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1.4k · Oct 2010
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(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
1.3k · Jun 2011
Happy?
When was the last time you looked at your self
and felt truly happy?
Perhaps when you were young and worry free
or maybe when you were thirteen.
The first kiss, the last fist you ever shook at someone in anger.
Perhaps you were never happy, I know The exact day when I
was happy. The day I was born.
1.1k · Feb 2010
Erinyes
night escapes the morning
moon leaves the stars behind
my thoughts pass through,
the window of time
like shadows that move
with no human counterparts
i am a memory
lost within a spy
to those who killed
without question
or spoke of me in lies
so i break their backs
across open seas
I split their souls
from their bodies
and
devour them piece
by piece
(c) Isaac Thornhill
997 · Feb 2010
Lust
As i climbed the shadowless mountain
her voice still ringing in my ears,
that laugh, a child's laugh, with eyes of a demon
with claws that rip and tear
the mountain was tall
its rock face steep
i slipped many times
my hands cracked and bleeding
i forced myself further up
on wards toward the sky
what is this great mountain that i climb?
i ask myself, why lust?
why do i torture myself, with her memory.
Her haunting demands,
her unquenchable taste for desire
its a fools journey
love(lust) never lasts
love (lust) will leave you broken
yet we return to love(lust)
like an old faithful dog
until i reach the top of the great mountain of love(lust)
ill keep searching
bandaging my wounds
along my path of life
920 · Feb 2010
Angel or Demon
They came in the dark
the shadows of the walls
biting and moaning
searching for more
so true was their lust
for torture and pain
it didn't matter the victim
innocent nor vain
to open their world
was to invite them in
they will not stop
once they are summoned
to capture your soul
is all they are wanting
to show you the paradise
of pleasure and pain
the rites of passage
begin again
now i will leave you this curious thought
are you an angel or a demon?
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
878 · Feb 2010
Freedom isn't free!
Light a fire under your assmove boy, moveno time to catch your breaththe fires closing fastthe tree line approachingthe horizon line2 more hoursto the drop zonefreedom at lastto burnthe place downtorch all the animalsVengeance at lastThe small village scaredthey run for their livesno chance at survivalthe ****** blastskin blisters and peels awayscorched bodies fallthe smiles of the killersslowly fade awaynot a guerrilla outpost they thought it should bethe bodies writhingthe faces of the burningwill never leave their memories
(c) Isaac Thornhill
To all those wrongfully killed in war.
845 · Feb 2010
Amor fati
frightful
nightfall
fearful
fight
a lost cause
losing his sight
denied
he tried
to call his friends
on that fateful night
"to fear" they said
"was to accept your fate"
denied he tried
to lose his face
"thats a load of tripe" i said
to their reply,
"you can laugh all you want,
but they will get you in the end."
they smiled as if i was in defeat
" you do not understand,
your already in hell with me."
(c) Isaac Thornhill
785 · May 2010
Nature and the Skye
In her skin are pools of gold
to touch them, to take them
to make them his own
Her flower unbroken,
like the morning dew
wet from a rainy day

His eyes are like cameras
they watch her every move
Her hands move over
His tough exterior shell
He wont let you in
Each layer must be passed away

Her skin met his hands
his telescopic eyes
moved over her golden mountains
like clouds over the sky
The two have never met
not in a thousand years
Such a tragedy of time
when we don't know the others
love exists
(c) Isaac Thornhill
784 · Feb 2010
Imagination of me
an evil twin
born of magic
made of flesh
to cause great havoc
an evil eye
that once sees all
flourishes under the great fall
now made of flesh
to grasp her sister
to switch souls
to make sister a listener
the sister fights back
does not claim the evil twin
the evil twin has no power
once again
the flesh torn from her body
her soul is dragged back
to the black abyss hollow
now the sister is scarred
and can never be free
so the evil twin
will have her chance
once again
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
766 · Feb 2010
Starve
deep in my body a rumble beganstarted out low and rumbled againhow do i fightwhat i can not seehow do i deal with the hunger i wonder how that burger will tastethat steak or that piefresh from the bakeryOh apple pieI would slaughter that cowfor a shank of his ribsor drive that bullet for a few slices of bacondoes this make me evilor bad or meanit just makes me humanno matter how obsceneif only my hunger from my brain could be trickedto believe i was fulloh what a trickso i will go on starvingto make my self  thinwhat will i do if i die in the end
(c) Isaac Thornhill
754 · Feb 2010
Oh! Sister!
Broken
Bleeding
on the floor
say no more!
say no more!
my heart fluttered for you
you snatched it up
like a hawk on the prowl
Broken
Bleeding
on the floor
say it once more
lie to me
if you must
lie to your self
if makes it all
Better
tell them all
how you feel
you wont
you cant
Broken
Bleeding
at the door
Knock no more!
Knock no more!
(c) Isaac Thornhill
737 · Jan 2010
I doubt it
Along the path of life
we love
i doubt it
If there ever was a lie
i told it
i doubt it
So why the pain?
you lived it
i doubt it
Until the end
you chose to ignore it
you doubted it
(c) Isaac Thornhill
There's a place
deep within my soul
i fear its forgotten
become very cold
it's where doubt lives
and breaths are structured

