HopeWhat would you do,
When it's all over?
Would you stand up,
Straight as mountains old,
And shrug your shoulders?
It might be;
Your final end.
But would it be worse,
If you had waited?
How could you have known,
This was it?
Would you have just stood,
Back like rivers bold,
And watched it's demise?
Like pariah zealots above,
Gazing down from,
Black flower skies?
Why should you,
Have thought to reconsider?
Would you have just given up,
And let minute things,
Slip by and slide away?
Was it to be your own idiocy?
Or breath of ignorance,
Destroying the fragile dark,
From the mighty light;
This very day?
What was it that made you,
Stay here to breathe?
Was it that inky niggle in,
The chaos of your mind,
And that instinct within,
To just carry on and cope?
Most would declare that,
You are an angel,
But some say without
Courage: there is only hope.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
SmileI like to see you smile,
Just for a week or a while,
You don't need to bear teeth,
Pure as white winter snow,
Because this heartache I know.
I like to see you smile,
Just for a moment or a mile,
There's no reason to suffer,
Weeping those turquoise tears,
Because of those aches of yesteryears.
Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.
For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.
Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.
For I have listened to past laughter,
The velocity while this verse I slaughter,
Where no beast would believe his wrath.
But who am I to state what is rock or sand?
Solitude is the sign where hell is found.
Take my stressful body to a wilder strife,
So I can feel the mildest souls shiver,
In that baptismal fire called life.
To burn in a flame so riotous and rife,
Is the luckiest lie anyone could
Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide note
And upon it's legacy lines
Scribed in crimson ink
Is all her little curios of happiness.
Before misery waddled up,
Knocked over her correction fluid;
Erasing all her joy in a blink.
There's a tape recorder by her side
Skipping a death tone melody;
The silence she hides inside.
Should she stop.
Wipe her days of self-pity and hate
Until she can record a new song
Upbeat to a happy tune of fate.
By her crumpled flat dress,
Glares wild, her knife and her pills,
Though the sight macabre
Only sets her heart ablaze to chills.
Serrated metal to barcode in
A reminder of all her undying pain
And the dark she kisses within.
Numb, she knocks back medicine,
Her bus stop on the highway of life.
Faltering she drops lipstick blade and
To an honest mirror she turns...
What ever happened to
The smiling girl?
What ever happened to
Her innocent future?
Tears fade to a calm stare
Which unravels a soulful grin;
A u-shape of acceptance
To new challenges she mus
Thy Fallen AdamO father, thou hast forsaken me.
Thou hast breathed essence
Into these corpse lungs, and yet
Thou had cast me out
Into this cold black with no regret.
Why dost thou shudder so father?
Thine eyes were the first I
Bore witness to in mine blossom.
'Ere did that grace of life ebb within;
Yet thou did but blench and look
No more upon thy creation no farther.
Dost thou have stomach to embrace?
O father, I ought to have been an angel,
But alas thou hast sewn a villain's face
To hide mine internal beauty.
O father, why thou elude me of love?
Thou elude my diabolic presence
With thy Prometheus hands, and still
Thy plague am I to thou
In pestilence dire I maketh thou ill.
Where dost thou go to weep father?
Look! Even stars insult my frame
Ne'er did the celestial offer me comfort,
Yet thou would dare mock too.
Only shallow rain cries tears ever blue.
Dost thou have conscience to behold?
O father, did thou not dream me as mortal,
But I am a patchwork of nightmares old
As a mirror of thy own cruelt
The Bone CrowNight. Wisps of whispers hollow
Slink through lichen headstones.
Ethereal, they beckon only you,
For blind you are - Still you follow.
Milk beak crooks, sallow skull,
Atop chord-less spinal cord
Glaring out the last flame
Of dark and binding Samhain.
Beads ebony; blisters in pain
Blinking from the void discord
Where death has no life
And the living bear it no name.
From without time and space within,
Stands decrepit in unholy state,
The bone crow - talons outspread:
Etching out diabolic runes of sin.
Echo blood snakes, rancid ribs,
Shows warm intestinal worms
Hiding the primordial fears
Of black and dangerous Samhain.
Claws snowy; glitters with rain
Heralds forth the inferno squirms
Where demons take no wife
And the angels weep empty tears.
To internal dawn before dusk eternal,
Stalks egregious by deistic fate,
The bone crow - feathers unthread:
Alabaster blades risen love infernal.
SquirrelBuckled oak boughs, acorns a-plenty.
