andrew-t-hannah - Hello Poetry

I think it's sad where the poetry community has been going. It seems as though deep, dark poetry isn't considered "good" anymore. I wrote a "poem" called #Hashtag as an example of how braindead some people are becoming. As I write this, it has 44 views while the other 25 poems i've written in the past 2 weeks have max 23-ish views. I think this is completely ridiculous because poetry for me was once a place to escape the modern day stupidity and revel in the intelligence of literature. Now all I see are poems about computers and "some chick left me so I banged my side-chick". I cannot even begin to describe how much it bothers me that my poem "#Hashtag" has more views than my poem "From the Benevolent Ashes, We Rise!". It's absolutely appauling. I don't even know how to end this rant so it's going to seem abrupt but I can't continue right now or else I'll end up even angrier at poetry.

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC

Please read this... -_-

I think it's sad where the poetry community has been going. It seems as though deep, dark poetry isn't considered "good" anymore. I wrote a "poem" called #Hashtag as an example of how braindead some people are becoming. As I write this, it has 44 views while the other 25 poems i've written in the past 2 weeks have max 23-ish views. I think this is completely ridiculous because poetry for me was once a place to escape the modern day stupidity and revel in the intelligence of literature. Now all I see are poems about computers and "some chick left me so I banged my side-chick". I cannot even begin to describe how much it bothers me that my poem "#Hashtag" has more views than my poem "From the Benevolent Ashes, We Rise!". It's absolutely appauling. I don't even know how to end this rant so it's going to seem abrupt but I can't continue right now or else I'll end up even angrier at poetry.