mechanized devices
half created
maladjusted
to reap the rewards
of this great despot
the truth must be bold
the suns heat adjusted

don't live in the heart
and let the brain become
congested
open your lungs
deep breaths make you disgusted

the world as we know it
has become something else
were very far behind
from when we were tested
we humans were put here
to protect this delicate planet
to live our lives
not create such havoc

"its our nature to destroy."
says the man to the boy
its each generation that learns from the last
i fear they have forgotten how to look in the past
(c) Isaac C Thornhill
728 · Mar 2010
Path of the Gods
wheres the fire
whats your hurry
do not be afraid

burn the priest
forgive the temple
its all been said before

in his eyes
you shall be free
the lies he told
us to believe

with false hope
and a bitter tongue
his vengeance
he did release

and over night
the first born died
the way
he said they would

now you think
him cruel
or evil even
warn them he tried to do

their cruelty
knew no bounds
their flesh was rotten
had to be punished

thats what gods
are supposed to do
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
708 · Feb 2010
Fear of Life
the light switch goes off at my time of bed
the cover pulled tightly over my head
the darkness slowly
fills my room
i hear heaving breathing
heavy hoofs fill my ears
its to late now
no turning back
i cant move from my bed
or they might attack
rip me from limb to limb
pull my organs out and feast upon them
but wait I'm being silly
theres nothing to fear
i have my trusty flashlight
right here on my bed
i flip it on
pan around the room
theres no one around
but i know better
I flick the flashlight off
and return to my cover
the monsters have missed me
one more night.
(c) Isaac Thornhill 2007
703 · Nov 2010
In Memory, Sylvy Thornhill
Here she lays
on the 29th of Novemeber
Black and white and so elegant
she was with me when i divorced my wife
she never judged me
stayed by my side
slept where i did
she was my rock
Sylvy is her name
i will forget not
how you bumped my leg
with your head
when you wanted my affection
you kept my undivided attention
you were what a women would be
I love you always and will miss you forever
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
677 · Feb 2010
Aion
In the mist of the morning
I lose my way
Through the haze and the fog
I must find a way
Dutiful and progress are my lock and key
The day wears on
My soul wears thin
My shadow I cast is long and proud
Am i the only one
Who is happy to be alive
I'm driven by no purpose
No sense of self release
My language i speak
Is that of the murdered
the meager and the weak
The universe in infinite
our lives are so very short
to live a full life
on this plane we call earth
644 · Oct 2010
Status Unknown
There once was a man
He was quite the fool
He loved only when loved
Never thought to deceive
only  himself
was he disguised as a liar

Almost ruined a good life
the perfect bride
the chosen wife

His hands filthy
can never get cleansed

For this his heart is broken
only she can heal his wounds

The trust is lost
shes no fool

He will fight
He must
to win back her devotion

To give her what she has given him
a chance to be loved
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
640 · Feb 2010
Albedo: Part I
Part I

All at once the light was blinding,
and he said, "Come forth and be saved"
"What is this place?" the man asked.
"You are to be judged for your sins."
"who shall judge me?" the man asked. "who here in this place of light?"
"The Almighty one, your god."
"I have no god, priest." the man spoke, "is it to be hell then?"
"god does not **** anyone, he forgives all."
"what is your purpose?" angrily the man asked. " the breeze through the trees has purpose, the oceans have drive."
the man paused letting the priest reflect on his comments.
"what is your purpose?" the man asked the priest.
"I welcome all new souls to this place, here they await passage through these gates."
"So i died then, dead, how did it happen?"
"your heart stopped beating while you were eating your breakfast.
you were dead before you finished your toast." The priest spoke with a sly smile.
" I have no memory of such a thing, a trick, a joke.
this place is a fabrication in a dream, any moment i will awake in my room or a slumber in my chair or bed"
Moments passed and the priest said nothing, he just stood and watched the man, studied him.
"time is infinite here, you ask all the questions you have. thats why i am here. to help you understand." the priest spoke.
" memories, i have no memories, why can i not remember anything from my life?"
"once you pass through these gates, you will attain all your memories."
"then what difference does all this make, if i will be admitted into this heaven, all my questions are in vein."
The priest confused, spoke, "all your questions are to help you understand, where you are and what has happened to you."
the priest walked back and forth studying his hands with a sly smile.
" why do you smile, priest?" angry once again the man spoke.
"I smile because i know of gods love."
"if your god is so divine, why the slaughter, why the pain, the killing, all in his name. are we puppets, with no real control of our lives.
will we come to this heaven regardless of how we live our lives.
I'm not a man of faith, faith is for those who fear god, not welcome him."
"all he ask's is that you believe in him, thats it, nothing more." the priest opened his arms as if to offer love.
"I do not want his love, I do not want anything. I led a good life on earth, if my time was up, then so be it.
I did not want to move on to this place. I wanted my soul to join the thousands of others, oblivious to its plight."
Angrily the man pointed a finger at the priest, "not everyone wants to go to heaven!"
609 · Mar 2010
BRING BACK THE WALL!
What have we done
Where has it gone
The wall is missing
Get the riot gear and shotguns

