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lonlinesslonliness is like a gaping hole in one's heart
out which all hope and joy is drained.
if the solitude persists,
beyond mortal limits,
we shall lose ourselves
and become the living dead,
mere bodies filled with saddness and pain.
I am he who lives in thee
I follow you wherever you go.
I wisper in your ear.
I walk miles in your shoe each day.
In the shadows i lurk, always there.
The longer you keep me,
the stonger i grow.
The more you use me,
the weaker you become.
When all is worst,
my work is done.
but i'll stick around
just for fun.
I'll invite all my friends
and enjoy the pity party in your heart.
I'll watch you suffer
and be thankful I did my part.
I'll turn you into my slave
and let your sorrows feed me.
I'll feast on your pain
and laugh at your calamities.
I'll poison your soul
and make you mine.
How can you resist
my devilish smile.
I go by many names
but in the end the result is the same.
To bring suffering to this dying world.
One unsuspecting soul at a time.
Now can you see past the darkness?
Can you see me for who i am?
I am he who lives in thee.
All the negative emotions...they are me.
Cry Of The Fatherless
Father where are you?
I'm all alone.
Father i need you.
Where have you gone?
I feel forsaken in this cold dark world.
The world you've left me to wonder alone.
Dark shadows rise on either side.
You my protector, have left me here to die.
The shattered remains of my heart cries out,
Surrounded by confusion and doubt.
I seek answers but find none.
Darkness clouds my thoughts...
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you you left me alone?
Do you even love me?
Do you see me as your own?
In the ashes of what could have been,
I sit covered in sadness and guilt.
My past i've spent without knowing you.
My future uncertain without you.
Do you see my pain?
Do you see my broken heart?
Can you hear my plea?
For a father to do his part??
I need you father...
I need you.
Come back to me
...and wipe these tears away...
The Mighty Fall
The sky is stained with red
as the light dissappears over the horizon.......
Darkness covers the land.....
Shadows dance by the flickering flames,
as the survivors struggle to keep warm.
Blood dripping from their wounded bodies,
as they wish they were never born.
Biting cold winds claw at their flesh,
giving them little rest.
The rest of men have been destroyed,
and for all they know they're next.
The heavens look on in quiet dismay
as men pass on throughout the night.
Their bodies left behind, they escape.
Their wounded comrades left behind.
Darkness creeps into the survivors' hearts,
as their souls go under attack.
All hope is quickly stripped away
and replaced with saddness and fear.
Why taketh they another breath?
Why suffer they any longer.
Weapon in hand some kill themselves
the depression and fear much stronger.
Is there anyone yet alive...
among these fallen men?
Shall anyone survive...
this day that seemeth like hell.
The enemy closes in on them,
their hands stained red with w
to a certain personTo a certain person
"Near" to me.
Who for all their pride
believe they know me.
In whom much boldness is found;
Much confidence and strength.
Yet, this "good" nature this person posess...
...in reality...is bad.
...for, for all their knowledge
they are ignorant.
Their wisdom is built on fragments of truth
edged with lies.
they are blind to the whole truth
making their words and wisdom naught.
Their lenghthly discussions drenched in ignorance.
Their boldness and confidence, residing in lies...
Yet, of all that is written, they know not.
Their self confidence has led them astray.
Their bold answers are littered with unknown lies.
Lies they believe for they know not the truth.
They make judgements based on what they think
...not what is the true reality.
In this, they fall, and stumble.
Blind. Walking into a sea of lies...
Lies that with ensnare them.
Lies that will consume them.
If blindfolds of pride and vanity
...are not quickly removed.
The Strangeness Of HumankindO what strange creatures humans are!
To scorn the living.
Yet bless the dead!
Why then should one live on this earth?
For while he liveth, he is hateth.
But when he dies, crowds are gathered to him.
If one wishes to see the good in others,
they should simply die.
For death bringeth compliments from the foulest of lips.
Don't you see?
When someone dies crowds race to him.
They encircle the lifeless body of the decease.
They are consumed with emotions beforetime didn't exist.
They shed many a tear from once concrete eyes.
And from vipers' mouths sweet words flow!
O what strange creatures humans are!
To forsake the living,
To nurse the dead!
WE live for WAR
The sight of rotting flesh greet my eyes,
as the smell of death perfume the morning air.
How much more drunk with blood has the world has become?