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Praeludium in via ... Vidi heri mane quando ridebam coloribus egregiis, Eradere auro , trans tabula caeli , tentorium ... Excelsus super omnes montes mundi mole fratres Nimborum desertum , ubi non sit humana exsuscitatur . Et non vidi nobili altitudo futura ... Bonitas terribilis Vidi , *** indomitus. Et peregrinare in ea carne existimarem Semel tamen divina , Nunc datum est scire , et non confundamur ab eo opus . Ambulavitque *** Deo, quod nunc facio , et passus est ... accentus Proditio amor et passionibus , quamvis non recipiat ecclesia , Divinitatis naturam , ne occulta omnia confitentur ? Audis tu solus in universo ab duces ineptum Ipsos victu pascuntur finguntur mendacii . Sed ambulavit in vobis, ex ea ipsa mundi redivivi , Proelia ante hos annos multos, in carne nostra, amissis vate sacro . Nos sequi vestigia veterum monumentis, ut ostensum est ; Quia ex nihilo nati sumus , et adhuc in filiis tuis, ac spatium vivendi , Latebunt , quo melius in manifesto , vultus ingenio tegmina. Ego sum primus , et consilium ... Memini tamen alta urantur Humanis uti licet , *** aliena michi negotium. Lorem quid ad ignorantiam et extra , Quia vidisti me in tenebris, in ardentem rogum meum . Si sustinuero , praeire , ubi angeli labuntur ... Quis autem, si non satis est dedicata piget. Irrisorie , quoniam ego scio quod salventur , et saepe etiam , Post tantum est **** , et sic esset forma in re firmatam ? Imago Dei , huc ad nos omnes in sanguine ipsius , A primis ad ultima, ut alpha et omega, gladius acutus . Prologus : ( Os meum labitur ) Puer fui servus ad aras tam sacras , Hymnis immaculatorum : et absque iniquitate . Quod *** ipse portabat diadema thons nudus ... Expositum Spiritus meus, qui intellexi gravitatem. Quis credit sanctum profanae habitu virtutum Et illi qui in eo sunt ut carnifices ovis ad occisionem , Innocentes cogit induere larvis ad porcellana et operuerunt capita sua , Et filii eorum diriperent pueritia , vinctus catenis rudis . Sicut teenager : ambulans in naturis hominum omnium adprobante , Et egressus est a me omnes, qui violatores extiterunt in coinquinatione verebatur . Angelo fidem reperto cecidi inveni sanctitati Nomen meum in ea , et curet abluitur dubium inveni . Venit ad nuptias, et omnes dedi uxorem proditione , In solutione huius coniunctionis nostrae et sine intervallo in solitudinem imposuit ? Traiectus mortalis caro mea reliquit me solum in sanguinem , Cor ejus scissum est , absque omni cultu ex ordine funem . Angelus autem meus et leniat iras mansit dolori Mea lux, in vigiliis, in nigrum, quod est victa , Admonens quia carnis mortalitate ... maxime Angelus vult me et tremor et durum accepimus. Et ego factus sum quam ... traumas vitae ac lacrimis Et dimisit , in specie quae sunt post , veluti a me plagas . Nox deinde calor intensior saunas percipimus ... Sicut est mihi in choro , relictum est , nisi ab illo esse extensum , Et invicem tradent , et mortalem , ut impunita essent, sed numquam mihi ... Non tradent ; effundam spiritum meum , et non totum . FYLACTERIUM creare ex omni me , et oculus innocens ... Quod amari posco sum ut carbo margarita alba et nigra ; Section I : Sacrificium Doll Part I : ( litus sanguinem ) Ne revoces me pupa enim priscis recesserunt cavernam Sunt inanima appetant , non realis forma in utero ; A puero bibere rubeam ore exploratores in vastissimam taberna ... Dum nati psallens FARRATUS agros effusi . Vadimus ad domum Dei , in plagis , in magna pecunia debetis ... Hoc non est ad oras Nunc cruore manant strigitu rubra de memoria , polluetur . Nulla est enim me primus ad ignitionem gloriae ... Quando autem mens aeterna , in omnibus placentes, causabatur laetitiam . In stellis ibi verba quae ego volo inauditum revocare, Quia descendi ita pridem apud venire primum ? Sollicitus purus fabrica MYSTICUS chaos genitus antiquorum Mitti expectant limine signa magica. Interdictum revertatur in carminibus meis , Licinius, ut audacia , Quia oblitus est mei fere est: nunc originem , ut tragici. *** filii bibere, et se abscondunt nati seorsum *** aquæ in sanguinem, et super triticum, et arefecit fœnum, et humida ! Signum quod venturum est mutare et laboro mentem. Facies in luna ALLUCINOR in metu torquetur , horror ... Dumque in fauces manu stare super pectus Inter ordines diu frumentum umbra nigro ambula Genus servo meo animas infantium . Aestas flavescunt, Phoebe caelesti audent . Mea sola mcestas lupus sonitum audiri potest , Et *** feris leo in pontumque moueri relinquere ... A natura mihi dolet cupio concupivit paradisus reducat . Vidi terram terror , ut sanguis in sinu Ater sanguis in terra , quae facit viventia ululare ... Sicut **** habet stultitia non dicam prava vel ! Part II : ( Crucifixo et Inferorum Animas Excitat) Nam inertis est gemere pupa altari parato, in sacrificium, In lapidem calcarium, et in cavernam, ubi sunt wettest fingit arcus ! Un - res sunt, sed etiam *** vivit in vulneribus animae , ut in glaciem , In horrore frigoris fictilem , ita *** pedibus non vocavit. Serpentipedi mucrone subrecto , remittit praecise a pupa in collo , Et non potest dici , quia non habet pupa voce clamare. Puer, et egressus est a tabernam , aspectus eorum quasi a naufragii vile ... Ut curem hominem a superioribus agentibus , corpus totum mundum. Infra in concavis locorum asperitate visa petram Magna voces resonare in tenebras , et vocavit nomen tacuit. Eripuit animam trahit nauta Multo gregis Ubi aereum reddet unicuique antiquum signum desideratum . Et venit ad bibendum aquas illas vitae malis mederi ... Porcellana , et liberatus a vinculis mortis obscuris sentiat frigore ; Animas in captivitate , unde nemo mortalium loqui Sed statim liberavit remotis perforabit clavi ... Omnis **** , qui dicitur Golgotha , olim in cruce positus . Omnis autem mulier quoque, ad quod omnes tales sunt tormento Et facta est , dum consummaretur sacrificium insita primum sic infirma est, Et intantum ut nisl tot annis perpessi . Signati post fata diu Quod murus ignis in Terra , Stigmatibus ferre posset ita etiam multa futura! Quod signum erat in manu mea, ut labatur pes meus, et dimittam ... Tamen adhuc vetera perseverare illusionibus , et non possum excitare multos . Ego, qui iam tantum conligati Lorem ferrum quid reale, Factaque est infinita in dolo : Ego sum , et desiderio erat pax. Nam et ego quod negas , nisi aspera ac rudia mei liberatione ; Angelus liberavit me , et nunc inter saevus sigillum frangere conantur . Part III : ( The Return of lux) Qui a mortuis Surrexit , frigidior , ubi de somno , ultrices in somnis , per Et obliti sunt intelligentiae invocatum est super sancta miserunt innoxia verba ... Et inde apud hominem , ut maneat MYSTICUS sequuntur revertamur , Ea aetate in inferno commemoratione praeteritorum. Qui suscitavit eis manum meam , et pugionem eius lumen gloriae, Relicta meae effercio fluere sanguis subito currere libero. Ex profundo flamma surgit millennial amisso puella puer , Quæ est angeli redivivam sinit luce clarius ostendit . Et omnis qui non occaecat oculos ad intima ; Infideles , in momento temporis ponere in obprobrium . *** stellae ab Diua sacrorum opera voluntatis Dum coccineum limen transeat , lucem adfert . Momento enim omnes in caelo et in terris sunt , Sicut dies longus tandem inclinatus ante noctem veniat . In tenebris , claritas multo maiorem et perfectiorem descendit , Eorum, qui dum in nomine meo orbata est devium. Sicut incensum in conspectu angelorum ira animos eorum , occlusum ... Ferrum IRRETUS texturae talis effugere nequeunt carcerem Nam quicquid occaecat vidit lucem et scindit Nisi quia in templis revellens mortalibus irae. Et , postquam ipsæ fuerint fornicatæ infidelium , ut uoles, petulans , Et factum est in excogitando dogma , quod de ratione immemor ? Horrendum non fides sit , tamen ita fecisse , Ante finem exspectent praemia petunt . *** enim , ut est in paradisum suscipit dereliquerunt ... Imago autem libertatis quam servitutis et negotio. Nimia tempus extractam converterat a gladio: **** ut spectet ad salutem in lucem , caeca lumina sua . Antiphon alpha : Quia hoc est ut , barbaris quoque innocentiae gentilitium mendacium vendere ... Numquid et vos vultis emere , aut aliquam nunc forsitan putas, Ad sciendum neque rationi consentaneum neque aetate sapientes ... Quod si non moverent malles *** saltare! Pleni sunt somnia noctes ; Dies mei tantum ... Ego ad bis et quem maxime diligebam , in purpura quoque , et aprico occasus . Ego autem haec imago non ad tangere memoriam tot , Qui replet in sanguinem furoris me , et frigidam desiderio finis . Et considerandum est quod *** in ultima desperatione rerum , in cuius manu mea, equo et pilos in ore gladii , Nam ni ita esset, nunquam tamen inde trans familia . Sed abusus est , ut fuit, et quidem instar caedentes sepem An ut reliquos omnes transcendunt omnia , amice! Ego superfui , transfiguravi ascendi in fine est , Multo magis quam erat, non plus quam diruere animus . Sed tamen , quia speravi in solitudinem , ut a somno exsuscitem ancillam meam in flamma ... Ardet , o superi, ut arbitror , usque uror dissiliunt! De caelo et magis obscurant vestris, et tridentes, et contritio , Audio furorem tympana caelo antiqui gigantes hiemes. Dii irascantur et ecce valide erutas , Uvasque calcantes Angeli hominis Illi autem vinariis ageretur ... Recordatus sum in omnibus navigantibus battleship galaxies , In die ortus nubes inter exaestuans, quod ' vaporem ... Depopulari Sodomam et Gomorrham, ad contumelias ! Ibi eram: et *** impiis non perire denique gemitu. Ut illuderet mihi : et populus , quia ego bonus sum male velle , A Deo est, quam diu tot mala ferre cogetur . Ego autem non sum solus , quia multa in eo et detorqueri Deus remittit, nam adhuc sed non est intellectus ; Section II : Hostiam de Spider Part I : ( Rident Primus ) Caelum non egerunt pœnitentiam super ulcus nigrum est furore , et in indignatione, et in iustitia : Et factus sum caro , quamvis intellectus non mortale . In antro loca , quæ transivi , et dæmonia multa discurrunt , Et locis minus adhuc amor in search of a provocare . In quo autem in craticiis tectoria atria mea, et thronus fuit stabilis ... Et super collem , ubi dolorum laborum animae perit labor in mundanis , Transcendi vincula et consilio fidelium expectabo laudatur. Ignis et sulphur et, semper est dextera arderent super altare ? Ridentem cogo faciem meam : non enim veni , ut velle, Ut in hora *** iam iuvenem, *** proposito aureum ... Quæ pro impenso super solidum, pretium quis , Qui autem non cognovit , quomodo cupiam sibi solvere ... Furor solitudinis nascitur ira nascitur ex malitia, Qui autem contemnunt me , quia sine causa Provocantes me . Quid est **** , impunitatem , ne quis putaret se excusat ; Quam sapere , *** culturis tuum: mergi , in balneis , in ardentem . Loquor de inferno, qui est infidelis nescis ? Neque enim suis oculis effossis clavorum ... Loquor cruciatus qui daemonia fecerunt superat . Primus erit mihi dolor meus *** omnis fera voluntas ut ratio ... Ut qui me conspui caro quod ambulans , Nescis modo larva facies mea , abscondens se. Attendit ad illa nihil nisi insipientis solis erratur in sonis cantus Tantum numerus ratus e fratre soror . Sed in caelestibus quae sine causa nata est incestus est alchemical ? Habitat in me peccatum occultum compages sǽculo. Sit mihi vim inter gentes auditus est ABSURDUS musica ... Spiritus meus qui regit omne simile est genitus. Part II ( vindicta aurum ) In hortos, in quibus cupiditas sanguis rosaria semina , I , in manu eorum , qui esurit Quorum sitit aquam surgit ! In quaerere dilectionis affectum bestiis pavi eget Quid faciam ut pudeat , habet me non elit . O **** , quo impune ausu palamque vociferari , Quod amor sit ex me credis , et me opus manuum tuarum , Ut timidus , et cucurrit ad me latere turba depravari , In simulata excellentiam tuam , et ipse te vile animal . Coniunctio oris linguae quasi telam laqueari Si fieri potest araneae ; et fugiet a turpis ut octo pedes nidum ... Et *** jam non calidus humanitatis indignum , Cogitans te meliorem quam reliqui descendes ! Ut vitae pretium millies , tibimetipsi . Creaturam factus sum nocte expectant te aranea heu ! Nolite putare quia ego audirem . utrumque stridens cruris ... Odium ductor tuus , et equi ejus , et ascensorem ejus . Et in vestra web Video vos, Quirites immune ungues acuti , Ad toxicus venenum , quod oculis non potes, nisi te , octo ... Ex quo bases Caesios sine timore, et sic primum Ut dolores tuos comedat vos accendentes ignem caelum ; Detur paenitentiae venia , quae dicis omnia cogit , ne superare dolores , Qui tibi semper, quæ videtur , non est potentia ad non noceat . Et ascendit ulterius sapere plus pavoris tui ... Numquam puerile ludibrium ulla facta . Omnis domus tua dissolutae horologiorum ad socium non est ? In desertis chaos est gaudium, ut si quod habuerunt. Surgit in novum ordinem , nemo potest negare chaos genitus locus , Dum descendes perdunt, muneribus laesae. PARS III ( Ultimo Rident) Et sic videtur quod Angelus se et ante deam Angelus autem nominis vocare aliquis tenuerit formarum. Et qui in illis est , maiora sunt, ego saepe ad extraneas , Fingunt enim se perfectum , ignorant eorum saevitum , Num amor crustacea tam veteri quam in praedam , et mendicum , Quod minus quam tuum est , quam sumpsi eaque cibum ... Est autem tarn coquina sicut clibanus tua vadit et ora Ipse, ipse est extra te praemium virtutis tuae chores , Sicut enim res suo cuidam negotium , qui meretricem ... Lorem ipsum leve, Putas praemium amaret , et mendicum , falli te . Quid autem vocatis me alienum **** ... amor est malum , et hoc pudet, Et similiter anima atque animus , quibus tandem corpus infirmare. Vides tantum larva ... sub aspectu nisurum Larva ut me in tenebris tenebris latet . Circa collum tuum habebis , ut falsae aestimationis pendet a mortuis, et corona , Quia sterilis tibi relinquo mundum , Intenta ancillæ. Consurgitur in excitate de reliquis abire tibi , qui sunt cognati mei De manibus eorum procul offendant pedes vestri ? Qui manet in coemeterio quasi mortui Non tollere incorruptione Nimis tibi dubium . Hue tacito lachrymis virgines flere ... Ad mea, et robur , in quo praeda, gregibus rursum super vias hominum , Ad eos qui non ineptis metus mutetur , Aureus transmutare non magis quam plumbea nocte dies ; Quod verum est de fine , qui scit ... Alchemist Magistra rerum artes a me in profundum. Ágite , quod sum aggressus creatura placet mutare ... Ut res sunt nostrae demiurgorum lasciva oscula enim calidius ? Omega Antiphon : Non est autem in Utopia , non videtur quod ... Donec ut nosmet ipsos cognoscimus prima quaerimus imaginem . *** et in sacrificio sui ipsius , a volunt reddi obsequium ... Qui ad reformandam et divina se , *** Leo renata agnus mitis ! Sicut in Christo, ex parte in qua invocatum est cicatrix, et vulneratus est ... Sed simplex conversio ad dissimilis vultus nolui . Memini dolore meo, ut acer et vehemens ... Donee tantum possum emissus dolor servare sensu caret. Quomodo potest aedificare paradisum non est, nisi in se mutant ; Mutare ante mutatum esse non est in medio ; quae est in via . Qua ad paradisum , et oportet eam, et non deficiunt, Ne ad caelum, nisi quam nos aedificare illud infernum iniustitiis nos . Utopia , non ruunt ad genus humanum, nisi a te, tu es qui habitavit ? Nisi quod est extra omne malum quod in se corrumpunt , Manifestum enim est , nisi malum, quod mundatam ab omnibus malis moribus. Tunc malitia faciatis abstulit senex super pluteo tom . An non intellegat , quid est salvator ... *** diceret quod non omne quod simplices filii ingredi Regnum caelorum , et inde ad delectationem pertinere ... Et quomodo potes perfrui , si tibi placet , cauillando crudelis ? *** aurora tempore domini nituntur hominum planeta ... Numquam imaginandi praecipiet ut discat primum voluntatis. Non armorum vi , nec inutile mandatum ... Sed *** modestia , et misericordia ; ergo qui ad cor suum in satietatem, Gáudii innumerabiles et celebrationibus quae causa ? Sed animus intendatur dolores peccatum lacus. Ubi plausus rotundum vt quilibet sensus ? Modernitatem iocabitur ullum definitum ornare. Section III : sacrificium sui Part I : ( hortos perditio ) A ziggurat sublatus est , arenosa in calidum lateres , quos coquetis in igne ... Septem fabulae in caelum, sicut turris Babel , Quod in solitudinem, et in

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC

Demiurges of Reality (Original Writing)

