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Eric Martin Jan 2017
Take a deep breath in
Close your eyes
Feel whats deep within
Don't believe your lies

Slowly breath out
Feel your stress cease
Release your self doubt
Find your inner peace

Now open your eyes
Everything is going to be all right
Feel your self reach new highs
Ok its time to write
Eric Martin Oct 2017
Pleasure
Pain
In love
Insane

Sever
Maim
Whomever
Who's to blame

Aggressor
Refrain
Forgive forever
For peace to maintain
Eric Martin Mar 2020
Betrayed and Beaten
But still
Believing
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Eric Martin Aug 2018
E E EEE   E    B   A
This is it, im dying
This will be me legacy
It wont be much
But it's worth trying

I am sick of being being alone
I am sick of crying
Let peace be onto me
And Let this be undying
Eric Martin Jan 2017
Skin sizzling
Voice screaming
Tears christening
A ship thats sinking
Eric Martin Jan 2017
I am just another notch to her
Another victim of the *****
I was just a tool to make her purr
I knew better but I still got mixed in

I couldn't resist pathetically
Her witty personality and passion
She just does every thing so sensual and elegantly
Even the way she stabbed me like an assassin

In the blink of an eye she left me for dead
Just walked away like a radiant rebel
Looking for more hearts to break and blood shed
It was worth it though to end up in hysterical and in hell
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Why can't any one els here these voices other then me?
I've asked them to talk to other people but they wont hear my plea
I feel them watching when I'm alone
I hate when people think I'm crazy

They have made me their home
Twisting my thoughts as they roam
Change my memories as they multiply
I am lost and have become their little drone

I never know if what they say is a lie
If I was ever alone I would cry
But since I am not I scream
When I hear my kids will have them I want to die

I have asked doctors to scrub my brain clean
They are working on a scheme
To infect others by over throwing my head
I pretend to not know what they mean

I am in so much pain but still I dread
Being dead
But control I must redeem
So I slit my wrist and as bled
They told me this was just a dream
Eric Martin Oct 2017
Some times I wish my word was as real as my dreams
That life was a little more vibrant and extraordinary then it seems
I would love to be that happy but I just don't have the means
But not only is life not wonderful, it blows my dreams to smithereens
Eric Martin Dec 2016
In my self there is a beast
It stays dormant inside
But some times it has to feast
I am the real Jekyll and Hyde

The monster some times comes out
Even though a nice person is who I try to be
It makes me scream and shout
But I always seem to hurt the people closest to me

I try to figure out whats the trigger
Whats my full moon
Because I want to stop what makes me so bitter
And I want to stop it soon

I finally realized what causes this madness
I should have always known
My full moon was kindness
And the only cure is being alone
Eric Martin Dec 2016
My heart is a seed
Does that sound cliche?
But if you don't water it with love
It will die and wither away

My **** is a branch
Does that sound absurd?
But on a sunny day
It comes out for all the birds

My fist is a leaf
Does it make sense what I said?
But when i get ******
It'll fall on your head

My mind is a stump
Does that sound ok?
With a little thought
It grows and sprouts away

We are all trees
Does that sound dense?
Love, Fight and ****
But use your mind to make sense
Eric Martin Dec 2016
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...
Eric Martin Jan 2017
This is boredom
Tedium at its best
This is freedom
But still I cant get any rest
Eric Martin Dec 2016
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.
Eric Martin Jan 2017
She put a spell on me
She manipulates my heart with alchemy
I love her with no control
Because she controls my very soul

She is so enchanting and mysterious
Her sorcery has got me delirious
I'm her servant and her puppet
And part of me loves it

Some voodoo and a hex
For some ritualistic ***
Under the blood moon a celebration
For the God of *******

My sweet little pixie
Raising the dead with her necromancy
As I watch with dread
She dances with the dead

Witchcraft and conjuring demons from hell
Mystic horrors as the sacrifices scream and yell
I must break free from these sinister restraints; I must rebel
But I can't stop their pains because with magic in my veins I am just a
shell

I am like a doll stuck in its head and helpless
Left to panic about how she is relentless
She is so charming its alarming                        
I wonder who els she will be harming

The ****** psychotic *****
This seductive destructive witch
As long as I am hexed
I am going to be be next
This was a poem I just wrote in my book just to get some ideas down so I could turn it into a song after. I didn't think it was good enough to post here at first but on a second inspection I thought some one might like it.(later) should I change "God Of *******" if its too graphic? I was thinking Devastation, Cremation, Mutilation, Pleasure and sensation, I know there are more but I can't think of any. I just don't want to loose people so early on or I know people might just think its gross.
Eric Martin Dec 2019
Lost in devastation
Fighting of inebriation
Hopelessly lost
Clawing out at all cost
To divert Death's sweet sedation
Eric Martin Dec 2016
You're hurt
You're tired of fending
You have become an introvert
Who's always defending

Tired of always looking for something real
But you can no longer feel
Because everone is trying to steal
You're heart instead of lending
You can no longer heal

You have become weak, Meek
You feel like a freak
You're no longer unique
You no longer seek

Love
God above
A group to be apart of
Any one that gets close you shove

But your not dead
Healing takes time
Move ahead
Life's a mountain that you must climb

Sure your sore
And life's become a chore
But your strong
And life is long
You'll endure
Soon you will restore
And soon will be asking for more
Eric Martin Dec 2016
If you like to howl
Taste things fowl
Stay up like an owl
And act shallow

Your Wrong

If you feel for peoples pain
Question if your sane
Like crying in the rain
Hate financial gain

Your Wrong

If you like to sing
Love the flowers in the spring
Hate when life stings
Wish you could fly with open wings

Your Wrong

If you live for thrusting
Love when people are lusting
Think monogamy's disgusting
And that *** is trusting

Your Wrong

If you think life's not a mess
Like kneeling with rest
Think hardships a test
And to be good you need to confess

Your Wrong

If you think you can be right
While the rest of the world is full of spite
Want to be some thing the world can't smite
And for every thing not to be finite

Your Wrong

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