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Death Be Not Proud"Death be not proud" said he
Nor mighty, nor dreadful
for without sorrow, no question of me
No reason follows the will to be
A decent down the tumultuous funnel
Falling skies, and desperate cries
Its only temporary, when it crumbles
Blinding lights, in the darkest tunnel
Amongst the crowd, so alone
Impervious to the powers of peace
Sit upon the liars throne
Refuse to smell the flowers you've grown
Fall into your pit of defeat
You muddied the ground
You ended your street
Drift into your self deceit
Stare at the mirror of lies
Shatter the glass that speaks so loud
No success in all your tries
Yet, you still refuse to swat at the flies?
Now its time for you to sleep
Your dreams of death, feel so weak
Your chosen end now all shall weep
Because, you wallowed in the hole you dug deep
Mirror of DoubtMirror of doubt
Spreading sorrow throughout
Rearrange my synapse
On to the floor I collapse
Words are meaningless so them seem
Not even safe within a dream
Emotional complex wrecks me
Among all I know and all I see
Mask away from the fraudulent truths
This sinister feeling from my youth
Words among me express "relax"
Unable to follow this syntax
Silent cries and invisible tears
A downcast of judgment shadowing me for years
I'll make you laugh, Make you smile
Inside I die all the while
Rotting flesh and translucent bones
Loosely hearing your malicious tones
Build walls around this hollow ground
Fear the words, for inside they pound
The mirror that I loathe to see
Resides something deep inside of me
They should not know, they would not dare
For more or less they will not care...
Poem- Out of ControllMonstrosity on fire
Compulsion of pyre
A frantic romantic
Mental block, so thick
Manic and panic
Take me from my Devastation
Hide behind masculinity
Make her smile, follow weep
Only peace when she follows in sleep
Question me, for what is see
Ask why I stand beside thee
As monstrosity on fire, compulsion of pyre
To say less then I love you, Call me a liar
Poem- DistanceI hate all this distance
The reoccurring instance
Every attempt I make
Denied, for fucks sake
Frustration is complete
For family I must compete
Ownership I do not claim
Just a day, I want to gain
Left alone, feed my mind
Tumultuous anger makes me blind
Bring a gift, my temper, a fit
Alone again, my hands on which I sit
Days closing in, try and try
Left to wonder, beginning to cry
Stomach in knots, firm clenched fist
Feeling the pulse bursting through your wrist
Distance the enemy, destruction of we
The protruding veins I wish you cant see
Traveling in an immobile destination
Please remove my mental devastation
An excerpt from my Dream JournalThe dream that has affected me the most that I can still remember perfectly to this day took place April 16, 2012 between the times of 3:30a.m and 5:00a.m.
It was a typical day full of stupidity and jackass like antics around the 25thave phoenix area. My best friend had arrived back from a marine tour to Okinawa, Japan and we decided to celebrate by have an old fashion sleep over. The day slowly wined down as we stared at his vintage 1984 wooden panel TV set playing Xbox360 videogames like mindless drones. The TV was so old and worn, wooden panels slowly unsticking themselves from the faded black plastic frame. Approximately 3ft to the right of the TV set was a double door swinging inwards. The right door was permanently locked due to a hardwood, tan, table that held the rooms' ceramic lamp in dead center.