Praeludium in via ... Vidi heri mane quando ridebam coloribus egregiis, Eradere auro , trans tabula caeli , tentorium ... Excelsus super omnes montes mundi mole fratres Nimborum desertum , ubi non sit humana exsuscitatur . Et non vidi nobili altitudo futura ... Bonitas terribilis Vidi , *** indomitus. Et peregrinare in ea carne existimarem Semel tamen divina , Nunc datum est scire , et non confundamur ab eo opus . Ambulavitque *** Deo, quod nunc facio , et passus est ... accentus Proditio amor et passionibus , quamvis non recipiat ecclesia , Divinitatis naturam , ne occulta omnia confitentur ? Audis tu solus in universo ab duces ineptum Ipsos victu pascuntur finguntur mendacii . Sed ambulavit in vobis, ex ea ipsa mundi redivivi , Proelia ante hos annos multos, in carne nostra, amissis vate sacro . Nos sequi vestigia veterum monumentis, ut ostensum est ; Quia ex nihilo nati sumus , et adhuc in filiis tuis, ac spatium vivendi , Latebunt , quo melius in manifesto , vultus ingenio tegmina. Ego sum primus , et consilium ... Memini tamen alta urantur Humanis uti licet , *** aliena michi negotium. Lorem quid ad ignorantiam et extra , Quia vidisti me in tenebris, in ardentem rogum meum . Si sustinuero , praeire , ubi angeli labuntur ... Quis autem, si non satis est dedicata piget. Irrisorie , quoniam ego scio quod salventur , et saepe etiam , Post tantum est **** , et sic esset forma in re firmatam ? Imago Dei , huc ad nos omnes in sanguine ipsius , A primis ad ultima, ut alpha et omega, gladius acutus . Prologus : ( Os meum labitur ) Puer fui servus ad aras tam sacras , Hymnis immaculatorum : et absque iniquitate . Quod *** ipse portabat diadema thons nudus ... Expositum Spiritus meus, qui intellexi gravitatem. Quis credit sanctum profanae habitu virtutum Et illi qui in eo sunt ut carnifices ovis ad occisionem , Innocentes cogit induere larvis ad porcellana et operuerunt capita sua , Et filii eorum diriperent pueritia , vinctus catenis rudis . Sicut teenager : ambulans in naturis hominum omnium adprobante , Et egressus est a me omnes, qui violatores extiterunt in coinquinatione verebatur . Angelo fidem reperto cecidi inveni sanctitati Nomen meum in ea , et curet abluitur dubium inveni . Venit ad nuptias, et omnes dedi uxorem proditione , In solutione huius coniunctionis nostrae et sine intervallo in solitudinem imposuit ? Traiectus mortalis caro mea reliquit me solum in sanguinem , Cor ejus scissum est , absque omni cultu ex ordine funem . Angelus autem meus et leniat iras mansit dolori Mea lux, in vigiliis, in nigrum, quod est victa , Admonens quia carnis mortalitate ... maxime Angelus vult me et tremor et durum accepimus. Et ego factus sum quam ... traumas vitae ac lacrimis Et dimisit , in specie quae sunt post , veluti a me plagas . Nox deinde calor intensior saunas percipimus ... Sicut est mihi in choro , relictum est , nisi ab illo esse extensum , Et invicem tradent , et mortalem , ut impunita essent, sed numquam mihi ... Non tradent ; effundam spiritum meum , et non totum . FYLACTERIUM creare ex omni me , et oculus innocens ... Quod amari posco sum ut carbo margarita alba et nigra ; Section I : Sacrificium Doll Part I : ( litus sanguinem ) Ne revoces me pupa enim priscis recesserunt cavernam Sunt inanima appetant , non realis forma in utero ; A puero bibere rubeam ore exploratores in vastissimam taberna ... Dum nati psallens FARRATUS agros effusi . Vadimus ad domum Dei , in plagis , in magna pecunia debetis ... Hoc non est ad oras Nunc cruore manant strigitu rubra de memoria , polluetur . Nulla est enim me primus ad ignitionem gloriae ... Quando autem mens aeterna , in omnibus placentes, causabatur laetitiam . In stellis ibi verba quae ego volo inauditum revocare, Quia descendi ita pridem apud venire primum ? Sollicitus purus fabrica MYSTICUS chaos genitus antiquorum Mitti expectant limine signa magica. Interdictum revertatur in carminibus meis , Licinius, ut audacia , Quia oblitus est mei fere est: nunc originem , ut tragici. *** filii bibere, et se abscondunt nati seorsum *** aquæ in sanguinem, et super triticum, et arefecit fœnum, et humida ! Signum quod venturum est mutare et laboro mentem. Facies in luna ALLUCINOR in metu torquetur , horror ... Dumque in fauces manu stare super pectus Inter ordines diu frumentum umbra nigro ambula Genus servo meo animas infantium . Aestas flavescunt, Phoebe caelesti audent . Mea sola mcestas lupus sonitum audiri potest , Et *** feris leo in pontumque moueri relinquere ... A natura mihi dolet cupio concupivit paradisus reducat . Vidi terram terror , ut sanguis in sinu Ater sanguis in terra , quae facit viventia ululare ... Sicut **** habet stultitia non dicam prava vel ! Part II : ( Crucifixo et Inferorum Animas Excitat) Nam inertis est gemere pupa altari parato, in sacrificium, In lapidem calcarium, et in cavernam, ubi sunt wettest fingit arcus ! Un - res sunt, sed etiam *** vivit in vulneribus animae , ut in glaciem , In horrore frigoris fictilem , ita *** pedibus non vocavit. Serpentipedi mucrone subrecto , remittit praecise a pupa in collo , Et non potest dici , quia non habet pupa voce clamare. Puer, et egressus est a tabernam , aspectus eorum quasi a naufragii vile ... Ut curem hominem a superioribus agentibus , corpus totum mundum. Infra in concavis locorum asperitate visa petram Magna voces resonare in tenebras , et vocavit nomen tacuit. Eripuit animam trahit nauta Multo gregis Ubi aereum reddet unicuique antiquum signum desideratum . Et venit ad bibendum aquas illas vitae malis mederi ... Porcellana , et liberatus a vinculis mortis obscuris sentiat frigore ; Animas in captivitate , unde nemo mortalium loqui Sed statim liberavit remotis perforabit clavi ... Omnis **** , qui dicitur Golgotha , olim in cruce positus . Omnis autem mulier quoque, ad quod omnes tales sunt tormento Et facta est , dum consummaretur sacrificium insita primum sic infirma est, Et intantum ut nisl tot annis perpessi . Signati post fata diu Quod murus ignis in Terra , Stigmatibus ferre posset ita etiam multa futura! Quod signum erat in manu mea, ut labatur pes meus, et dimittam ... Tamen adhuc vetera perseverare illusionibus , et non possum excitare multos . Ego, qui iam tantum conligati Lorem ferrum quid reale, Factaque est infinita in dolo : Ego sum , et desiderio erat pax. Nam et ego quod negas , nisi aspera ac rudia mei liberatione ; Angelus liberavit me , et nunc inter saevus sigillum frangere conantur . Part III : ( The Return of lux) Qui a mortuis Surrexit , frigidior , ubi de somno , ultrices in somnis , per Et obliti sunt intelligentiae invocatum est super sancta miserunt innoxia verba ... Et inde apud hominem , ut maneat MYSTICUS sequuntur revertamur , Ea aetate in inferno commemoratione praeteritorum. Qui suscitavit eis manum meam , et pugionem eius lumen gloriae, Relicta meae effercio fluere sanguis subito currere libero. Ex profundo flamma surgit millennial amisso puella puer , Quæ est angeli redivivam sinit luce clarius ostendit . Et omnis qui non occaecat oculos ad intima ; Infideles , in momento temporis ponere in obprobrium . *** stellae ab Diua sacrorum opera voluntatis Dum coccineum limen transeat , lucem adfert . Momento enim omnes in caelo et in terris sunt , Sicut dies longus tandem inclinatus ante noctem veniat . In tenebris , claritas multo maiorem et perfectiorem descendit , Eorum, qui dum in nomine meo orbata est devium. Sicut incensum in conspectu angelorum ira animos eorum , occlusum ... Ferrum IRRETUS texturae talis effugere nequeunt carcerem Nam quicquid occaecat vidit lucem et scindit Nisi quia in templis revellens mortalibus irae. Et , postquam ipsæ fuerint fornicatæ infidelium , ut uoles, petulans , Et factum est in excogitando dogma , quod de ratione immemor ? Horrendum non fides sit , tamen ita fecisse , Ante finem exspectent praemia petunt . *** enim , ut est in paradisum suscipit dereliquerunt ... Imago autem libertatis quam servitutis et negotio. Nimia tempus extractam converterat a gladio: **** ut spectet ad salutem in lucem , caeca lumina sua . Antiphon alpha : Quia hoc est ut , barbaris quoque innocentiae gentilitium mendacium vendere ... Numquid et vos vultis emere , aut aliquam nunc forsitan putas, Ad sciendum neque rationi consentaneum neque aetate sapientes ... Quod si non moverent malles *** saltare! Pleni sunt somnia noctes ; Dies mei tantum ... Ego ad bis et quem maxime diligebam , in purpura quoque , et aprico occasus . Ego autem haec imago non ad tangere memoriam tot , Qui replet in sanguinem furoris me , et frigidam desiderio finis . Et considerandum est quod *** in ultima desperatione rerum , in cuius manu mea, equo et pilos in ore gladii , Nam ni ita esset, nunquam tamen inde trans familia . Sed abusus est , ut fuit, et quidem instar caedentes sepem An ut reliquos omnes transcendunt omnia , amice! Ego superfui , transfiguravi ascendi in fine est , Multo magis quam erat, non plus quam diruere animus . Sed tamen , quia speravi in solitudinem , ut a somno exsuscitem ancillam meam in flamma ... Ardet , o superi, ut arbitror , usque uror dissiliunt! De caelo et magis obscurant vestris, et tridentes, et contritio , Audio furorem tympana caelo antiqui gigantes hiemes. Dii irascantur et ecce valide erutas , Uvasque calcantes Angeli hominis Illi autem vinariis ageretur ... Recordatus sum in omnibus navigantibus battleship galaxies , In die ortus nubes inter exaestuans, quod ' vaporem ... Depopulari Sodomam et Gomorrham, ad contumelias ! Ibi eram: et *** impiis non perire denique gemitu. Ut illuderet mihi : et populus , quia ego bonus sum male velle , A Deo est, quam diu tot mala ferre cogetur . Ego autem non sum solus , quia multa in eo et detorqueri Deus remittit, nam adhuc sed non est intellectus ; Section II : Hostiam de Spider Part I : ( Rident Primus ) Caelum non egerunt pœnitentiam super ulcus nigrum est furore , et in indignatione, et in iustitia : Et factus sum caro , quamvis intellectus non mortale . In antro loca , quæ transivi , et dæmonia multa discurrunt , Et locis minus adhuc amor in search of a provocare . In quo autem in craticiis tectoria atria mea, et thronus fuit stabilis ... Et super collem , ubi dolorum laborum animae perit labor in mundanis , Transcendi vincula et consilio fidelium expectabo laudatur. Ignis et sulphur et, semper est dextera arderent super altare ? Ridentem cogo faciem meam : non enim veni , ut velle, Ut in hora *** iam iuvenem, *** proposito aureum ... Quæ pro impenso super solidum, pretium quis , Qui autem non cognovit , quomodo cupiam sibi solvere ... Furor solitudinis nascitur ira nascitur ex malitia, Qui autem contemnunt me , quia sine causa Provocantes me . Quid est **** , impunitatem , ne quis putaret se excusat ; Quam sapere , *** culturis tuum: mergi , in balneis , in ardentem . Loquor de inferno, qui est infidelis nescis ? Neque enim suis oculis effossis clavorum ... Loquor cruciatus qui daemonia fecerunt superat . Primus erit mihi dolor meus *** omnis fera voluntas ut ratio ... Ut qui me conspui caro quod ambulans , Nescis modo larva facies mea , abscondens se. Attendit ad illa nihil nisi insipientis solis erratur in sonis cantus Tantum numerus ratus e fratre soror . Sed in caelestibus quae sine causa nata est incestus est alchemical ? Habitat in me peccatum occultum compages sǽculo. Sit mihi vim inter gentes auditus est ABSURDUS musica ... Spiritus meus qui regit omne simile est genitus. Part II ( vindicta aurum ) In hortos, in quibus cupiditas sanguis rosaria semina , I , in manu eorum , qui esurit Quorum sitit aquam surgit ! In quaerere dilectionis affectum bestiis pavi eget Quid faciam ut pudeat , habet me non elit . O **** , quo impune ausu palamque vociferari , Quod amor sit ex me credis , et me opus manuum tuarum , Ut timidus , et cucurrit ad me latere turba depravari , In simulata excellentiam tuam , et ipse te vile animal . Coniunctio oris linguae quasi telam laqueari Si fieri potest araneae ; et fugiet a turpis ut octo pedes nidum ... Et *** jam non calidus humanitatis indignum , Cogitans te meliorem quam reliqui descendes ! Ut vitae pretium millies , tibimetipsi . Creaturam factus sum nocte expectant te aranea heu ! Nolite putare quia ego audirem . utrumque stridens cruris ... Odium ductor tuus , et equi ejus , et ascensorem ejus . Et in vestra web Video vos, Quirites immune ungues acuti , Ad toxicus venenum , quod oculis non potes, nisi te , octo ... Ex quo bases Caesios sine timore, et sic primum Ut dolores tuos comedat vos accendentes ignem caelum ; Detur paenitentiae venia , quae dicis omnia cogit , ne superare dolores , Qui tibi semper, quæ videtur , non est potentia ad non noceat . Et ascendit ulterius sapere plus pavoris tui ... Numquam puerile ludibrium ulla facta . Omnis domus tua dissolutae horologiorum ad socium non est ? In desertis chaos est gaudium, ut si quod habuerunt. Surgit in novum ordinem , nemo potest negare chaos genitus locus , Dum descendes perdunt, muneribus laesae. PARS III ( Ultimo Rident) Et sic videtur quod Angelus se et ante deam Angelus autem nominis vocare aliquis tenuerit formarum. Et qui in illis est , maiora sunt, ego saepe ad extraneas , Fingunt enim se perfectum , ignorant eorum saevitum , Num amor crustacea tam veteri quam in praedam , et mendicum , Quod minus quam tuum est , quam sumpsi eaque cibum ... Est autem tarn coquina sicut clibanus tua vadit et ora Ipse, ipse est extra te praemium virtutis tuae chores , Sicut enim res suo cuidam negotium , qui meretricem ... Lorem ipsum leve, Putas praemium amaret , et mendicum , falli te . Quid autem vocatis me alienum **** ... amor est malum , et hoc pudet, Et similiter anima atque animus , quibus tandem corpus infirmare. Vides tantum larva ... sub aspectu nisurum Larva ut me in tenebris tenebris latet . Circa collum tuum habebis , ut falsae aestimationis pendet a mortuis, et corona , Quia sterilis tibi relinquo mundum , Intenta ancillæ. Consurgitur in excitate de reliquis abire tibi , qui sunt cognati mei De manibus eorum procul offendant pedes vestri ? Qui manet in coemeterio quasi mortui Non tollere incorruptione Nimis tibi dubium . Hue tacito lachrymis virgines flere ... Ad mea, et robur , in quo praeda, gregibus rursum super vias hominum , Ad eos qui non ineptis metus mutetur , Aureus transmutare non magis quam plumbea nocte dies ; Quod verum est de fine , qui scit ... Alchemist Magistra rerum artes a me in profundum. Ágite , quod sum aggressus creatura placet mutare ... Ut res sunt nostrae demiurgorum lasciva oscula enim calidius ? Omega Antiphon : Non est autem in Utopia , non videtur quod ... Donec ut nosmet ipsos cognoscimus prima quaerimus imaginem . *** et in sacrificio sui ipsius , a volunt reddi obsequium ... Qui ad reformandam et divina se , *** Leo renata agnus mitis ! Sicut in Christo, ex parte in qua invocatum est cicatrix, et vulneratus est ... Sed simplex conversio ad dissimilis vultus nolui . Memini dolore meo, ut acer et vehemens ... Donee tantum possum emissus dolor servare sensu caret. Quomodo potest aedificare paradisum non est, nisi in se mutant ; Mutare ante mutatum esse non est in medio ; quae est in via . Qua ad paradisum , et oportet eam, et non deficiunt, Ne ad caelum, nisi quam nos aedificare illud infernum iniustitiis nos . Utopia , non ruunt ad genus humanum, nisi a te, tu es qui habitavit ? Nisi quod est extra omne malum quod in se corrumpunt , Manifestum enim est , nisi malum, quod mundatam ab omnibus malis moribus. Tunc malitia faciatis abstulit senex super pluteo tom . An non intellegat , quid est salvator ... *** diceret quod non omne quod simplices filii ingredi Regnum caelorum , et inde ad delectationem pertinere ... Et quomodo potes perfrui , si tibi placet , cauillando crudelis ? *** aurora tempore domini nituntur hominum planeta ... Numquam imaginandi praecipiet ut discat primum voluntatis. Non armorum vi , nec inutile mandatum ... Sed *** modestia , et misericordia ; ergo qui ad cor suum in satietatem, Gáudii innumerabiles et celebrationibus quae causa ? Sed animus intendatur dolores peccatum lacus. Ubi plausus rotundum vt quilibet sensus ? Modernitatem iocabitur ullum definitum ornare. Section III : sacrificium sui Part I : ( hortos perditio ) A ziggurat sublatus est , arenosa in calidum lateres , quos coquetis in igne ... Septem fabulae in caelum, sicut turris Babel , Quod in solitudinem, et in