How many more have offered their lifeless bodiees for the vultures endless feast?
Shall I join them or actually live to see the bloody sun set?
Ha! Maybe I will! maybe I won't!
Why should I bother myself with Life's questions?
There is still much more blood to be shed. Isn't there?
Why drink from the fountain of Life?
When I can swim in the sea of my enemy's blood instead?
It's my job.
To kill as many of the "enemy" I possibly can.
What soldier has time for morals and values?
When our orders are to show no mercy for the so called enemy!?
Enemy! Who is this enemy?
Is it the Iranians, the Russians, the Koreans?
The Chinese, the Americans, the Jews?
Is it Christians? Is it Muslims?
God knows who!
Ah! Here's a novel idea! Maybe it's ourselves!
Could we possibly be...the enemy?
I live for war. I admit it.
I've been trained to kill and de
Innocence DefiledInnocence Defiled
in hails of gunfire
Innocence and youth
from fragile hearts
caught in the crossfire.
If alive, displaced
if not physically.
hands of the young
the scarred future.
seeds of hatred and anger sown.
they rise on the corpses
of those they loved
those they deem martyrs.
Forced to set aside childish things.
Forced to surrender their childhood.
Dolls and toys,
replaced with guns.
Education and books,
replaced with knowledge of war
and images of blood and violence.
The sound of laughter
the sound of gunfire
The seeds are being sown in these broken hearts.
Seeds of war still to come
as hatred begets revenge
in lives tossed into wars
that they did not start,
but will continue to avenge those they've lost.
Innocence has been drenched in blood.
It has been defiled,
Hearts and mi
....................A L O N EThe world quickly fades.
"Friends" disappear into the shadows.
Joy and happiness unimaginable
As the pain of loneliness takes over.
Alone in an overcrowded world.
A world invisible
Unable to understand.
Void of empathy.
Unable to satisfy my needs.
A world hidden in the shadows,
As my pain breaks forth into the light.
I see my pain.
I see my hurt.
Where is the world now ?
Hath not one "friend" come to my rescue?
Where are these "friends", when I need them???
They, to, lurk in the shadows.
Ignorant they are!
Unable to understand!
How can they???
They are void of empathy.
My pain they can never truly comprehend.
The pain seems overwhelming.
My heart drowns in the tears.
Tears tears my soul weeps.
My inward parts in disarray.
My soul weeping night and day.
Yet there are those who judge me!!!!!!
They think they know me
But they are ignorant as well.
They are fools to judge what they cannot understand.
They insult me with words spoken with
Lost and foundI used to fall for boys who were lost,
wandering aimlessly between the mountain-folds of reality.
nomads, they spent the days counting stars and the nights
looking for the sun. their eyes roamed and their hands travelled,
staying in my heart for days or weeks, before continuing to
search for the way to their various destinations,
to the clouds or to the ground
leaving me in place, in a city I could traverse with my eyes
Until I met a boy who was found,
had the universe tattooed on the back of his hand.
he read me like a survey map, knew his way around
my tangled forest of a mind, could trace paths through
my bramble eyes and he could follow the blue
rivers of my veins, would not fall into the railway
tracks scissored across my elbows,
but he was a city I could not traverse with my eyes
I went from being found to being lost,
swimming in his mouth unaware of which way was up
which way was down and I pitched my tent in his heart
one night when he was telling me the way to rome
I'm (not) okay!Everyone sometime in their life is asked, "Are you okay?" And of course, we always give the standard answer of, "Yeah, I'm fine!"
Because it is what we were taught to do. No one wants to hear "No, I'm not." because then what are we to do? We expect that same answer, so when it does not come, we fidget, we get awkward, we stutter, we don't know what to say.
And truthfully, we really don't.
How can we fix a problem we've never been met before? When everyone says they're "Just fine.", how do others expect us to react when the answer is the opposite? That's why we always say we're "Just fine." because we don't know. We're afraid. We're afraid of opening up to others and comforting others. It's not that we can't, but really, what can we do? Give a hug, get some chocolate, be there? That's a little hard to do nowadays.
Most of today's generation is stuck in front of a computer screen, with most of their friends half way around the world. How do you expect us to comfort you
Lonely is sitting a dark room with no one there- the flickering light more irritating than helpful.
Lonely is standing in a crowd- a grain of sand on a beach, a molecule of air in the sky.