We must be given
The chance to be together
Why close us off
In neat little packages

Why not let the community decide
We are the ones who contribute
We want to support
our brothers and sisters

So if there is to be no wall
Then give us something similar
We obviously like your website
Or no one would come
copyright (BRING BACK THE WALL)
608 · May 2010
Morālis
"What is there to say"
Not much i guess
More or Less

"Have you told a lie today?"
"I bet YOU did?"
More or Less

"The sky is on fire"
"Such randomness"
More or Less

"What if i said i love you?
Would say it back?"
More or Less

"You haven't a clear thought
in your head at all, have you?"
More or Less

Much like the wind
that flows across the sky
or the moon that moves
without the naked eye
I see what i want and
hear what i can
Does that make me no less a man?

I think not, there for i am.
I haven't a clear thought,
and you have no head.

I guess I'm just rambling,
but thats all we ever do.
Rumble about this or that,
it doesn't really matter
if you shower or bath.

Well this doesn't make much sense?
How can it be?
Should i listen to structure,
the song of the bee.

Forever and over the light passes through.
From night time to day time,
listen to the Sioux.
The soul of the earth is dark and corrupt
are these just words, they cause such a fuss.

I'm done rambling, for now.
If I see you again it will be in the sky.
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
596 · Feb 2010
Se on hänen (It's her)
the way your hair falls
It's her
the touch of light in the morning on your face
It's her
your smile,
your grace
It's her
its always been , never was anyone else
never a thought longer than a second
It's her
592 · Feb 2010
Boy with a coin
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds With bullets and pages of trade magazines Close to a car that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to circle the world A girl with a bird she found in the snow Then flew up her gown and that’s how she knows That God made her eyes for crying at birth Then left the ground to circle the Earth A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans Then making a wish he tossed in the sea Walked to a town that all of us burn When God left the ground to circle the world
(c) Iron and Wine
I have fears yes i do
but there mostly silly
like me and you
a fear of a spider  
fear of the dark
such a silly thought
theres nothing in the shadows
so what do we fear
our own selves
perhaps its simpler
who knows
i have fears yes i do
we wont tell you
you have no clue
your to afraid to ask
to get to close
we wont hurt you
i have fears yes i do
579 · Mar 2013
En krigere bønn
når jeg dør  -    when I die
                            legge meg på en båt    -     lay me on a boat
                                                            ­         satt det i brann   -     set it afire
                                                           ­                                        sende meg flytende     -    send me afloat
578 · Feb 2010
Meaning of life
all the **** I've been through

pain,suffering,loss

these words cannot describe what i feel

anger, stupidity, blame

all these things I've turned to

fear, death, peace

a loss of ones self is the road to peace, when we have lost everything, only then can we begin to accept that which we can not control. open your eyes. close your mouth, listen. the old are the wise and the youthful age dies young. forget what you think you know, we don't know what we really want in this life. there is no deeper meaning. were here to pro-create and die. there is a another side to the coin, however most people dont take the time to find it.

have deep meaningful relationships with everyone you call your friend and a few that you don't call your friends. don't make enemies, keep your nose clean and it will all work out in the end. thats *******! we die unhappy full of apathy. no one tries to better there selves, we think by buying a bunch of crap we don't need defines who we are. what we do in this life, the relationships we create with other souls, with other humans. thats how we should be remembered. "he was always nice." "he went out of his way to help others." "he was a good man/woman."

life is about moments shared with another person. be social. find your true self. become one with your soul. I've felt disconnected from my soul for so long, my dreams are filled with out of body experiences, where I'm watching myself do something instead of participating. we've all lost contact with ourselves. its never too late, late is such a profound word isn't it. finalizing everything. even this rant.
(c) something i wrote about a year ago.
576 · May 2010
Life Producer
In the dark
She calls to me
A loud whisper
A silent scream
In the distance
The lights grow dim
On borrowed time
I guess it is
Leave it to me
To get stuck here
This place of shame
Of tortured lust