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Twitter tingz keep me awake while Tumblr wont give me a break. Facebook knows what going on Youtube tells me nothings wrong. . . . . . . . You honestly thought that this was a legit poem? You're yet another person in society who has been brainwashed by the media and everything they want you to like. Be different. Read REAL poetry. Not something a guy wrote about swag. This has been a public service announcement from Andrew T. Hannah. I'm out.

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC

#Hashtag

Twitter tingz keep me awake while Tumblr wont give me a break. Facebook knows what going on Youtube tells me nothings wrong. . . . . . . . You honestly thought that this was a legit poem? You're yet another person in society who has been brainwashed by the media and everything they want you to like. Be different. Read REAL poetry. Not something a guy wrote about swag. This has been a public service announcement from Andrew T. Hannah. I'm out.

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Part I – Fire and Crucifixion You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid, So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld… Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid! Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt. It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire, When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared… And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire. In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared! Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them, Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought? It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn. You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought! And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful… That the Romans remembered and perfected this way! Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful… As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day. They could not pull out the nails from their wounding… For it was their own will that ****** them into the flesh! The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending… Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh. Part II – Darkness Incarnate They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were, Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again. For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more… And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became! Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate, Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed. Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late? You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed! The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze, Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare. In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze! But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare. A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress, Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise… Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press! The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise. But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot, And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay… Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot! As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray. Part III – Lover of Demons Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water, And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon… When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter. Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun! The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice, And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet! She and I shared, for early man, our common malice. And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret… For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures, Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution! We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature, That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution. And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light, To your savage ancestors before you were imagined. Do you know my name, and so know well the night? You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned. Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head… Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness. How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead! For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess. Part IV – Bride of the Devil It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes, And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people. Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes… Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled. And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood, To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath! And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood… So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath. Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness? You would have me recall the things you most fear… And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress, To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near! I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high, And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin. Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh! For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin. There are worse things than fire, of immortal making, And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek. Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking, For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC

The Voices of Darkness

Part I – Fire and Crucifixion You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid, So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld… Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid! Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt. It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire, When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared… And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire. In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared! Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them, Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought? It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn. You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought! And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful… That the Romans remembered and perfected this way! Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful… As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day. They could not pull out the nails from their wounding… For it was their own will that ****** them into the flesh! The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending… Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh. Part II – Darkness Incarnate They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were, Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again. For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more… And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became! Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate, Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed. Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late? You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed! The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze, Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare. In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze! But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare. A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress, Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise… Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press! The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise. But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot, And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay… Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot! As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray. Part III – Lover of Demons Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water, And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon… When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter. Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun! The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice, And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet! She and I shared, for early man, our common malice. And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret… For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures, Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution! We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature, That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution. And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light, To your savage ancestors before you were imagined. Do you know my name, and so know well the night? You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned. Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head… Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness. How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead! For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess. Part IV – Bride of the Devil It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes, And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people. Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes… Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled. And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood, To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath! And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood… So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath. Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness? You would have me recall the things you most fear… And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress, To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near! I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high, And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin. Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh! For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin. There are worse things than fire, of immortal making, And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek. Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking, For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.