Lonely is not special, because lonely is a painting of greys and browns that molded together create nothing more than the parts in the whole.
Lonely is a question, and never a statement, and Lonely is painful in this way. You can never gain closure when Lonely is in your heart.
Lonely tears apart, not mends, and oftentimes you find yourself taking steps back instead of forward- no matter how hard you fight for grip.
Lonely is clingy but detached and explosive but contained.
Lonely is tears with no one to dry them up, and a broken glass with no one to sweep it up.
Lonely is me.
Friends, without benefitswe are not friends,
friends don’t share
one heart, one mouth.
and friends walk in parallel lines,
brushing knuckles not
hipbones and I keep wishing
on the shooting stars
splintering in your eyes for us to be
friends but each time you sigh into my shoulder
how you need this, how you need
me, somehow it almost seems enough,
it almost seems like we are more
than friends but darling -
we are not friends, not even close
and we are not more or
less we just
ChancesIt was completely absurd
Nothing could change this moment
Was it a dream?
Or a sign from the spirits above?
Placing this light
Upon my grasp
Is it a false believer?
Or a truth waiting to be found?
People so welcoming
The last shot
In Russian roulette?
Moments at the right time?
Inconceivably small chances
Leading to the stars alignment
Of being graced
By the presence of each
At first was turmoil
But the essence of each
Eventually showed themselves to me
Sides I would have not known
How is this possible?
Are these figments of my imagination?
I try and realize the reality
Of how lucky I am
The fates where against this happening
Chances more slim
Then the arrow of cupid
Making its mark upon two humans
My astonishment was only multiplied
When freedom reigned
And I could be my true identity
To strangers then
And friends later
Stories shall be shed
And pain will be eased
Through the interactions of one another
Understanding the perils of each
This is the day
I met people
Slipping Into False RealitiesI start to close my eyes
And let the waves of dreams
Drown me in my mind
Slipping into another state of existence
I plunge through the floor
Crashing in to the glass
As I fall through am I suspended in time
And float in an intoxicating fluid
My body is but an entity now
Surrounded by the scenery
Projected from my unconscious
Everything is tangible
But my being remains invisible
Like a cloud of vapor
Lurking down a street at dawn
My imagination is forever
An eternity of different possibilities
Wait for me in this new world
The infinite amount of universes I enter
Unique adventures lying behind each portal
As I am wisped away by what my cranium is brewing
Everything is real in this altered reality
We are all tricked into thinking we are living our lives here
Until we are awaken from the curse of a false life
As we smash through the glass
And gasp for air
Our eyes burst open and receive the light once again
As we return to our own universe
However when n
StoryI know you have a story hidden
In your chest but you’re
Afraid to wear it on your sleeves
For everyone to see. No need
To worry – I’ve seen scarred arms,
I’ve known people who let their
Demons take over their hearts.
Your story is just as valid as
Mine; even if it’s just a fairytale.
They All FadeFirst.
The cliffside crumbles from the earthquake's echoes;
Notes wobble after the song has stopped;
Ants scatter in panic through the soil;
We still try to find each other.
Petals flutter down from treetops;
A lone laugh is absorbed by empty sky;
Sand slides away in the wind;
We no longer care to look.
Fresh rain falls.
Lids flutter open.
A new leaf unfurls.
We find new mornings.
Nighttime reaches from the reveries of the stars;
The worrying mind fades away;
Grains of wonder pass through private lips, asking:
Do you ever think of me?
MothersI see them every single day,
They're everywhere I go.
Their sharp words and overt disdain
Are always quick to show.
No tenderness in their eyes,
And no love in voice –
Short-tempered women, so unwise,
The thieves of children's joys.
They're not the ones who leave in need,
They grant more than enough.
What can be bought they're sure to give,
Convinced that this is love.
They think that they infuse respect
Through their constant yell
That fills those little humans' heads
With fear they cannot quell.
Indifferent to the tears and cries,
They think there's no choice
But turn to methods true and tried –
A smack to stop the noise.
A well-behaved child's all it takes
To calm their stupid hearts,
Conniving at concerns and aches
Of their own flesh and blood.
Self-righteous, they don't ever seem
To question what they'll raise.
They deride their children's dreams
Like they're a waste of space.
How cruel it is to disregard
The one, you know for sure,
Can love you after being scarred,
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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