Squirrels, fidget and forage,
Nuts mysterious under canopy mists
Elude those frantic paws
A natural instinct that signed no
Line or read terms and conditions;
A natural instinct knows no cause
While the grey out runs the red
And war maims the forest
Until all but acorns are dead.
Coming BackYou looked at me with sunset eyes
Teeming with an ocean’s depth
Waves were crashing down your cheeks
Tears you should have never wept
And I heard a sound I’ll not forget
The slamming front door as you left
In shock I waited as tragedy unfurled
Denial settled into the silence of my world
Without a glance or shallow sigh
You left me here with no goodbye
But in my heart there grew an ache
A pain that, most nights, keeps me awake
And now I finally realize
What I saw in those shining eyes
Not the sunset; the sunrise
So this was never a goodbye
This was letting go.
And now I’m coming back.
Life is a battle...A battle from your very first to your last breath.
You shall not surrender to your persistent bullies,
Draw your sharp blade against these unremitting demons
Fight till they learn you're worth living on this inhospitable Earth.
The diamond armor of your personnality to protect against their noisy scythes.
On this muddy battlefield where darkness swallow the most quiet souls
Never give up until the bleeding moon crushes on your cowardly foes.
Once you'll climb this tough and lonely phase of a living
You'll hear the distant victorious warbling,
And ultimately affirm you can finally live as a human being.
Voodoo NightmaresShe walks through the quarter and is given a wide berth. A Voodoo priestess is what they call her and most of them are petrified of her wrath.
The tourists consider her an attraction; a freakish side-show they must see. Some giggling, some hesitant as they clamor into her shop.
"Look but do not touch," she warns in a deep, foreign accent. They eye her warily and she eyes them right back with a grin all but one of them thinks is pure evil.
"We want to learn Voodoo," says a the boy in the back. Stepping forward he smirks and leans over, resting his elbow on her desk. He's the only one who does't think she's evil at all. He thinks she's just putting on a show with her gris gris bags and her shop filled with useless trinkets.
"I can not teach those who do not believe," she replies, her grin gone.
"Then make me believe."
She represses a sigh at his challenge. She knows his type- a non-believer in the power of magic. She drags a finger across the skin of his arm and she sees in
The Rulers of the SeasonsAphrodite, my dearest epitome of springtime,
Quaffing flowery flares as your dark storm clouds climb
Selfish vanities flooding April's chromaticity out
Ere Apollo's hideous glare shines your May bleached with drought
The golden summer that Ra mercilessly allows
Oppressing heat beats the precious sweat off of your brow
For every child caught giggling with sunlight in their lungs
Another meets black Anubis with thirst on their tongues
As Morigan's autumn, swift as the crow flies
Allowing leaves to stop their begging to die
Knowing change is welcome, killing all she holds dear
Until even Bile`'s cold grasp starts shaking with fear
Loki breathes laughter with a wintery chill
Freezing time with a blanket and life going still
His mischievous snowflakes dancing o'er the land
Until they are melted by Freyja’s impassioned hand
My ReflectionMy reflection
Oh, how I hate that mirror
Please break it down
The nights I stand gazing,
I'm on my knees, begging you please
I don't want to look anymore...
No, I don't want to see
Ghost staring back at me
Driving me to insanity
Stuck in between…
Glass and false reflections
Taking over me
Even I don't recognize myself
I don’t know the person staring at me
I know it’s me
CAN’T YOU SEE!
I’M IN TOO DEEP!
This feeling, itches….
Down inside flesh and bone
Why do you laugh, when I cry?
Why did I do the things you told me to?
You reflect back at me
I know what my eyes cannot see
I will never be free
My arm still burns
Cuts and bruises covered me
Just thinking of it
Gives me a rush
'Maybe two more pounds less
You will look and feel much better'
I know it is wrong
I try not to follow along
But I’m not always strong
I always need more ,
More to feel better
I can't necessarily blame you
When it is me...
I am y
My scars remember youYou asked me if I was doing fine...
"Bastard, you took advantage of my weakness.
You knew I wasn't going to say a word about your experiments on me,
My soul was far too fearful to strive
My throat far too feeble to shout
My friends far too inexistant to get me out of
This vicious circle you plunged me in.
You liked shedding my red cells didn't you?
Drawing nasty flowers on my arm,
With your lethal tools.
Trying to appease my senses with that sadistic grin of yours.