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With every ripped, ****** wing We sin and curse the lords And for the consequence We depart from the heavenly gates Forever cast away Our own creators Send us a-stray As we descend from the golden gates With blood and scars apon our face The blasting heat of the atmosphere's force Burns the silky skin Now apon this a-cursed earth one more We fight ourselves inside We rip at the vacant hole That use to contain a soul The acid tears run down our cheeks As all our memories remain bitter-sweet We shudder when the warmth of the sunlight falls apon our face The glistening silky touch of the rays Burn like the reality we must face The reality That we are trash That we were not wanted to live in peace That we must walk the earth for a Melania Never to find That we can not die Instead We creep into the cities We live among the humanoid figures That we once were We dress in the same attire as anyone else We hate, and love like anyone else We eat, we drink like anyone else We shed dark maroon blood like anyone else We can feel the silky touch and tingle of a kiss apon the lips or body like anyone else Yet We do not die like anyone else We do not age like anyone else We do not live as anyone else For we have already passed away Eternal rest Our bodies cursed To walk this earth For eternity Yet We look as anyone else For we cover up What should be revealed The walking dead Our wounds never heal Tormented daily By the pain of a never resting body The tension we face When we finally break snap The sudden rush of misery Of reality Of the years And years We've been forced to cry And plead that we may return To the one place we can rest So that we may somehow find inner peace So that we may sleep But no That will never come again We were fools And we paid the price These acid tears run down our face Once more As we find a shallow ditch to hide A shallow ditch in which we lay To somehow cry the years away This shallow ditch Is called a grave The very grave in which our earthly humanoid bodies lay As the bones and flesh rot away The stench of the dead that lay so silent Fills our noses We lay next to our former selves And wonder Why? Why was it I who shall be cast down back to earth? To live out this evil curse As we scream at the top of our lungs A simple question that will never be answered "Why?" Although there is more to this simple word What we define with that simple word Has more energy than we have left So we sum it up with "Why?" We try to pray every day Alas we studder We choke on the holy words That spill out from our lips They do not fit the tongue They sound as foreign as our own presence on this earth once more Though we say them every day "Father into your hands I commend my spirit, Father. . . . . . Why? Why have you forsaken me?!" The prayer is broken by betrayal We ponder at the thought Of why we still pray Most likely To be cast away Once more We break the thoughts with acts of hate The hate comes from the reality That the lord sits and smirks As we suffer and crawl in the mud As our spirits are broken And the mind snaps As we break our backs As we try to become sane once more Fallen angels Of hate Of lies Of Blood and gore Of death and light Of lust Of ****** As these broken hallow bodies Walk once more Their wings ripped from there skin By their very own creator Only long scars along the back can be seen As our looks remain pristine We walk among the living As though we are real But alas We are but spirits that seem so life-like You can touch The very fabrication we are Nothing but light and heavy iridescent chains Though the hands run straight through them As if they shan't weigh us down To earth to live out this curse Once more We live But not so as the simple mind it seems We Are fallen angels Of the lords creation Gone wrong

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC

Arch-angel

With every ripped, ****** wing We sin and curse the lords And for the consequence We depart from the heavenly gates Forever cast away Our own creators Send us a-stray As we descend from the golden gates With blood and scars apon our face The blasting heat of the atmosphere's force Burns the silky skin Now apon this a-cursed earth one more We fight ourselves inside We rip at the vacant hole That use to contain a soul The acid tears run down our cheeks As all our memories remain bitter-sweet We shudder when the warmth of the sunlight falls apon our face The glistening silky touch of the rays Burn like the reality we must face The reality That we are trash That we were not wanted to live in peace That we must walk the earth for a Melania Never to find That we can not die Instead We creep into the cities We live among the humanoid figures That we once were We dress in the same attire as anyone else We hate, and love like anyone else We eat, we drink like anyone else We shed dark maroon blood like anyone else We can feel the silky touch and tingle of a kiss apon the lips or body like anyone else Yet We do not die like anyone else We do not age like anyone else We do not live as anyone else For we have already passed away Eternal rest Our bodies cursed To walk this earth For eternity Yet We look as anyone else For we cover up What should be revealed The walking dead Our wounds never heal Tormented daily By the pain of a never resting body The tension we face When we finally break snap The sudden rush of misery Of reality Of the years And years We've been forced to cry And plead that we may return To the one place we can rest So that we may somehow find inner peace So that we may sleep But no That will never come again We were fools And we paid the price These acid tears run down our face Once more As we find a shallow ditch to hide A shallow ditch in which we lay To somehow cry the years away This shallow ditch Is called a grave The very grave in which our earthly humanoid bodies lay As the bones and flesh rot away The stench of the dead that lay so silent Fills our noses We lay next to our former selves And wonder Why? Why was it I who shall be cast down back to earth? To live out this evil curse As we scream at the top of our lungs A simple question that will never be answered "Why?" Although there is more to this simple word What we define with that simple word Has more energy than we have left So we sum it up with "Why?" We try to pray every day Alas we studder We choke on the holy words That spill out from our lips They do not fit the tongue They sound as foreign as our own presence on this earth once more Though we say them every day "Father into your hands I commend my spirit, Father. . . . . . Why? Why have you forsaken me?!" The prayer is broken by betrayal We ponder at the thought Of why we still pray Most likely To be cast away Once more We break the thoughts with acts of hate The hate comes from the reality That the lord sits and smirks As we suffer and crawl in the mud As our spirits are broken And the mind snaps As we break our backs As we try to become sane once more Fallen angels Of hate Of lies Of Blood and gore Of death and light Of lust Of ****** As these broken hallow bodies Walk once more Their wings ripped from there skin By their very own creator Only long scars along the back can be seen As our looks remain pristine We walk among the living As though we are real But alas We are but spirits that seem so life-like You can touch The very fabrication we are Nothing but light and heavy iridescent chains Though the hands run straight through them As if they shan't weigh us down To earth to live out this curse Once more We live But not so as the simple mind it seems We Are fallen angels Of the lords creation Gone wrong

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Unto the maw of Oblivion, I dare to stand! All alone without the company of man; So as my madness drives me deeper within, Doing so without a look back and by the guide of my hand. Stabbing through a peerless darkness swallowing even the slightest of light, Engulfing all around me, nothing surfaces to my sight. Deep into this jungle where groans accompany screams, I struggle to open my eyes in a desperate effort to see. As I had feared, they are already open as wide as can be. And so in this grave truth, I set out unto this hopeless mystery With my hand before me and my other behind me. I walk among the shadows surrounding me. Touching and breathing all the smells this cavern seethes; Upon every sulfurous whim and every inhale I dare to take, Deep within my throat, I often hesitate. To taste what I breathe, and with the most restraint, I try Keep myself from vomiting all over the place. Not that the smells I would contribute would be anything new For all I have smelled foul, disturbing, and putrid, but none compare to these… These scents forbidding me to travel any further. Sheathing my mouth and nose with utmost haste And doing so in an effort to never again taste these vile scents Which have trespassed upon my tongue. Into my body, heart and lungs. The once mere groans slowly grow Into weeping howls echoing to and fro What was once soft cries, Now becoming louder with each step I take… I try to move, I try to muster the strength to put my left foot forward. But the fear slowly grips me As I try to step forth, all I feel is a consuming agony. From the muscles of my feet to my mouth, I collapse upon these stairs and descend into shadow. Tumbling and smacking each violent step; Much too often I can feel a new limb snap. I had barely made my fall into the Maw of Oblivion Only to open my eyes to see the world I’ve fallen into. A beastly dog cloaked in rough ebony fur stands from within. Fur thick as steel, glistering, and erupting the loudest bark I’ve ever heard. Eyes, nothing less than ghostly moons, And sprouting three heads I’m sure others would claim absurd. Three heads with each possessing their own set of haunting eyes, Glaring upon me as crescent moons that have once lit the night. Doing so with such a deathly gaze unto my paralyzed stare, Each snarl and bark given by a different beastly mouth, Erupting the smells I had previously smelled so foul. As fear itself slowly cripples my heart; Each heavy foot step this beast takes, From every step, the world surrounding me violently quakes. Larger than any sort of monster I’ve ever seen. With every blink, the beast trespasses closer unto me. With my eyes locked by fear, I close them in desperation and pray what I’ve seen isn’t truly there. And as the thundering foot steps come closer, And every muscle begins to tremble, From the shuttering sounds and smells, Corrupting every thought as I accept I’ve foolishly descended into Hell. An enormous gob of slobber descends upon my leg, Only clarifying I’ve bought a one way ticket unto my grave. So warm and diluting what ever hope I might have, In this second which seems forever, I open my eyes. To see the ghastly dog standing with each of its heads at each of my sides, One before me, and two more on each side of me. No where to go. No where to run. I plead a prayer unto my God. “In these jungles of hell where I’ve made my fall. Please remove this dog. From my sight and from my presence. Do so with no hesitance. Forgive me for a life time of sin. I beg for your forgiveness for I am just a feeble man. Of the shores of Italy, will you not take pity upon me? For I was born a sinner and I have sinned.” And so as my prayer had concluded, The beastly spoke in a never before heard hymn “Forgiveness, a tool of the weak!” The center head spoke unto me. “Can’t you see, you’re a fool to beg, a fool…” The left said unto me. “Did you expect heaven as a result of your blasphemy? To beg for forgiveness before your death means nothing! You’ve had a lifetime to change, and change you did NOT!” The right roared into my ear. “Beg for your savior mortal for none can save you now!” The center howled unto me. “For you WILL NEVER ESCAPE THE BOWELS OF HELL!” They all cataclysmically roar unto me. As the roof began to rumble and this ghoulish dog gripped me within its fangs. It did so instructing the most ferocious pain. I arise in shock as each head has a different limb of me. In one furious tug, it rips my skin in all directions, Severing me limb from limb. And chuckling as my torso and single remaining leg clash upon the ground Enforcing a heavy THUD sound. In this pool of my own blood, I look to the cavernous ceiling above. No hope or light shine through. Only the emptiness of the dog’s mouth beheld by a gate of enormous teeth, Clamping around my neck as I lose sight of all I had once seen.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

Unto the Maw of Oblivion, I dare to stand!

