,
a wormy frown did crawl and squirm from lug to ugly lug.
When he saw the good knight ride up on noble steed,
Of grandma’s broomstick and sack of rabbit feed.
Sir Tim called to The Ogre in tones that were so brave,
“Have at thee beast, I am King’s own, and I’ll send you to your grave!”
The Ogre rose from his Fisher-Price fort and bellowed a furious, fiery retort,
“You poncy toff! I’m the king, I have a princess and my magic ring!”
Sir Tim reared up and raised his blade,
From Pringles tin and kitchen foil, it was made.
The Ogre growled at the glimmering champion,
Ignoring The Princess’ cries of “This isn’t fun!”
The Princess, you see was tied up in the Canyon of Fire,
In unbreakable bonds of purple skipping wire.
She saw through eyes stinging with sandpit grit,
The Ogre launch himself into a fit.
Sir Tim was pinned, crushed and defeated,
When suddenly a looming shadow bleated,
The Tales of Sir Tim IIISir Tim knew that he must rescue his loyal steed,
Who’d been captured by The Dragon to have some meat with it’s mead.
Sir Tim stalked silently into the dragon’s lair,
And saw the brutish Dragon all covered in golden hair.
It’s eyes were green crystal and slit down the top,
And when it attempted to clamber up the bench, it’s belly would flop.
It’s ears were like arrows, and it’s tail was like a bow,
Although Tim was knight, he could not face this foe.
So Sir Tim picked up a salmon from The Dragon’s own pot,
And when he threw it ‘cross the room, the Dragon got caught in a knot.
Sir Tim crept over to the prison, labelled ‘Moggie’ or something Norse.
He couldn’t quite remember for he was captivated by his horse.
The Dragon hissed and Sir Tim did swear that fire spat from it’s throat,
Then Sir Tim did ride upon his freed steed past The Ogre’s moat.
True MotherIs it I who stand alone, atop this mountains peek? Staring at all the wondering souls searching for a better end? Am I the clouds that watch over all that is, and all that was? Am I the light that guides you? Or am I something....darker? Am I void that shrouds the world? The pain and fear that clouds the judgement of others? The hopelessness and despair that drives man insane? Am I the ground 6 feet beneath the feet of the world, watching all that lived rot and decay? Or am I a being that is neither good nor evil, light nor dark? I am the life and death of all that is, I am the ground in which your feet tremble and the sky in which your heart soars, I am the guide to your destiny and the shadows that tempt you, I am not living nor dead, I am everywhere but never noticed. Who am I you ask? I've been here your whole existence, yet you have never thought to thank me, or care for me like I have you, there are some but many of you ignore me, and because of this I am dying. You are my childr
The Tales of Sir Tim IITwenty steps, they said, twenty steps was Warrior’s Fall,
But each challenger was defeated on the first if not them all.
They were carved from kitschy carpet and were guarded by a rail,
‘Bannister’ was it’s name; the only buffer for those who’d fail.
Sir Tim stood at the top and the earth stood facing him,
For an age, they stood as sentinels and the light bulb seemed to dim.
Sir Tim was facing what he feared, the fatigue of altitude
He tensed, he wavered and he shivered as if he were nude.
Sir Tim was falling, body racing, mind turning to mush,
But he snapped out, and he grasped the sturdy Bannister-and for a moment, the world was hush.
He took twenty steps, twenty steps was Warrior’s Fall,
And Sir Tim had proudly walked them, he’d conquered them all.
i am glassi am glass
i am glass, and as i walk
spiderweb-thin cracks run up and down my leg,
but i ignore them–
because it is the nature of glass
to be frail
when i reach for my drink,
the weight of the cup
causes my arm to fracture
in a thousand different ways.
i smile and take a sip,
and when no one is watching,
i cover the cracks
with bandaids and glue,
until all of my glass body
they are only ever proud of me,
when the cracks are covered,
and i am smiling,
and more than anything–
i want them to be proud.
they must never know how fragile
glass can be.
or they do not want to know.
i will peel away the bandaids,
and wipe away the glue,
and then i will find
that, in ignoring the cracks
for so long,
i am glass no more
and without anything
to hold me together,
i will collapse in on myself,
and blow away.
“but how pretty she glitters,
they will say.
It's realIt's real
The pain is searing, burning, sizzling
Boiling under my skin
Burning me alive from the inside out
Oh god does it hurt
But the hurt is real
I don't know why
But it won't go away
Swirling around me like nightmares swarm around a frightened child
Like vultures around a rotting corpse
Like spiders that feast on defenseless prey
Like wild shadows that hunt upon the light
Like a pain so real
My bones ache
My skin crawls
My mind races
My body trembles
My will crumbles
My fear rampages
And all my trouble's to
They haunt me when I wake
And stalk me while I sleep
They gather round to watch me drown
The bastard demons do
Too YoungSo young to be sick
So young to die
To know before you’re twenty five
Your life on this world will end
And the spirit will ascend
The doctors say “it won’t be long.”
Until you hear the raven’s song
We sit here and wait
Twiddle our thumbs
Day by day
As Fate’s spin the thread
It withers away
Change the design
We beg and we plead
But nothing more can be done
The years tick by
And anger subsides
For nothing is left
But to accept
The unfair sentence
Given by destiny
We live our life
But can’t forget
The unjust punishment
Though we try to repent
The body digresses
And fades away
As we are unable to maintain form
On this physical plane
And through the suffering
And through the pain
We find peace
Our mothers weep
Our fathers cry
But it is our time
To say ‘goodbye’
We wish we could stay
We really do
But with what our bodies have already been through
It’s impossible and though we have tried to fig
The GazelleYou twisted your knife inside of me
Carved out what was mine
Poured your agony into my soul
Left me retching, gasping for air
You let your words pervade me
used your madness to invade my very being
You killed my joy and glory
Brought only silent numbness
You smothered my spirit
You hijacked my mind
You broke my will
You withered my heart
Black as ink the poison spread
slowly through the veins
that clenched my barely beating heart.
With a cold hard sheet
of diamond dust
I layered the shattered pieces
and bleeding parts
So empty I was
I barely existed.
Never knowing, never thinking
Never questioning and never feeling.
"Don't try. Just do it."
Anger and bitterness
Hostility and prejudice
slowly wrapped their desolate coils round my body
like a serpent's around its prey
I was the gazelle,
Not understanding why,
my body broken, eyes glassy and uncomprehending,
as the venemous gaping mouth
devoured me whole.
I still don't understand.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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