My body engraved of your stench,
Your resonant laugh stuck in my head, sweet dreams became gloomy nightmares.
Give me just a simple blade
And you'll regret each of your breaths.
Dear, be my guinea pig
That won't hurt, I promise...
Or maybe you'll just feel wind blowing on your throat
But I swear...
Once I'll free a foutain of blood
And, once I'll slice your limbs into pieces...
I mean, into crimson petals!
Trust me, after that, you won't feel any damaging stimuli.
That may be unfortunate actually,
Two Sides to Every StoryCan't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if it happens again? | It will never happen again.
How can I call you my friend? | You are my closest friend.
I just want to be happy. | I want you to be happy.
Can I still be me? | Can you accept me?
Letter To a StrangerYou do not recognize my name
Nor am I in knowledge of yours
Though we have never met before
I feel the need to speak with you
To tell you stories of my life
And you provide me with the same
But before we start a friendship
I wish to ask you a few things
Thus, your undivided focus
Is what I need from you right now
Can you pay fervant attention
To every word that passes my lips?
In years past, I have met people
Who love surface phenomena
And fail to dive deeper than that
Refuse to connect ideas
Will you hear the depths of my verse
And perceive me for who I am?
And many of these same people
Have done nothing to assist me
With any hardship I have faced
Have not been there to support me
Do you keep an eye out for friends
To have their backs in trying times?
When there arrives a dire moment
That requires a frank dialogue
And an unfettered honesty
Without any hesitation
Would you call out my behaviour
When it is less than savory?
All these things I ask in my search
For a deep, genuine friends
from your mirror.. with loveStand at me
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
You're Not AloneMy heart goes out to you
'Cause life's not fair
I know it's nothing new
but I still tend to care
You sit down at a table
That was only meant for two
And you're wondering why you?
Why are you Socially confused?
You've picked up the same routine
Fake smiles to fake people
You put yourself above them
Resistant to their pure evil
But where does that leave you?
Silent in a world of communication
Cold in the heat of summer
Ignoring any signs of temptation
But you're so busy defending
You let one slip through the cracks
You can deny it all you want
But he's everything that you lack
And as you sit by yourself again
Talking to him on the phone
Your heart begs to be set free
When you realize you're not alone
DistanceDistant souls on fire,
Hands reaching higher
For another to hold,
For a way to grow,
No time to pine,
Spirits fading fast,
Hoping love will last;
Slow beats of the heart
Quicken when far apart,
Cannot stand to be away,
Do not want to stray-
But what is one to do
When forgetting how to say
I love you?
Dumb, Fat and UglyWhen I was a young boy Asperger's did its trick
They thought I was smart when I was really sick
Tried to be a scientist while the kids played ball
Called it archeology when what I really did was fall
Add bullying and violence and there go the screws
You can't see it on the skin but you can hear the bruise
When my words gets slowed and sped, chopped and screwed
Sounds like the music from America's southern hoods
Got nowhere to go and no one to be with
So I'll play video games while brushing my teeth
One eye on the villain, another on the time that goes by
All of the brain thinking about cool ways to die
I heard my first rock song and somebody explains
Everything written on the idea train
My emotions are defined, my ideas are clear
Some sort of combination of hate and anger and fear
I loved my first girl and since then I'm trippy
I was on top of the world just because she could see me
I'm not sure if this is the exact definition of reject
But no girl ever agreed to go a single night out
Oaki knew a girl once,
with an oak heart and guarded hands
(gloved from touch)
uncrossed her ankles,
let naked fingertips
touch well-read lips, and
her heart kind of turned
i miss that girl,
with the oak heart -
she was tougher.
Dark AngelBeautiful nightly fairy
Your skin is so fair
come from your golden stare
Complexion sculpted in marble
kissed by angels in the sky
Your devilish body is, darling,
the view of paradise
Silver jewels on you
adorning your every grace
But no jewel shines more
than the purple smile on your face
My princess of shadows
So much more than what you seen!
I can feel no sure
whether you're a nightmare or a dream
In the silence of the night
At the mercy of merciless fate
For another moment with you
Hopeful, I wait.
FriendFor once I thought I had a friend:
A real friend,
A friend who cares
A friend who likes me for who I am,
Not one who ignores me,
Or says I’m annoying,
Not one who gets in a mood.
Not a friend like you.
Why did you change so much?
Youused to like me,
Well I think you did.
So why not anymore?
Why don’t you like me now?