Unto the maw of Oblivion, I dare to stand! All alone without the company of man; So as my madness drives me deeper within, Doing so without a look back and by the guide of my hand. Stabbing through a peerless darkness swallowing even the slightest of light, Engulfing all around me, nothing surfaces to my sight. Deep into this jungle where groans accompany screams, I struggle to open my eyes in a desperate effort to see. As I had feared, they are already open as wide as can be. And so in this grave truth, I set out unto this hopeless mystery With my hand before me and my other behind me. I walk among the shadows surrounding me. Touching and breathing all the smells this cavern seethes; Upon every sulfurous whim and every inhale I dare to take, Deep within my throat, I often hesitate. To taste what I breathe, and with the most restraint, I try Keep myself from vomiting all over the place. Not that the smells I would contribute would be anything new For all I have smelled foul, disturbing, and putrid, but none compare to these… These scents forbidding me to travel any further. Sheathing my mouth and nose with utmost haste And doing so in an effort to never again taste these vile scents Which have trespassed upon my tongue. Into my body, heart and lungs. The once mere groans slowly grow Into weeping howls echoing to and fro What was once soft cries, Now becoming louder with each step I take… I try to move, I try to muster the strength to put my left foot forward. But the fear slowly grips me As I try to step forth, all I feel is a consuming agony. From the muscles of my feet to my mouth, I collapse upon these stairs and descend into shadow. Tumbling and smacking each violent step; Much too often I can feel a new limb snap. I had barely made my fall into the Maw of Oblivion Only to open my eyes to see the world I’ve fallen into. A beastly dog cloaked in rough ebony fur stands from within. Fur thick as steel, glistering, and erupting the loudest bark I’ve ever heard. Eyes, nothing less than ghostly moons, And sprouting three heads I’m sure others would claim absurd. Three heads with each possessing their own set of haunting eyes, Glaring upon me as crescent moons that have once lit the night. Doing so with such a deathly gaze unto my paralyzed stare, Each snarl and bark given by a different beastly mouth, Erupting the smells I had previously smelled so foul. As fear itself slowly cripples my heart; Each heavy foot step this beast takes, From every step, the world surrounding me violently quakes. Larger than any sort of monster I’ve ever seen. With every blink, the beast trespasses closer unto me. With my eyes locked by fear, I close them in desperation and pray what I’ve seen isn’t truly there. And as the thundering foot steps come closer, And every muscle begins to tremble, From the shuttering sounds and smells, Corrupting every thought as I accept I’ve foolishly descended into Hell. An enormous gob of slobber descends upon my leg, Only clarifying I’ve bought a one way ticket unto my grave. So warm and diluting what ever hope I might have, In this second which seems forever, I open my eyes. To see the ghastly dog standing with each of its heads at each of my sides, One before me, and two more on each side of me. No where to go. No where to run. I plead a prayer unto my God. “In these jungles of hell where I’ve made my fall. Please remove this dog. From my sight and from my presence. Do so with no hesitance. Forgive me for a life time of sin. I beg for your forgiveness for I am just a feeble man. Of the shores of Italy, will you not take pity upon me? For I was born a sinner and I have sinned.” And so as my prayer had concluded, The beastly spoke in a never before heard hymn “Forgiveness, a tool of the weak!” The center head spoke unto me. “Can’t you see, you’re a fool to beg, a fool…” The left said unto me. “Did you expect heaven as a result of your blasphemy? To beg for forgiveness before your death means nothing! You’ve had a lifetime to change, and change you did NOT!” The right roared into my ear. “Beg for your savior mortal for none can save you now!” The center howled unto me. “For you WILL NEVER ESCAPE THE BOWELS OF HELL!” They all cataclysmically roar unto me. As the roof began to rumble and this ghoulish dog gripped me within its fangs. It did so instructing the most ferocious pain. I arise in shock as each head has a different limb of me. In one furious tug, it rips my skin in all directions, Severing me limb from limb. And chuckling as my torso and single remaining leg clash upon the ground Enforcing a heavy THUD sound. In this pool of my own blood, I look to the cavernous ceiling above. No hope or light shine through. Only the emptiness of the dog’s mouth beheld by a gate of enormous teeth, Clamping around my neck as I lose sight of all I had once seen.

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Time is nothing new, knowing knots will never be undone Evil crawls in the minds of man, manifesting itself to be beautiful Accepting and acknowledging all aristocrats who abuse their power The world is bland, where a woman loses her womanly flower Covering each other up, taking out the surface not the root, it’s wrongful Uncommon is the book, imagination in the individual’s ideal of no fun I sit pondering upon these problems, probing a way into fixing all When a crumpling crucial crumping sound, roared through the skies TV’s turned on, radios turned up, the Television speaks of trumpets Couples, church-goers, children cry to the camera “Ready your Caskets” Fire and hail trail to the ground, blood blaze behind, Earth in her demise People jab and judge each other, nobody understanding the Trumpets first call. As the people panic in passionate rage and fear Everything is going, diminishing, dying, covered in dirt, grass and trees burning A second trumpets serenades through savage yells Mountains begin to burn and fall, along with the church bells The seas slowly from within spoils into blood curling Every child glances up joyfully as staircases appear. A ten horned beast raises out of the sea, mouth maliciously open with intent Scrambling and screaming sub-beasts crawl into an unhinged jaw It rages and shakes the ten kings hoarding on each horn. Three kings crumble, crash to cultivated grounds, their bodies torn. Blood bathed, entitled; enraged the beast takes earth as its thrall. The people scared, scratched, scraped and tortured bent. Blackened beasts bash past the saints Looking for sin, sinister civil devils Trumpet three blows, while sitting upon universal long ledges The demons demonstrating patience beyond the ages Hells helpful and hazy corruption seen at different levels Through mans lounging, Wormwood falls to decide fates. The world is weeping through wasted weaves of wind Disgusting smell of dead rides the tormented tasteless air Swallowed by the fourth trumpet, bravely bashing through gusts To find safe haven upon the throne of tusks No animal though that tasted the tenacious disease will be accepted in care They will be banished into the cold forever dark air, where they will shiver and cringe. The world is silent waiting, wallowing for the fifth When it comes Angels, breath beneath the blacken clouds There striking wings linger as they blow three cornets In the sky, seeping through the soundless sky sails comets A sight for the still faithful all watch in a crowd As the comets releases Locusts from beneath. Laying lusciously low in a most lucid state, The ***** Her words wager, weave, win through the minds, falling for false prophecy Ripping right by the remonstration of being The ***** of Babylon Woman and Man fall for the words, seeking haven from hell hereon Adult to child, wishing away her whims, she is the spiritual adultery No newly made Neanderthal seeing her for the devils zany zealotist abhor. With The ****** lies, breaches the Mother of abominations The one obtuse and first woman to walk in the Garden of Eden Human at first, ripped apart, away from innocence; Lilith Haste to Hate, Revenge against the rotting earth, taking away human health The goal stupendous, shaking sorrowfully, any good is forbidden For killing is her passion, her art, her own Revelations. The sixth trumpet signals the release of the most dangerous Soldiers The four enticing beings of end that are released from Euphrates the great water Their massive army mounting at two hundred million minimizes us Useless and hopeless everyone allows plagues in their bodies with lust All people want is death, decaying, disembodied from the soul, without a bother The ***** still preaching, but not a single being is listening to her false words of a philosopher. In the mix of mist and swamps I continue to sit and scrutinize Every evil endorsing embassy of hell-spawn Floating and coating, demoting every satchel of thought As every defecate of remorse leave me in distraught My mind is distilled where my initial thoughts are withdrawn I empower the sour cowering stare of the devil’s eyes. I cannot look away, the steady statue stare Embracing escalated enmity, fighting for it not to invade my mind Never knew cruelness existed and brought beings such delight It covers itself in kindness and caring as it wishes me good night When wrathful vengeance I awake, to aspire, to find A torture most terrifying, tossed into twisted tarred souls, my religion I forswear. A game of chess, played between each, no physical state Dictating the defence, drawing out, hitting, harassing and hackling Pawn for a pawn, the pound of flesh taken from the absence of attack Everything twists and twines around each feeble thimble of thoughtless comeback Devil sends soulless soldiers, crashing crazily through bones a crackling. Finding flirtatious moments to pass the queen into the kingly gate. I have lost; no match made on earth can win with the Devil Although I lost, I still hold onto faith that in the everlasting end I will be acknowledge by my God, I’ll will be shown care I sit, sore, scarred, seared of my dignity, I pray In my mind the Lord’s Prayer is the only way I can defend I know beyond my brave but bashed thoughts that I kept away from evil. The loudest, most holy, mind clearing trumpet rings The seventh and ending of the biblical war A hole rips the sky, rendering useless, entirely beautiful though Angels dash rescuing the ravaged by faithful souls, protection from beasts below I am avenged, my mind repaired from the unprotected un-releasing pain that I can now ignore I praise to the Lord, lavishing, laying beside his council of twenty-four of forgiving beings.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC

The Beginning or the End?