Across from the desk, parallel to the TV was a 4ft Wooden desk with an Iron pegged, wooden chair that would creak at the slightest touch upon the back rest. Between this trian
Poem- Just Another Case of FearA mental calamity
Such anxiety ridden
No longer can be hidden
A life threatening possession
Fear, my true confession
Serenity, peace, over and done
Waves of doom
Ill feel the pulsing soon
Walls close in, ever so daring
A kill thrill
Breath stands still
A death envy
And desperate cries
Fear smiling, always hinting
Forgive me father for i have sin
For again i let my monsters win
Unable to stand
Forehead reasting upon knees
God help me please
Make the demons go away
Forever now, not some other day
Hold me close and comfort me
Please release this deathly grip on me
Poem- Because I Love HerFor I wish a smile
Upon her face
No jury no trial
Overwhelmed, Happiness in her place
Reading a closed book
Sit in silence, wait for the call
Taste compassion, just with one look
...The sweetest of them all
Tender lies of sweet truth
A Happy hidden recluse
My spirit sores, no boundaries no roofs
Her timid fear i wish to reduce
Awaken young child
See what gifts i bring for you
Your reality based fears oh so mild
soften your heart is all i can do
Realism is brings mind death
open up to me see what i bring
Release all fear with one deep breath
My only goal is to make your heart sing
Love, contagion of cluster
Surrender unto me oh timid and clear
Dont let your fear bring a emotional fluster
For when you are happy you will know im near
I wish for hope
Continuous mental melodies
With life you can cope
I will dull the extremities
Words of truth are what i write
I will push this so much further
This love may bring a fright
I will not give up, because i love her
Poem - YOUExplanations of how I feel
Your presence is surreal
The unforgiving mind
Never acted so kind
Clamoring, wretched...the beast within
Fear fades, happiness will begin
Vocalize silent cries
Your eyes speak, your love my prize
Anger seethes, brood remorse
Your tenderness, redirects my course
Pave my way
Into a brighter future, A brand new day
Tumultuous, disastrous, spirit falls
Head lifts to your rejuvenating calls
Words of truth and care
Bring me out of the this hell, despair
A vortex, the mind slaughter
Ive met an angel, not someones daughter
Fear, the mind killer
Your being is not a lonesome filler
Emptied veins, replenished, sewn shut
Your pain brings my deepest cut
Smile for me oh dear divine
smile because...you know your mine
Poem- A Feast for the Slow DieingTheres nothing much more for me to say
For I wish for time and day to fade away
To end this life
With the jagged morose-full knife
Come one, come all
Drink as much as you need
Trepidatious and wet
Careless, no need to fret
No sorrow, no pain
The empty vessel that once was my vain
Clear and emotionless
Watch the hungry
With beauty they confess
Lap up the blood, what a mess
Only truth, no lies
Fade, yet glimmer
The final release of this so called sinner
As the last of the minutes begin to close in
Lasting breathes begin to thin
Pupils shiver, eyes close
Skin so cold, as if it froze
The feast stalls, silence strikes
limbs removed, placed on wooden pikes
Gather around, see the man that used to be
In pieces dreams, now he is free
Today Is The Day
Today is the day.
Today is the day that you stop making excuses.
Today is the day you put your fork down and lace up your shoes.
Today is the day you step outside and run like there is fire at your heels.
Today is the day you think of sweat as gold.
Today is the day you fall down and get back up.
Today is the day you feel the ache in your calves.
Today is the day you pant like a dog.
Today is the day you tell yourself you'll do it again tomorrow and mean it.
Today is the day you make a change.
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i was
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
The BirdSo desperate for the love
She couldn't find inside.
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars,
Convinced she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful,
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
Resolutely she found the key
And let herself out.
She never noticed how confining it had become
The cage ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful place.
Along the way,
She found another mirror.
Looking into it....
She found me,
A reflection of herself.
She saw me – herself -
Without her cloak of lies
Leadening her hunched shoulders,
Concaving her entire persona.
She discovered my beautiful colors,
The fine sheen to my feathers
And enthralling grey of my eyes.
She flew away,
But I met her every mirror after
I saw her slouch transform into a strut,
Her shining tears dissolve into mischiev
Somewhere in New YorkSomewhere in New York,
a voice calling,
It was full
of wild imaginings,
of human revolution,
of ideas which
to her heart -
it is right
to be alone
in the struggle...
2 puzzle pieces
which seemed to fit
and did join
and how happy
to be the corner piece,
to lead the rest
to her love...
For she had loved
but only once...
Only one chance
to bring all of it
If she faced
it did not
it did not
change one curl
in a proud
for much can be
In New York,
in her head,
to tatters -
but only once...
