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 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
There is not much people fear But I you will tell you here
That every one in this mortal world
Are all scared of dying without their loved ones near
Or simply just getting old
But I tell you here there is nothing to fear
Because Death isn't that cold

Now my story starts with what I hold close to my heart, See there is nothing more important then my loved ones to me
But I am a broke slob without a job and can't even feed my family
My wife would ***** while I snored and we would never let are children see
But finally one day I got fronted pay to set sail on the sea

It was long days for not much pay to hunt something under the waters hid
The men would tell tales that it was a monsteress whale but others said it was a giant squid
The one thing every one did know is this wasn't a trip for rich to go because there wasn't a single night
That we all didn't miss our wife's or fear for our lives that we weren't going to make it back alright

On one cold night under the stale moon light the monster every one did see
But I was last to know because for my last shift I didn't show and no body awoke me
As I snored inside water poured and in my dream I thought a giant was taking a ***
But as I awoke I knew this was no joke so I began to flea

I climbed up rail and felt the hard rocks hail as I saw the most grizzly sight
The ship was red, every one was mutilated and dead; I couldn't help but go white
All that was left was me but in the water a shadow I did see and in my soul there was still lots of fight
I set set sail threw a harpoon in the monsters tail as I promised the crew I would make things right

Before I knew what to do the horrid creator had turned around
As he hit our load our ship did explode but I wasn't going to drowned
I pulled out my knife, fought within and inch of my life and stabbed it in the heart
As it sank my mind went blank but I knew going after this monster wasn't smart

On top of the waters sea there was a man walking toward me as I took my last breath
I was in a trance and ****** my pants as I saw it was Death
He pulled me out as I began to shout begaing him for one last chance
Life is tough but I haven't had enough, at least let my give my family one last glance

Behind his cloak I saw a smile that made me choke and caused me lost of stress
He said "buddy this is my job I am just a working slob and that monster caused quite allot of distress
You don't have to cry I wont make you die because I still have to clean up this mess
Even though I will let you go I still have to reap the rest

Heres a life boat, oar and that way leads to shore but just know there is nothing special about being alive
One day you will see, you will be doing this job like me; working your 9 to 5
You shouldn't care because eventually your family will also be there and your life again will be stable
You can still have fun even if there is always a job to be done but at least you will be able to put food on the table"

There is not much people fear But I you will tell you here
That every one in this mortal world
Are all scared of dying without their loved ones near
Or simply just getting old
But I tell you here there is nothing to fear
Because Death isn't that cold
Wow this is starting to climb up their fast as one of my more popular poems. If people see this can you comment Y OR N if you Finished It Or  NOT
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
In this world we are tossed
Some of us found
Some of us lost
But we all have to bear our fathers cross

In this world we survive
Some of us starve
Some of us thrive
But we all have to pay with our lives

In this world we are one
But yet we still fight
Some of us start Wars for greed
And some just for fun

In this world we have nothing to fear
For if you are healthy or in pain
The punishment is always just as sever
Because Death is always near
And to him you all look the same
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Where you go I go
But still I will never see
What keeps you up at night
As you softly scream hauntedly

For you I will always care
Even if the sky shattered and fell
I would be there not letting a shard touch your hair
And vowing to make the heavens wish for hell

Where you go I go
But sill you forbid me to ask
From knowing what you know
What happened in your past

For you I am devastatingly aware
Of your sanity and your pain
Life is so cruel and unfair
I wish I could end your suffering alone in your brain

Where you go I go
Where ever it may be
If any one is going to hurt you
I would do it the most softly

We can finally take comfort in the end
And that I am no longer prolonging your pain
To the heavens I pray our souls will send
And that we will be blessed with the chance to start again
Is this poem not very good, its actually one of my more favourite poems but even though its up for interoperation one of mine is that the narrators love is using him to **** them self and really they wont get another chance to be together but it could also be the other way around and they will meet again in heaven or another life. If this poem is bad can some one please let me know.
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need to see it'll be fine

Your voice is not enough
for me to be tough
Your voice is not enough
To help me to not to feel rough

But I'll believe in anything
And You'll tell me anything

Give me your lies
I need sunshine
Give me your lies
I need to be fine

This choice is not enough
To help me feel tough
This choice is not enough
To stop me from feeling rough

But I'll believe in anything
And you'll tell me anything

If I could get higher
By putting my heart in this fire
Then you would share my life
And I'd share your life

If I could separate heart from this lier
Then I could cut the wire
And then You would have a life
And I would have a life

But for now I'll believe in anything
And you'll tell me any thing

Our life is just a sham
So take me where no body knows me
And know body gives a ****

I have become your program
So take me where no body know me
And know body gives a ****

