NikkiWhosoever - Hello Poetry

*Our earth has turned Our lives are torn We are able to see light no more If only for a second we shine bright We are reminded of our destiny That of which is death We strive to survive We strive to stay alive Being surrounded with demons of flesh and bone Demons who are torn Tattered Look defeated but are actually reborn Reborn through blistering scorn they rise Their numbers are growing We do nothing for god is showing Showing his hatred for our kind Showing his secret and sacred mind We scream We cry For he gives no sympathy We scream We die For he gives no sympathy They feast off our loved one's limb by limb We hear their screams as he dies As she dies No goodbyes Just demise Torn eyes Black skies Reaching at us from above tearing our hope from our chest Our dreams as we rest Our lives as we suppress Suppress who we once were For that is no more Only for so long can we hide our screams We will be found We will be desecrated Piece by piece Our mothers torn and brothers death through scorn Our wives see blood and flesh before being reborn Now one of them they fight it but only postpone Postpone the inevitable The inevitability of turning Turning from who you once were to a demon Your birthdays Weddings Memories become waist As you see through the devils eyes you hunt to feast Inoperational your emotions become Through the eyes of evil you become **** No way out Our end has begun Our god has given up On our petty existence we call success Given up on the killing The thievery The **** The pedophiles This is why we die This is why black takes our sky Why evil is now his ally Why we are ripped apart before we depart into hell We become the hatred we once rebelled The hatred we once repelled Your children ask you why Ask you why we have to die You look into their eyes knowing they will once too be deleted Deleted from existence The tattered flesh and blood is insistence Insistence of his wrath While we beg to his knees He returns to his kin with this disease This plague This is why we hide The conquering he takes with pride Vague emotions to hell we ride* ***This rapture has become our end This rapture has become our end*** -Joseph B Schneider

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NikkiWhosoever

Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC

josephknowhope

Zombie Apocalypse

*Our earth has turned Our lives are torn We are able to see light no more If only for a second we shine bright We are reminded of our destiny That of which is death We strive to survive We strive to stay alive Being surrounded with demons of flesh and bone Demons who are torn Tattered Look defeated but are actually reborn Reborn through blistering scorn they rise Their numbers are growing We do nothing for god is showing Showing his hatred for our kind Showing his secret and sacred mind We scream We cry For he gives no sympathy We scream We die For he gives no sympathy They feast off our loved one's limb by limb We hear their screams as he dies As she dies No goodbyes Just demise Torn eyes Black skies Reaching at us from above tearing our hope from our chest Our dreams as we rest Our lives as we suppress Suppress who we once were For that is no more Only for so long can we hide our screams We will be found We will be desecrated Piece by piece Our mothers torn and brothers death through scorn Our wives see blood and flesh before being reborn Now one of them they fight it but only postpone Postpone the inevitable The inevitability of turning Turning from who you once were to a demon Your birthdays Weddings Memories become waist As you see through the devils eyes you hunt to feast Inoperational your emotions become Through the eyes of evil you become **** No way out Our end has begun Our god has given up On our petty existence we call success Given up on the killing The thievery The **** The pedophiles This is why we die This is why black takes our sky Why evil is now his ally Why we are ripped apart before we depart into hell We become the hatred we once rebelled The hatred we once repelled Your children ask you why Ask you why we have to die You look into their eyes knowing they will once too be deleted Deleted from existence The tattered flesh and blood is insistence Insistence of his wrath While we beg to his knees He returns to his kin with this disease This plague This is why we hide The conquering he takes with pride Vague emotions to hell we ride* ***This rapture has become our end This rapture has become our end*** -Joseph B Schneider

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A child born in grace, precious, innocent, and pure. She bear an empty canvas. An opportunity for more. Born with the God given right to be guided, loved, protected and safe. From the start she was trained to fight or flee. Little did anyone know she was blessed with undying faith. Ignored and envied she quickly became. A mistake and burden they said, she was but an opponent, in an endless game. In competition for her every need. Her unworthy adversary? A burnt spoon of ****** and only a syringe that could fill the need . A pill, a rock, a smoke. Lust, greed, and *** It must be fun. She fought tirelessly but sadly never won. She watched the devils playground grow wild. Long nights sitting cold, lonely and guarded. Could they really hate a child? She held onto her last drop of hope, but no one every came. No one ever spoke. Not even a smile or a hug. They never even mentioned her name. Too young to understand then. She lost the competition for maternal love. Mommy belonged to dealers, withdrawals, and motel men. Baby girl had only her God up above. She must be someone's little girl. Guilty until proven otherwise. Handed a life sentence on a familiar path. Now painfully addicted with no disguise. High as kite on a hot LA night. "She's dead to me now, but where's my other half?" Did he ever put up a fight? Did he ever want me? Does he know I exist? He could know all to well, with no love or care. Was he also lost and sick? Was he missing his little girl or is life truly this un-fair. I loved and adored the idea of what he might be. My protection; my father. Could he possibly love me. Meanwhile the voice inside says "why bother?" He's my only hope for unconditional love and a real connection. My dreams were how I identified. Never considering his rejection. "He's a drunk!" she screamed at me. To cope, I have to believe that she lied. My daddy has to be mine.

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC

NikkiWhosoever

His lost little girl.

A child born in grace, precious, innocent, and pure. She bear an empty canvas. An opportunity for more. Born with the God given right to be guided, loved, protected and safe. From the start she was trained to fight or flee. Little did anyone know she was blessed with undying faith. Ignored and envied she quickly became. A mistake and burden they said, she was but an opponent, in an endless game. In competition for her every need. Her unworthy adversary? A burnt spoon of ****** and only a syringe that could fill the need . A pill, a rock, a smoke. Lust, greed, and *** It must be fun. She fought tirelessly but sadly never won. She watched the devils playground grow wild. Long nights sitting cold, lonely and guarded. Could they really hate a child? She held onto her last drop of hope, but no one every came. No one ever spoke. Not even a smile or a hug. They never even mentioned her name. Too young to understand then. She lost the competition for maternal love. Mommy belonged to dealers, withdrawals, and motel men. Baby girl had only her God up above. She must be someone's little girl. Guilty until proven otherwise. Handed a life sentence on a familiar path. Now painfully addicted with no disguise. High as kite on a hot LA night. "She's dead to me now, but where's my other half?" Did he ever put up a fight? Did he ever want me? Does he know I exist? He could know all to well, with no love or care. Was he also lost and sick? Was he missing his little girl or is life truly this un-fair. I loved and adored the idea of what he might be. My protection; my father. Could he possibly love me. Meanwhile the voice inside says "why bother?" He's my only hope for unconditional love and a real connection. My dreams were how I identified. Never considering his rejection. "He's a drunk!" she screamed at me. To cope, I have to believe that she lied. My daddy has to be mine.

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Sublime revelations flood the mind seemingly genius ideas left to die inside stifling anger left to stir left to assault the conscience faultless enemies never persecuted based on fabrications build up from the fallacies society teaches preaches nameless faces cry these lies I trust and find they'll eat you alive deter any attempt to strive Indiscretion Humiliation Intimidation fight it and realize to stray from the conformist legislations Is to be in the true depths of a life worth living.

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC

NikkiWhosoever

Society's Creed

Sublime revelations flood the mind seemingly genius ideas left to die inside stifling anger left to stir left to assault the conscience faultless enemies never persecuted based on fabrications build up from the fallacies society teaches preaches nameless faces cry these lies I trust and find they'll eat you alive deter any attempt to strive Indiscretion Humiliation Intimidation fight it and realize to stray from the conformist legislations Is to be in the true depths of a life worth living.

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