My eyes flicker
My hearts jumps
My breaths are deep

Within my chest
So i sit and listen
Patiently wait
For the day to come
For my chance at fate
My faith at hands
To reveal my future
(c) Isaac Thornhill
575 · Jun 2010
The Force of Character
Always
Waiting
Never
Alone
Turning
Face down
A hand
of stone

Burnt ashes
falling
tortured
no more

Forever
tumbling
down the hole

Broken
Promises
Tired
of lies

Blissful
Denial
Told me
you tried

Bury your crosses
under the bridge
Leave behind
everything
that made you live

You will see me
no more
try not to
forgive

Alone

Goodbye
(c) Isaac Thornhill
574 · Oct 2010
Well
What if i disappear
Would you notice me gone
are you to busy
to see that I'm lost
the leaves glide across
an empty road
the wind blows your hair
even when im not there
what if i disappear
this question i ask you
from so far away
i whisper the question
hoping you will hear me
so many promises
i will never keep
just think for a second
what if i disappear
would you life be very different
would your bed be cold
with out me in it
will the light seem dimmer
without my energy to add to it
your days might drag on
your nights...forever
what if i disappear
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
567 · May 2010
Conversations with me
Does anyone ever tell you
that your poems ****
No, never
they bow and they drivel
they dont give a ****
and once hold you high
always pretending
"its never a lie."
Well,
you wouldn't know talent
if it rained from the skies
crashed upon your head
or
popped out your eye
"dont be so silly, talent does fall from the skies. "

Well you wouldn't know anyway,
your as dumb as your lies.

"Truth be told, i never liked you
Even when you tell the truth
your tongue is bitter
your words are full of filth
your eyes light up
when a lie presents itself
you take full advantage
like a kid ******* himself"

"well i never liked you either!"
you shout in your shriek, annoying voice.
"my brother my sister i hate my choice,
even more than i hate you."

"so why tell the lie,
say you like something
you really dont?
"is it hubris or jealousy,
that compels you to speak?
or do you understand
the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

You **** your head to the side,
just the way i hate. open your mouth,
all filled with negate.
"Dont do this or that."
you do it anyway.

"shut your mouth for two seconds,
listen to what i say.
I tell you that i love you,
and i do really like your poems.
Your so full of hate and
you despise the things you say.
desperate and alone, your meanness
drives everyone away.
So alone we will be, forever
trapped in our own minds.
Disgusted and hated,
Two of a kind.
(c) Isaac Thornhill
548 · Feb 2010
I hate kids!
I hate kids!
my girlfriend said to me
I love my children very much she says!
i just hate the things they say
they do not listen
allie is 2 and lilly is 3
they dont know what they do
they just do it
they make messes
and make their mother curse
I hate kids! she tells me
I love my children very much she says!
this is the way she copes
the way we all cope
because we all used to be 2 or 3
making messes
im 32 and i still make messes
my messes are easier to clean up
i love as well as i can
children love without regard
we could learn a lot from kids 2 or 3
548 · Jun 2010
Mi Amor
Just a few more minutes
is all we ever want
a few more days
until our final resting spot
make those minutes last
the most of what you got

dont deny yourself
simple pleasures
select delights

never live there
no not in the past
you will regret everyday
as if it were your last

so heed these simple words
from a most humble man
to live life to the fullest
take what you can
give as much to others
only what you have

your breaths will be full
your eyes will light with life
your soul will be clean
your life will be alright
(c) Isaac Thornhill
545 · Feb 2010
It started with a Spark
I write with a fervor
a lust for the written page
my love burns
like an open flame
so true the desires
that come from my heart
a spark of imagination
that leads me along
to a great story or
just a short poem
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
526 · Feb 2010
A Memory
Today,
such a simple thing
Breathing,
like rain on the road
Fire,
frees the soul
Pain,
brings it all back again
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
516 · Mar 2010
Faultless
On the floor
a stain
a mark
thats always been there
i wash
try to scrub away
its like a memory
the stain is gone
but the memory remains
(c) Isaac Thornhill
481 · Nov 2015
The Truth Hurts
This is not a happy place
We love to hate each other,
inside a very safe space.
Lies are sold on lips of youth
disguised as truths, forbidden fruits.
When it crashes on your pretty head,
just remember what ol' uncle sam says,
you never had a choice.
(c) I.C.Thornhill
393 · Nov 2015
This City
this city
with its filth and flat roads
***** deeds, so it goes
need a fix?
need a hit?
this city
has your need
here take a swig
cost?
its high, you bet
so it goes
oh little boy
oh sweet girl
hands between his legs
her face down on the couch
just a fix?
just a hit?
this city has got what you need
so it goes
so it goes
(c) I.C.Thornhill

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