Time is nothing new, knowing knots will never be undone Evil crawls in the minds of man, manifesting itself to be beautiful Accepting and acknowledging all aristocrats who abuse their power The world is bland, where a woman loses her womanly flower Covering each other up, taking out the surface not the root, it’s wrongful Uncommon is the book, imagination in the individual’s ideal of no fun I sit pondering upon these problems, probing a way into fixing all When a crumpling crucial crumping sound, roared through the skies TV’s turned on, radios turned up, the Television speaks of trumpets Couples, church-goers, children cry to the camera “Ready your Caskets” Fire and hail trail to the ground, blood blaze behind, Earth in her demise People jab and judge each other, nobody understanding the Trumpets first call. As the people panic in passionate rage and fear Everything is going, diminishing, dying, covered in dirt, grass and trees burning A second trumpets serenades through savage yells Mountains begin to burn and fall, along with the church bells The seas slowly from within spoils into blood curling Every child glances up joyfully as staircases appear. A ten horned beast raises out of the sea, mouth maliciously open with intent Scrambling and screaming sub-beasts crawl into an unhinged jaw It rages and shakes the ten kings hoarding on each horn. Three kings crumble, crash to cultivated grounds, their bodies torn. Blood bathed, entitled; enraged the beast takes earth as its thrall. The people scared, scratched, scraped and tortured bent. Blackened beasts bash past the saints Looking for sin, sinister civil devils Trumpet three blows, while sitting upon universal long ledges The demons demonstrating patience beyond the ages Hells helpful and hazy corruption seen at different levels Through mans lounging, Wormwood falls to decide fates. The world is weeping through wasted weaves of wind Disgusting smell of dead rides the tormented tasteless air Swallowed by the fourth trumpet, bravely bashing through gusts To find safe haven upon the throne of tusks No animal though that tasted the tenacious disease will be accepted in care They will be banished into the cold forever dark air, where they will shiver and cringe. The world is silent waiting, wallowing for the fifth When it comes Angels, breath beneath the blacken clouds There striking wings linger as they blow three cornets In the sky, seeping through the soundless sky sails comets A sight for the still faithful all watch in a crowd As the comets releases Locusts from beneath. Laying lusciously low in a most lucid state, The ***** Her words wager, weave, win through the minds, falling for false prophecy Ripping right by the remonstration of being The ***** of Babylon Woman and Man fall for the words, seeking haven from hell hereon Adult to child, wishing away her whims, she is the spiritual adultery No newly made Neanderthal seeing her for the devils zany zealotist abhor. With The ****** lies, breaches the Mother of abominations The one obtuse and first woman to walk in the Garden of Eden Human at first, ripped apart, away from innocence; Lilith Haste to Hate, Revenge against the rotting earth, taking away human health The goal stupendous, shaking sorrowfully, any good is forbidden For killing is her passion, her art, her own Revelations. The sixth trumpet signals the release of the most dangerous Soldiers The four enticing beings of end that are released from Euphrates the great water Their massive army mounting at two hundred million minimizes us Useless and hopeless everyone allows plagues in their bodies with lust All people want is death, decaying, disembodied from the soul, without a bother The ***** still preaching, but not a single being is listening to her false words of a philosopher. In the mix of mist and swamps I continue to sit and scrutinize Every evil endorsing embassy of hell-spawn Floating and coating, demoting every satchel of thought As every defecate of remorse leave me in distraught My mind is distilled where my initial thoughts are withdrawn I empower the sour cowering stare of the devil’s eyes. I cannot look away, the steady statue stare Embracing escalated enmity, fighting for it not to invade my mind Never knew cruelness existed and brought beings such delight It covers itself in kindness and caring as it wishes me good night When wrathful vengeance I awake, to aspire, to find A torture most terrifying, tossed into twisted tarred souls, my religion I forswear. A game of chess, played between each, no physical state Dictating the defence, drawing out, hitting, harassing and hackling Pawn for a pawn, the pound of flesh taken from the absence of attack Everything twists and twines around each feeble thimble of thoughtless comeback Devil sends soulless soldiers, crashing crazily through bones a crackling. Finding flirtatious moments to pass the queen into the kingly gate. I have lost; no match made on earth can win with the Devil Although I lost, I still hold onto faith that in the everlasting end I will be acknowledge by my God, I’ll will be shown care I sit, sore, scarred, seared of my dignity, I pray In my mind the Lord’s Prayer is the only way I can defend I know beyond my brave but bashed thoughts that I kept away from evil. The loudest, most holy, mind clearing trumpet rings The seventh and ending of the biblical war A hole rips the sky, rendering useless, entirely beautiful though Angels dash rescuing the ravaged by faithful souls, protection from beasts below I am avenged, my mind repaired from the unprotected un-releasing pain that I can now ignore I praise to the Lord, lavishing, laying beside his council of twenty-four of forgiving beings.

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He had just passed a marker on 285, miles away from that old city life. Wondering how he could feel so alive, He shifted the gears and he said "I'll just drive." Something about how the Moon hit the fields, Something about how the Country was still, Something that night grabbed a hold of his eyes, And the Road got so Jealous She threw him aside. He lost all control and he swerved to the right, Hit the embankment and rolled a few times. He came to and he was in back of his car, Painless and staring straight up at the Stars. He tried to get up but much to his dismay, He could not get up and right there had to stay. And so he just laid there gazing at the Stars, Listening closely for just one passing car. He cried cause he knew why his tries were in vain, Why he couldn't get up, why he didn't feel pain. And then he was relieved that no cars had passed by, He didn't want to live like that, he'd rather die. As he accepted it and let Death creep on in, Head lights hit the field, a horn drowned out the wind. A big semi rig saw him right in the road, and tried honking his horn to get him to go. He realized what happened and called for some help, And then got out to see what damage the Road dealt. He saw the man laying there on the back seat, And asked him if he could get on to his feet. With a moan that had surely come from some dark place, The man just looked up and right into his face, He said "Just leave me here and they'll cast me astray, I just made a deal with them all, anyway. I told them I'd go peacefully with no fight, If I had a place with them up in the Sky. So, please, wont you just drive on into the night. Please, Sir, I beg you, wont you just let me die?" "You know I cant do that" The truck driver said, "you cant take your place in the Sky til you're dead. There's help on the way and I'm here til They come, So you just hold on and They'll fix you up, Son." He drifted away and fell into a Dream, And, for just a moment, forgot everything. He lost himself deeper and deeper inside, and then woke to the sting of some bright, blinding light. He mistook it for a sign that he was now dead, But it was only the light above a hospital bed. He screamed and he cried and then off to his side, The Truck Driver stood up and he tried to confide. He said "Hey, Son! It's okay, everything's alright, You're still here with us in this Life and you'll be fine. Don't let this take your light away, you're still alive! Nothing can bring you down if you fight to survive." "Oh yeah, what's left for me to fight for after this? What, on Earth, can lead me now to some kind of Bliss? My Life is now a Prison and a chair shall be my cell, Not a ****** THING is fine, in case you couldn't tell. What am I to do with Life? Who could Love me now? I swear I'll take my place with them some way, some how." "Is naught left in this life to bring you peace of mind? No kids or family in whom some joy you'll maybe find? It cant be so easy to so quickly succumb, Why do you wish for the end so early in your run?" "I can not be free when I depend on a chair, I'm meant to roam around freely without a care. I cant lay in the Grass or throw Leaves in the air. Now I cant do anything but watch Life from a chair." "I see..." was all that the truck driver could say, He knew nothing he said would matter, any way. He heard this mans cries and, though he was so numb, He knew by the pain in that voice why he'd come. He walked to the bedside and took the mans hand, And said "Son, for reasons that I don't understand, I feel that I was meant to be there at that Time, Like I was meant to be some kind of Neon Sign. But what I feel and what I see right now are fighting me. Half of me wants you to live, half wants me to set you free. If I'm gonna help you I want you to tell me why, You wont even try you're just choosing to die." He said "I chose nothing, it fell upon my feet, And now, thanks to me, I'll never be complete. So I wish to Dream of a World unlike this, Where I cant walk or run, or feel a simple Kiss. I wish to find a place among the brightest Stars, That is why I asked you to just leave me in my car." The truck driver didn't say another word to the man, Just put his hand over his mouth and nose, Sent him to his Promised Land. And when He left the hospital he thought He'd take a drive, And, for the first time in his life, He felt Alive.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC

The Promiseland

He had just passed a marker on 285, miles away from that old city life. Wondering how he could feel so alive, He shifted the gears and he said "I'll just drive." Something about how the Moon hit the fields, Something about how the Country was still, Something that night grabbed a hold of his eyes, And the Road got so Jealous She threw him aside. He lost all control and he swerved to the right, Hit the embankment and rolled a few times. He came to and he was in back of his car, Painless and staring straight up at the Stars. He tried to get up but much to his dismay, He could not get up and right there had to stay. And so he just laid there gazing at the Stars, Listening closely for just one passing car. He cried cause he knew why his tries were in vain, Why he couldn't get up, why he didn't feel pain. And then he was relieved that no cars had passed by, He didn't want to live like that, he'd rather die. As he accepted it and let Death creep on in, Head lights hit the field, a horn drowned out the wind. A big semi rig saw him right in the road, and tried honking his horn to get him to go. He realized what happened and called for some help, And then got out to see what damage the Road dealt. He saw the man laying there on the back seat, And asked him if he could get on to his feet. With a moan that had surely come from some dark place, The man just looked up and right into his face, He said "Just leave me here and they'll cast me astray, I just made a deal with them all, anyway. I told them I'd go peacefully with no fight, If I had a place with them up in the Sky. So, please, wont you just drive on into the night. Please, Sir, I beg you, wont you just let me die?" "You know I cant do that" The truck driver said, "you cant take your place in the Sky til you're dead. There's help on the way and I'm here til They come, So you just hold on and They'll fix you up, Son." He drifted away and fell into a Dream, And, for just a moment, forgot everything. He lost himself deeper and deeper inside, and then woke to the sting of some bright, blinding light. He mistook it for a sign that he was now dead, But it was only the light above a hospital bed. He screamed and he cried and then off to his side, The Truck Driver stood up and he tried to confide. He said "Hey, Son! It's okay, everything's alright, You're still here with us in this Life and you'll be fine. Don't let this take your light away, you're still alive! Nothing can bring you down if you fight to survive." "Oh yeah, what's left for me to fight for after this? What, on Earth, can lead me now to some kind of Bliss? My Life is now a Prison and a chair shall be my cell, Not a ****** THING is fine, in case you couldn't tell. What am I to do with Life? Who could Love me now? I swear I'll take my place with them some way, some how." "Is naught left in this life to bring you peace of mind? No kids or family in whom some joy you'll maybe find? It cant be so easy to so quickly succumb, Why do you wish for the end so early in your run?" "I can not be free when I depend on a chair, I'm meant to roam around freely without a care. I cant lay in the Grass or throw Leaves in the air. Now I cant do anything but watch Life from a chair." "I see..." was all that the truck driver could say, He knew nothing he said would matter, any way. He heard this mans cries and, though he was so numb, He knew by the pain in that voice why he'd come. He walked to the bedside and took the mans hand, And said "Son, for reasons that I don't understand, I feel that I was meant to be there at that Time, Like I was meant to be some kind of Neon Sign. But what I feel and what I see right now are fighting me. Half of me wants you to live, half wants me to set you free. If I'm gonna help you I want you to tell me why, You wont even try you're just choosing to die." He said "I chose nothing, it fell upon my feet, And now, thanks to me, I'll never be complete. So I wish to Dream of a World unlike this, Where I cant walk or run, or feel a simple Kiss. I wish to find a place among the brightest Stars, That is why I asked you to just leave me in my car." The truck driver didn't say another word to the man, Just put his hand over his mouth and nose, Sent him to his Promised Land. And when He left the hospital he thought He'd take a drive, And, for the first time in his life, He felt Alive.

