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The VoicesThe Voices
The surface is calm, serene, and coy,
Pleasant to the eye, a delightful toy,
None would suspect, infer or construe,
Demonic storms, beneath the surface doth brew
I am screaming
Screaming to tune them out
Screaming to tune you out
All of you
But all you see is silence
Poisonous words speak the voices,
Hatred, Bitterness, and Bile,
Their arsenal grows, mine becomes weak,
Liars, Tyrants, and Pigs,
Labeled, their heads are thrown over the wall,
Land at my feet, proof that the voices speak truth,
Once my friends, here they lie,
Mouths agape, staring with unseeing eyes.
No room in this world or mind, for a dreamer,
Dreams are the stuff of false comfort, unsightly demeanor,
They drive you to madness, thoughtless wiles,
Delivering misled hope and freedom, childrens trials,
There is no room for a dreamer.
The battle remains, I will not stop,
They will not destroy me, nor my thoughts,
The battlements stand, I face out to the sky,
Angel of the Darkest SeaAngel of the Darkest Sea
In the beginning, there was light…
Cast upon a raft, adrift in a heartless sea,
My mind was imprisoned, clouded with doubt,
I was alone, they could not find me,
I'd fallen from grace and could not get out.
Tidal currents would flow and ebb,
Wrought with words that wished to fly,
To soar above all that held them back,
And part the clouds that made them cry.
The sunlight brought naught but fire and pain,
Soothing syrens of the sea began to call my name,
Guiding my soul into the cool and rolling waves,
A realm of "darkness and corruption" is where I'd be saved.
Drawn deeper through abyssal depths,
Forgotten by the light, who'd all but left,
I found to my delight, creatures of such purity and life,
My soul began to find a strength despite its strife.
Twas from here he came…
A being born in darkness and the unforgiving sea,
His eyes held its depth and flowing beauty,
They held the strength and mystery of eternity,
And those eyes then
Dance of DeathDance of Death
A nameless shadow, casts a figure in blood,
The figure boils and writhes, a demon of pain,
His obsession becomes an infectious flood,
His bile raceing through a weave of veins...
The curtain falls upon the scene,
Phantoms still a silent scream,
The stage is set, the final act,
Let the dance begin...
The darkness unfolds, the fires of rage reveal,
A single mind, with naught but thoughts of vengeance,
Cursed or blessed, she cares not now, her will is sealed,
The thirst for blood consumes, now is her chance...
A dancer's flaws are rarely seen,
Perfect, they must always seem,
The orchestra begins to play,
Here, a curse therein...
A fiery hell, within a poisonous sea,
Acids curdle, air becomes a toxic fume,
Contests of the damned, in a nightmare set free,
Collapsing the world, within a shadowed tomb...
Music starts the rhyme anew,
The dance flows not askew,
A sudden scream pierces flesh,
The dancer falls... and the shadow consumes...
JudgementAccepting things for the way they are,
They call this apathy.
Forgiving people for what they've done,
They call this submissive.
Being silent when you have nothing to say,
They call this timid.
Only fighting when truly threatened,
They call this weakness.
Staying in touch when you have no reason not to,
They call this dependant.
Not caring for monetary value,
They call this immature.
Not walking the straight and solid path,
They call this foolish.
No matter the vocabulary, it's all the same,
I call it judgement.
Betrayed they were, by one they trusted most
A frightened creature, wrought with pain
Tore them apart, when its help was needed most
Possessed by demons of the future
Its will and soul tempted to sins of silver and gold
Found its heart drowning in vacuumous cold
Coerced by ambition and half-truths unrelenting
Judging by terms of insanity and the undead
Those that then became fools, held the hidden truth
Corrupted by hearts of selfish gain
Blinded by unforgiving light, now
Unable to survive the comfort of twilight and darkness
The true home of a healthy heart
Beaten and alone, it wanders back without hope
But the darkness is merciful, and eyes will heal
A new strength found amidst the pain
Fear, a dweller of the light, will fade in the dark
No longer able to take control
That frightened creature, I am
Chains of Fear Chains of Fear
Lost forever, caught in a web of lies
Betrayal of the soul, a diminished will
Patronizing voices feed the fuel of fear
Growing to consuming hate, the fiery doom
Touching the very limits of sanity
The breath of confusion, a choking cloud of poison
Confronting shapeless specters of the past
Disguised and hidden, they taunt their victim
Frustrations rage in flooded rivers
Blood and acid boil from its froth
Serpents of guilt crowd its depth
Consuming once peaceful lands of naught
And their corruptions finally revealed
Chains and cages, impenetrable walls
The dreaded instruments of paranoia
Threaten to bind once more, freedom's newfound wings
Wilt its power into subservient dust
Hope of redemption fades to gray
All is revealed for what really exists
Too little, too late…
But when all hope is lost, pain loses its hold
The courage of emptiness prevails
A cold taste of vengeance,
For time that was stolen…
Guilt, pain, fear… Blood rust weakens the metal they bind by
Nothing New Nothing New
Exhausted by each breath I take
Angered by my very state
Disgusted by my ignorant pain
Undecided and afraid
Beat down in a constant barrage
Wanting to escape; trapped by kindness
A fear of boredum and monotony
Longing for kindred souls, but afraid of conformity and obligation
Hoping for an excuse to be different
Finding only mediocrity and lack of will
And a failing of reality
Nothing but whining and complaints
Joy seems futile and fleeting at best
Where is the peace? The center of calm?
A web of confusion broken only briefly
By rare feats of will, which degenerate as fast as they form
Searching for confidence, but which path to take?
I don't want to be like everyone else…
If nothing really changes, nothing is new
What is the point? So what if it's new to you?
The mood never changes, only the façade
Wisdom hidden in a web of lies
The world just got boring again
Purpose is elusive, delusion is preferred
Hope blinds all to the obvious
Curiosity and stubbornness keeps
Crossed Boundaries~Crossed Boundaries~
Within this realm, many worlds reside,
Divided by glass, molten in time;
Through the crystal, spatial distance warps,
The onlookers' perception; and thwarts,
The truth of the world inside...
...Light distorts as the distance grows,
Refracted and absorbed by
The properties of the crystal medium;
Fear keeps these plasmic barriers intact
For many hazards surround the crossing of boundaries...
...As new distortions warp familiar worlds,
And others, more visible become,
A foreign perception of identical divides,
Barriers which possess unique transluscence,
Bring forth new angles of light and shadow...
... The only thing in common?...
... Every window has two sides...
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love makes us hit
love makes the world go round
love makes the world go crashing down
love makes things simple
love makes things impossible
love is always worth it
love is never worth it
love makes us smarter
love makes us stupid
love is enlightening!
love is BLIND
make love not war
make war out of love
love is peaceful
love creates fights
love is sooth
SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...
They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.
You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
heart song.this is the song
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Depressing PoemsSorry --
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
Crawling round a cavernous corridor, you fear
Falling from the farthest fortress, you see
Soaring above the sinful solitude, you weep
Wandering in webs of whispered words, they follow you
Attacking the abhorrent abnormality, they leer
Labouring on liquid language, they drink
Drifting through the deadly deaftones, they mew
Murdering in marshes of mental madness, you will find them
Loves labours lost, by
Hates heathen heartstrings
Wars what one wants, but
Silence stills the soul
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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