I've worked hard and invested so much time in these words. They are me. The me I would never let anyone see. These words have helped me get through the darkest pits of Hell and come back with only the slightest remnant of injury.
With that said please enjoy what you find
Life isnt fair. Its just fairer than death. Thats all.
~William Goldman~
He's right. Life isnt fair. Its not meant to be fair. If it was, then the after life wouldnt be special. Thats bout all i got.
Waiting
So much has changed.
The trees bloom green,
Birds dart between the branches.
They werent here yesterday.
Todays a new day.
Tomorrow is another (but thats to distant to consider)
When did this happen?
Flowers blooming, insects buzzing.
They were dead before.
Like me.
Everything but me has changed.
The air is thick with life.
Its all breathing, its all alive.
Yet still i am cold.
Maybe they forgot.
Busied by this rebirth.
Too busy to notice this corpse.
But thats ok.
I dont mind, not really.
I'm fine.
I'll just...keep waiting.
A man who makes a beast out've himself gets rid of the pain of being a man
~Dr. Johnson
Humans are extremely comlex. We think, we feel, we love. As far as we know beasts dont. They just exist. If a man can drown himself in rage he can lose himself, and become like a beast. Hope that made a little sense. Anyways, enjoy these rage filled poems.
Ass
does it hurt when you think
about how broken her heart is.
how many shreds you tore out've her heart.
how much pain she endured because of you.
how she still stayed with you through it all.
does it hurt when you think
about how bloody her wrists are.
she cut herself last night.
she wasnt a slut
so you broke up.
now shes dead.
but you still dont care.
thats fine, but know this.
for what you've done
i'm gonna fucking kill you.
*these last two sound like love, but they arent. they are about the same girl, and while i love her the love is outwheighed by hate.
Riores
you take me down,
or at least you try.
i never understood,
why you wanted me to die.
i served you well,
all these years.
did as you asked,
fought your fears.
but it didnt matter,
not to you at least.
i'm just another meal,
at the devils feast.
Heroine
look at me, stressing over a girl.
theres thousands of them.
and yet its this one that comepletely breaks me down to nothing.
is this love?
for every minute without to be torture,
to beg for death when with.
if this is love i wish it would wither away
and leave me in peace.
but even so,
i crave it.
she sets me ablaze!
makes me feel things i've never dreamt before.
and i swear she'll be my death.
You cant spend your life wondering about what if, cause if you were to die tomorrow you'd never even live
~anonymous~
There are people that go throughout life always saying what if. What if i go to that party, the cops might show and it'll be on my record. What if i hang out with this person, they might be a "bad" kid. What if what if what if. It gets in the way of living. The party might be where you meet your first love, find out you never want to do drugs again, or some other good thing that what if might have stopped. (this has nothing to do with the poems by the way)
Drown
Cant see through the gloom.
cant breethe in this room.
cant shake this feeling of doom.
its overwhelming how the tide
comes rushing in.
sweeping us all away,
drowning the day.
look through my eyes.
we all die,
drowned in this sea
of hypocracy
Finite
Done with this world of lies.
Done living in disguise.
Tired of the rage and pain.
Tired fo feeling insane.
All these years chained inside.
So long, living a lie.
Perhaps this lie has become fact.
If so i'd rather die.
Pressure
Everyday its all the same.
concealing my rage and pain.
still you would just turn away.
its just another hopeless day.
they'll take a few steps closer,
then remember their composure.
they dont want their rep shredded,
they just couldnt fucking bear it.
trying to avoid his eyes,
shamed by his surprise.
Unable to explain,
so they leave him.
Broken. Slain.
Mother nature:she is not a sheath. She is a quiver
~Gary Snyder~
This basicly says that mother nature is not like a sheath, which holds only one sword. Mother nature is like a quiver, which holds many arrows meaning Mother nature is very diverse and varied. Todays poems are rooted in the elements. More specificly, earth, fire, and water. Enjoy.
Green
beautiful, silent
an angel of the woods
black, scared, broken
blind, desolate
ash
Burn
Rain of blood, hail of fire
Inferno burneth,
like one thousand sinful corpses
Winter
Freezing freezing in the ice
all is frozen, all is white
the full moon blooms crisp
Loss
Why do you cry little one?
where has your strenth gone?
did you lose it,
in adolecent pride?
Take heart, wipe your eyes.
recover your strenth,
for if you dont
surely many will weep.
Urban Hell
tap tap tap
the pavement
under my feet.
it burns like molten flame.
i cant help but see the devil
in the shimmering haze.
his relentless punishment
held at bay by green clad angels.
a minute under their robes,
and back to the inferno.
Die
Go away. Disapear.
die slowly, painfuly, agonizingly.
suffocate, drown,
i dont give a shit.
as long as you just die.
let the acid flow
unhindered through your veins.
die in agony
die suddenly
die remorslesly
just die.