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The memory seems more like a never ending dream. Actually, it is a nightmare replaying constantly in my head. I close my eyes and that’s all I can see. Even after all these years. It’s like someone got a red-hot brander and seared the inside of my brain with it. I tried to drown the memories out, but they always have a way of crawling back up to the surface. Its something I have to deal with for the rest of my life. I can’t help but look into the cold, blank eyes. The last time I saw them, they were a bright, beautiful, blue and gleaming with potential. But that dramatically changed. Now all that’s left is a hollow, dead stare from a stranger I use to know. I feel goose bumps rise all over my body. My hand rests on her cold, stiff shoulder. How long has she been here? Her porcelain skin was already beginning to have a bluish tint creep across it. I know it’s too late, but I try to shake her and call her name hoping for a miracle. The pools of scarlet collecting around her head quiet that hope and desperation. It’s a silent reminder that’s there’s no way to fix this, that the deed is done. It something I’ll have to deal with for the rest of my life. Tears stream down my cheeks; I can’t seem to make myself move from that spot to get help. It felt like I was frozen in time looking at the empty shell of a fallen friend. She picked the time that she was left all alone to succumb to her poisonous thoughts. Her mother was away on business, her brother was at his shift for work and she and I weren’t speaking at the time. She probably truly felt alone. Still, I should have known this was going to happen. We got into a huge fight a few days before all of this happened. She was upset with me because I brought up how her self-destructive behavior will impact her greatly in the future and how she should talk to a professional for help in order to fix her deep seeded emotional trauma. Unfortunately, she took this as a sign of me abandoning her in her time of need. That was on a Thursday. She didn’t speak to me for two days, I received word from other people that she was abusing substances and self-harming yet again. That’s when I was fed up with this petty argument and went to go clear things up with her and try to help. I’ll never forget the day I walked to her house that Sunday afternoon. When I got there, the door was unlocked so I knew she was home. I called for her, but didn’t get an answer. A pang of worry creped in the pit of my stomach. I raced up the stairs to her room and saw her motionless body at her desk… I hear the front door open and someone coming up the stairs. It was her older brother. I call to him in broken sobs. He rushes in and freezes as I did, taking in the sight. He calls 911 and runs to her side, crying. It seems like endless hours of waiting for help to arrive. As we wait he pulls her in his arms and cries uncontrollably asking how and why she did this. I look up at the desk and fine two letters; one has my name on it. I pick it up and slide it into my coat pocket. When the police arrived with the ambulance, they took the other letter for evidence. After she was removed from the room, the officer asked her brother and I questions then left us alone in her room. I stayed with him that night. He called their mom and she was on the first flight back. The entire night he and I just sat on the couch silent. We both felt numb. My best friend, his sister is dead. After his mom got back home, she set up a funeral for her daughter. She avoided the news and paper by having a small gathering for family only. I was never given the chance to say goodbye to my friend. Instead I just sat in my room with her letter gripped tightly in my hands. Fast forward a few years and I’m in my bed writing this very story. I still keep the letter, but it still remains sealed. Maybe someday I’ll have the courage to open it and read her last thoughts for me but for now, it stays hidden safe in my drawer. I still stay in touch with her brother, and we both continue to heal over time. The memories will always stay with us though. It’s something we’ll just have to deal with. Now I know that she did what she had to do in order to finally have peace. She felt there was no other way. I just wished she held out for a little bit longer to see that life may be hard but it does get better and its worth fighting for. If I learned anything from that experience, it’s that. She taught me the value of life. She taught me to always be strong and not to cave into the pressures and struggles life brings. Because of her, I am the person I am today, and she will always remain in my heart.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC

Incandescent Corruption

The memory seems more like a never ending dream. Actually, it is a nightmare replaying constantly in my head. I close my eyes and that’s all I can see. Even after all these years. It’s like someone got a red-hot brander and seared the inside of my brain with it. I tried to drown the memories out, but they always have a way of crawling back up to the surface. Its something I have to deal with for the rest of my life. I can’t help but look into the cold, blank eyes. The last time I saw them, they were a bright, beautiful, blue and gleaming with potential. But that dramatically changed. Now all that’s left is a hollow, dead stare from a stranger I use to know. I feel goose bumps rise all over my body. My hand rests on her cold, stiff shoulder. How long has she been here? Her porcelain skin was already beginning to have a bluish tint creep across it. I know it’s too late, but I try to shake her and call her name hoping for a miracle. The pools of scarlet collecting around her head quiet that hope and desperation. It’s a silent reminder that’s there’s no way to fix this, that the deed is done. It something I’ll have to deal with for the rest of my life. Tears stream down my cheeks; I can’t seem to make myself move from that spot to get help. It felt like I was frozen in time looking at the empty shell of a fallen friend. She picked the time that she was left all alone to succumb to her poisonous thoughts. Her mother was away on business, her brother was at his shift for work and she and I weren’t speaking at the time. She probably truly felt alone. Still, I should have known this was going to happen. We got into a huge fight a few days before all of this happened. She was upset with me because I brought up how her self-destructive behavior will impact her greatly in the future and how she should talk to a professional for help in order to fix her deep seeded emotional trauma. Unfortunately, she took this as a sign of me abandoning her in her time of need. That was on a Thursday. She didn’t speak to me for two days, I received word from other people that she was abusing substances and self-harming yet again. That’s when I was fed up with this petty argument and went to go clear things up with her and try to help. I’ll never forget the day I walked to her house that Sunday afternoon. When I got there, the door was unlocked so I knew she was home. I called for her, but didn’t get an answer. A pang of worry creped in the pit of my stomach. I raced up the stairs to her room and saw her motionless body at her desk… I hear the front door open and someone coming up the stairs. It was her older brother. I call to him in broken sobs. He rushes in and freezes as I did, taking in the sight. He calls 911 and runs to her side, crying. It seems like endless hours of waiting for help to arrive. As we wait he pulls her in his arms and cries uncontrollably asking how and why she did this. I look up at the desk and fine two letters; one has my name on it. I pick it up and slide it into my coat pocket. When the police arrived with the ambulance, they took the other letter for evidence. After she was removed from the room, the officer asked her brother and I questions then left us alone in her room. I stayed with him that night. He called their mom and she was on the first flight back. The entire night he and I just sat on the couch silent. We both felt numb. My best friend, his sister is dead. After his mom got back home, she set up a funeral for her daughter. She avoided the news and paper by having a small gathering for family only. I was never given the chance to say goodbye to my friend. Instead I just sat in my room with her letter gripped tightly in my hands. Fast forward a few years and I’m in my bed writing this very story. I still keep the letter, but it still remains sealed. Maybe someday I’ll have the courage to open it and read her last thoughts for me but for now, it stays hidden safe in my drawer. I still stay in touch with her brother, and we both continue to heal over time. The memories will always stay with us though. It’s something we’ll just have to deal with. Now I know that she did what she had to do in order to finally have peace. She felt there was no other way. I just wished she held out for a little bit longer to see that life may be hard but it does get better and its worth fighting for. If I learned anything from that experience, it’s that. She taught me the value of life. She taught me to always be strong and not to cave into the pressures and struggles life brings. Because of her, I am the person I am today, and she will always remain in my heart.

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lay on the shadow black grass rise up and rekindle all the memorys that hath been harassed listen to the sorrowful howling wail for all those who contiue to fail the red cresent moon rising high and bleeding the limp, dead body's cast a warning to be heeding one shattered soul takes in the blood and flesh her blood stained hands still crimson and fresh the only thing more dead is the hole bored in her head to be her you must know what it is when a soul's dead to be truly alone to out live all the blood stained ties to home a black cloak and veil cover the ghastly skin she's a being that shouldn't have been always wearing an unseen mask no one was able to ask what tragedy had been in her past no one could ever have guessed how long her pain could last a past the world never gave her a chance to forget as if the world feels her death filled regret bearing the cruel curse she had been given in a way she is always living like a poisin dart embedded in the soul domain slowly eating away till the body only remains can't count all the blood lined roads of her war the deaths fall down onto an unmarked score a girl forever sixteen to her life is cold, hard and mean her chance was taken away never to be returned

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC

A Chance Never Given

lay on the shadow black grass rise up and rekindle all the memorys that hath been harassed listen to the sorrowful howling wail for all those who contiue to fail the red cresent moon rising high and bleeding the limp, dead body's cast a warning to be heeding one shattered soul takes in the blood and flesh her blood stained hands still crimson and fresh the only thing more dead is the hole bored in her head to be her you must know what it is when a soul's dead to be truly alone to out live all the blood stained ties to home a black cloak and veil cover the ghastly skin she's a being that shouldn't have been always wearing an unseen mask no one was able to ask what tragedy had been in her past no one could ever have guessed how long her pain could last a past the world never gave her a chance to forget as if the world feels her death filled regret bearing the cruel curse she had been given in a way she is always living like a poisin dart embedded in the soul domain slowly eating away till the body only remains can't count all the blood lined roads of her war the deaths fall down onto an unmarked score a girl forever sixteen to her life is cold, hard and mean her chance was taken away never to be returned

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