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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
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,
Where sole the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
Parchment ThinYou left pencil lead bruises
smudged on my thin ivory skin,
your harsh fingers tracing the lace
of the baby doll lingerie
you pasted to my curves.
The angel wings
tied with tape around my shoulders
(the missing piece of innocence
you thought you could borrow)
weighed me down;
with flat eyes
and marker-blotted lips,
I watched you admire your handiwork.
A nimble flourish of knuckles later,
you slipped me between the plastic
of your photo album
and left my name dripping ink
in the corner--
just another parchment doll
too fragile for holding.
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
Goldfish OriginsGoldfish Origins
little feet patter against hardwood,
windows painted by jet clouds
adorned with light studs like earrings
as the children squeal and run,
swimming in and out every room
like a school of fish.
their arms play fins
and their lungs play gills
as time is laid to rest
with each step.
but as some younglings glide
in the waters of childish antics,
there is one that has strayed from class;
nearby, a teacher frantically
looks for the little girl lost at sea.
a field trip to an invisible building
now an adventure
to prevent a disappearing act,
waves of emotion spike
as the woman searches every corner
for some semblance of the mini hellion.
“Amber! Amber! Please say something, honey!”
Mrs. Johnson searches high and low,
from the closet to the dust-hugged kitchen;
the child is nowhere to be found,
and there is only place left to trawl.
the panicked teacher
throws the bathroom door open
in hopes of finally catching her student,
only to discover a lonely fa
darknessHave you ever woke up and you feel like their is darkness all around you?
You are battling your own mind
You have the worst thoughts go on in your head
Don't want to be around anyone
You feel like you are doomed
You think no one understands
Waking up in the darkness is not a good feeling
Try to think of a good place in your life and let the darkness fade
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
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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