Take me where no body knows me
And no body give a ****
I don't think I like this one, I think I am going to delete it.
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Hey look at me!
Look at what I can do
I can write little rhymes
Just to amuse you

Hey Look at me!
Can you hear my please
I will write any thing for you
Even if its ******

He Look At me!
Why do you taunt
I will do any thing
Just tell me what you want

Hey Look At Me!
I want to make your dreams
I am falling apart trying to please you
I am tearing at the seams

HEY LOOK AT ME!
Just tell me why?
I will do any thing for you
But you don't even care if I die

Hey look at you
You are in so much pain
I want you to look at me
But you want me to do the same
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
What makes a good poem?
Is it that its long
Or short and sweet
If a few people like it, is that a good omen
Or should you be able to turn it into a song
Or should it be tidy and neat

Does it really matter
Does any one even care
If there is a good poem and no one is aware
Was it technically even there

I feel pretty empty
I feel pretty lost
I wonder if people feel the same
That they have to read these things so petty
At their could be idols cost
And is every one of us hacks to blame

Not really, it's a hypothetical shame
This is what writers block comes up with...
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
I was a princes
You were my knight in shining armour
trying regain his honour
and saving the queen from the usurper

I used to be so full of glee
I had a knight to fight my battles for me
But I couldn't see
That your monsters were much more beastly
Some times I look back and ask my self why
But the mere thought that makes me cry

The was a time where our kingdom was at peace
But it soon it sounded like you were always fighting a beast
Eventually it seemed like some one slashed your heart
If only I knew this was only the start
You had a Queen you couldn't appease
And soon the kingdom was torn apart

I used to believe you when you said things would be ok
You were so strong and protected me from dismay
If only I knew it would only be the start
You were gone in a day
It completely tore my heart apart

Now I am no ones little princes any more
I have no knight to fight my war
The future doesn't seem as bright as it used to be
And they say I am becoming a women which ******* scares me

I will always cherish the times I spent with you
But to survive I think there is only one thing to do
To survive I must learn from your might
I must be strong and become my own knight
It looks like this is a poem I wrote along time ago and never submitted it... probably because its not very good but I don't feel like proof reading because no one is really going to read it probably and because I feel like living life on the edge!... is this what the edge looks like now, wow how sad. What ever, enjoy
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Is it really a plague?
Just to be a ***
For them to get peoples pointless destain
When the bible is so Vague

Believe in what you want
But before you taunt
Remember every sin is the same
So you have nothing over them to flaunt
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Why does every thing have to feel so hopeless
Even though I have passion and am ferocious
I am still held back from the dread;
Of this devastating psychosis

I am left stuck up in my head
Thinking about all the things that need to be said
But I still feel that coldness;
Wishing I was dead

I feel so boneless
I wonder if any one would even notice
All these feelings I wish I could shed;
So my heart doesn't feel so soulless

I wonder if I have bin miss lead
I wonder if in the end I will be whole or just a shred
But I think my only prognosis;
Is this feeling will soon spread
And things will really become hopeless
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Oh ****
I'm out of luck
This really *****
I am stuck
how did I get here?
In my own muck

I am held down by locks
But my mind is still sharp as a fox
But I think instead I'll rub my *****
To get off my Rocks
And then wonder if I am queer?
Because I like the look of my own stocks

Now all there is left to do is cry
And wonder that this is what I do instead of try
While I am asking why
Even though I got here with my lies
I wonder if any one will hear?
My rattle as I die
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
How do I get on the front page?
Do I show them my rhymes
Or talk about my crimes
Or do I try and fill their hearts with rage

What is it that I lack?
Do I show that beneath this raging desire;
To set their souls on fire
I am really just a hack

Have I become lost?
I want to bring people near
And show them I am here
But really at what cost?

Am I here alone?
I write out my groans
Into filthy little poems
And take comfort they wont be shown
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
So this is my life
I am... here
Not much left to be feared
Not much flesh left to be seared

A mind full of depression and hate
A body for all that to presentate
And to take also take any thing life has to reciprocate

But I still learned nothing from what people in my life demonstrated
And yet I am still devastated
If I knew life was tainted then why am I so degraded
So frustrated
So mutilated
So... Lost

I could give it a retry but why
I could say good bye but why try
I could die but why try and say good bye when they wont even let you die

And so I am here
To dead inside to shed a tear
With allot more of life I have to endure
And the only thing I have to find a cure
Is what is here
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
The Moon in the sky
Is for every one to see
To call it yours is a lie
Because it only speaks to me

It pulls on my soul
It whispers in my ear
It makes me whole
It makes me listen even when I don't want to hear

Savageness in my thoughts
Sadness in my Heart
Sanity rots
Soulful inspiration to create my art

I wish it would end
It is relentless in its pulling
It twists me and I cant defend
But I will never stop looking
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