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Voices Of The ClockI look up and the clock chimes twelve,
And I witness silent whistles working the night,
Under the flaming furies of crimson candlelight.
Into a grave of loneliness with despair I do delve,
To find happiness beyond my own shrouded sight.
I look up and the clock chimes eleven,
And I hear quiet sprockets slaving the morning,
Under the twitching tears of yellow yawning.
Down in a hell of woe I so long to give in,
But I seek joy before I start my misery mourning.
I look up and the clock chimes ten,
And I see vague gears governing the day,
Under the burning blades of cyan clay.
Yet here in this pit of hunger I'm about to begin,
On a blissful path that led me on it's wondrous way.
Tick tock cries the cogs and gears of the clock,
Managing it's tireless triumph of time,
Over those realities of ravenous rhyme.
Eroding away the most rhythmic of rock,
As I run upon satin sands of lovelorn luck.
I look up and the clock chimes nine,
In a world without worry or fear of feeling fine,
Perceiving it's a
Annihilation Of A SoulIt's a terror to behold,
The annihilation of a simple soul.
How could you be so cold?
All your finite fury is foul,
Poisoning the wisdom of the world.
It's a horror to witness,
The obliteration of a lovely life.
How could you think so less?
All your sacrosanct sin is strife,
Embellishing the mood into a mess.
It's a sorrow to react,
The devastation of a mortal mind.
How could you break this pact?
All your unceremonious umbrage is unkind,
Corrupting the atmosphere of an act.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
Never SurrenderIt's all unjust. It's all unfair,
Why does anyone give a care?
Whether life is cruel or kind,
I reserve the right to laugh than die,
But I'll never surrender to these tears I cry.
It's all untrue. It's all unbearable,
Why are these thoughts in me so horrible?
Whether death is clairvoyant or blind,
I deserve the dignity to question my time,
But I'll never surrender to these words I rhyme.
Black-HeartOh look at her with ivory eyes,
Striking the velvet veil of starless skies.
Is she a draconian demon ready to bring ruin,
Upon those that ripped her life apart,
With every pulsating beat of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with crimson claws,
Maiming the satin skin of monstrous maws.
Is she a bedlam beast desiring to grant devastation,
Upon those who mocked her for a start,
With all the wild begging of her black-heart?
Oh look at her with ebony breath,
Purging the flaxen flesh of devilish death.
Is she a cruel creature who wields her earthly wrath
Upon all who took to hurt with such art,
With the aching echoes of her black-heart?
All Freedom Is LostWhy don't you take a look around?
See that silence is a lonely sound,
That haunts the echoes of an empty heart.
Is it all falling apart before your blue eyes,
Dismayed at all the damnation you will find?
Why don't you take a look around?
Hear that howl of a manic hound,
That breaks the voices in a vacant mind.
Is it all crumbling down below white skies,
Horrified at all the hate there is in your art?
Why don't you take a look around?
Feel that fear I've so eagerly found,
That steals the lies from a liar's face.
Is it all fading away under your vermillion sighs,
Mortified at all the money you will bleed?
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?
InspirationSo many nights of dreaming,
Of wishing for magic and song,
And when I awaken,
My dreams continue,
Leaving me longing
For a world of my own making.
Characters beg for a chance to shine,
And a chance for love.
How can I deny them?
They live a life so different from mine,
They are a part of me.
I wonder who is more real?
They split the path before me
Daring me to venture either way
Neither wrong Neither right
But the choice changes life
Do you jump off the cliff's edge,
Faith as your guidance, only to
Break across the jagged rocks?
Or do you take the HIGH road,
Ignoring the cliff's call, only to
Regret not exploring those uncharted waters?
It's just another game of
We hope to God that Lady Luck's
On our side,
Though we still wish to feel
The bullet's s t i n g
Lefts and R
Fake WonderlandA place where you want to breathe,
But you cannot get enough air.
A place that you want to leave,
But you can’t, you are in despair.
Freedom is something I wanted long ago.
They used to tie me up with a rope.
I am packing and now I am ready to go,
To rebuild, to change it all there is no hope.
In lies we have to swim every day,
To love we are not allowed anymore.
Anything you want you are not able to say,
They throw you in a room and lock the door.
A fake wonderland that no one can escape,
If your body is gone, your soul will stay.
The truth they can no longer shape,
They want to throw it to the sea away!
You freed me from this chain,
Now my soul can for a while rest.
I want to love you, but I am insane:
To alter this realm I try my best!
Nightmare, Nightmare!Nightmare, nightmare!
Lost and unaware.
Drowning in my despair.
Look me in the eyes;
tell me this is fair!
Shelter from these dark skies
is impossible to find.
If no one understands,
how can anyone care?
Tears fall as I stare
at my life,
a wasteland so bare.
someone hold me steady!
Help me escape this fate
before it's over;
before it's too late!
Sickness of the mind,
cruel and unkind.
no respite will I find...
Can't you hear the voices singing
of the death knell?
*Journey*Space ship like moonbeam
No illusion, travelled fast
Time had no meaning.
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mind
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
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
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