Oblivion Rests HereOblivion Rests Here
i have gathered my congregation,
and today you witness my church.
we are spirits, wandering ghosts,
souls holding hands
falling, spreading like rain
racing down windowpanes.
we are a mosaic of loose threads
falling from old scarves,
shrapnel that fell from fireworks,
leaves scattered across mud grain,
and ashes forgotten in wildfires.
but the forgotten souls sew love together,
wrapping whispers and skin
around each other like tornadoes.
and we rain down our message
like the King himself has touched down.
strands of hair, empty fingers, fluttering arms
all find themselves filled with warmth
in free rein, the sky embracing our veins
as we hold space
with c(h)ords of culminating ardor,
vocal cords strumming chants of freedom.
we sing louder than any choir
and hold each other tighter
than any thread count could.
tactile, textile, tensile
strength, we expose entities
with tractile virtue,
healing the exiled.
send Muhammad, Yahweh, Al
What is Isolation you ask?
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
Isolation is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for a reply.
Isolation is not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
Isolation makes you feel worthless.
Isolation has to be the cruelest of emotions.
I know the feeling of isolation.
I sense it in myself.
There's nothing you choose to do about it.
For I've tried everything already.
So don't be surprised,
If I'm gone from this place.
Stop talking, Start screamingStop talking
It’s not enough
Maybe you should try to scream
Everyone does it
Stamp your feet
Slam the door
What you stand for
And when somebody
Has noticed you
Do what all the others
Would do too
Just don’t quit
You like the attention more
Than you could admit
Don’t be embarrassed
It’s what we all do
Everyone denies it
But we all know it’s true
Screaming our opinions
On the whole internet
And begging for attention
Is how we lack intellect
This is who we are
It’s the purpose of our society
Everybody wants to be heard
Ignoring the last bit of propriety
So do what you think is right
Scream whatever comes in mind
Do anything you can do
To make someone notice you
The Witch TrialOn the east-bounds o' red-rose shire,
there stands the Pendle Hill.
T'ween rivers Ribble and Hudder,
wind-swept moors standing still.
Walled by the druid stones and wary
hedgerows, Irish sea gales whisper and
moan. For devil soul'd men o' earth
tramp the trails alone.
Demdike and Device, Redferne and Whittle.
Those crones and their blood kin
care for nought, old hearts brittle.
Across the dark old Pendle Hill
They scurry'd and swarm'd. To fear'd Malkins
Tower, Pendle Forests black soul.
Brave Nicholas and Nowell, hid 'mongst
the tall trees, unseen by the Coven
who plotted dark deeds. They led
local men held by fear and thrall,
Captured the Coven, sent to
Lancaster's dank halls.
Trial'd, and tested, and sentenced to die.
Devils and beggars, see
the Pendle's blighters stand nigh.
Hung by the neck 'till the corpses
are cold. Buried in churchyards, with
eyes on their souls.
But one was different from the old
and the ugly. Dear Alice Nutter,
the lady of Roughlee. Silent and
FreehandThe blistered moon,
Yellow and jealous,
peeked into my third floor
city girl's window last night;
Bright enough just to break through
the layer of Arizona red dust
but not enough, still,
to rip my eyes from the setting sun.
(Sorry, Moony, maybe you'll get your spotlight next time.)
I felt the breath shimmy out of my lungs,
heard the skeletons rattle in my closet,
and relished the faux reflected warmth
ripping through the starless skyline;
The twilight smells like storm clouds and poison,
So I take a swig on midnight instead,
burning like fermented acid rain should,
But it has a sweet silver rumble in my belly,
and I detect a tangy--
What is that?
Is it desperation, or last month's rent?
Maybe it's a dubstep remix of rapped jazz?
Hmmm.... more like bottled poetry and a monkey's paw.
Or maybe it's just gas.
Poem- EyesMy Eyes are not one to lie
Pure with each lasting cry
My eyes are some of few
They are the few that are true
They see straight through
Everything,Everyone,And especially you
My eyes can pierce through your souls
Make you feel like walking on hot coals
I can neither see or be blind
My eyes leave everything behind
Showing me who can be kind
And all who have a tainted mind
My Eyes are blind can still see
All the evils inside thee
They can feel all of your hate
Every emotion, all of it irate
My eyes will show you something sweet
The radiant pupils you wish to eat
My eyes are something that are found
To this body they are bound
My eyes are special in every way
You could stare at them all day
My eyes show a lot of pain
But when you see me happiness you gain
When your time has come to the end
When i lean over for that final bend
The last thing you will see
Is my eyes staring back at thee
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
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