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Jun 2016 · 458
Poem no. 13
It’s a lonely feeling, the feeling like you want to die
It is not something you tell people, but something to hide
Life is precious and exciting, but what a cruel lie
For the things I’ve seen and been through is nothing to try

I cut to release the pressure building inside
It helps for a while, but comes back double in size
The deeper the cut the more it goes
But the deeper the cut, the more it flows

The scars are not beautiful, they scream my desire
If only I was brave enough to cut a little wider
The blood will flow and cannot be stopped
I will be free but at such a massive cost

The black hole that sits in my soul
Devours the life of happiness I’m told
God does not love me
God does not care

Maybe I will feel more at home in the land of despair
I’ll be accepted by the ones who have gone before me
The cowards who have chosen the hanging tree
Made for people who have done nothing but be

I’ll suffer, but I won’t suffer alone
I guess that’s better than being unknown…
May 2016 · 416
Poem no. 12
Take me to a place where I can run
Through the hills without tiring,
Where I can swim to the depths
Of the sea without drowning,
Where I can fly through the sky
Without falling…

Take me to a land where horse can fly,
Where trees sing and dance in tune,
Where birds grow the to the size of elephants,
And humans turn into wolves…

Take me to a place filled with magic,
Take me to a place saved by freedom,
Take me to heaven.
Feb 2016 · 504
Poem no. 11
A sorry message just for you
I don’t know what happened
And I’m positive you don’t know too
I thought I should just send
You a message just to say
How horrible I felt the whole day
Sitting silent with you by my side
Made me feel like a dying tide
If I knew what it would feel?
More like the needle on a spinning wheel
Temptation to end the loneliness I felt
Deserts freeze and icebergs melt
Total chaos without you their
I sat in turmoil of great despair
Please forgive my ******* mode
I hate to be in solitude
I thought you were angry
I thought you didn’t care
But it was me being stupid, insecure and scared
I perceive things as I think they are
I’m wrong most of the time
I realised this in the car
And now I write you another poem
Hoping to let you see what you should know
I’m a horrible, terrible friend
But I will need you until the very end
I’m selfish and rude with a lot to say
So please forgive me if you may
I am daft and full of ****
And you are the one that should use wit
That I am a sad, negative soul
Who doesn’t deserve to be whole
And with you by my side that is what I will be
A force to behold with my Parabaiti
Jan 2016 · 430
Poem no. 10
My life would be a tale of decay
Darkness clouding my life in disarray
Loneliness would be my only acquaintance
Taunting me with bitter conversations

Thinking back to the days before you
Happiness seizes and hatred flows true
Humans were brutal, psychotic machines
Destroyers of pure, lifetime dreams

The one who I can completely trust
The one who will tread through dust
Taught me to see with a new perspective
And helped me through what I would never have expected

Cleared my mind of hatful rings
Showed true friendship in everything
Helping me live through all the rough
Made me feel like I was good enough

Brought me into her wonderful life
And made a true sacrifice
Promising a friendship fierce and strong
Parabaiti for life in a beautiful song.
Dec 2015 · 517
Poem no. 9
We see without looking
We eat without tasting
We live by surviving
Yet not living at all

We say without knowing
We learn without growing
We live by surviving
Yet not living at all

We step without watching
We hope without acting
We survive by living
Yet not living at all

We trust too generously
And wonder why we get hurt
We lie so easily
Yet wonder why we aren’t told the truth

We live without appreciating
And die wishing we did more
We live by surviving
Yet not living at all
Sep 2015 · 603
Poem no. 8
Running through the forest, into the night
A fire grows strong, a murderous light
Burning the living and eating the dead
The fire grows hungry, leaving havoc in its stead

Weakening the giants, making them tumble
Falling to the ground, an echoing rumble

Ground shaking, twigs breaking
Running for my life, escaping my demise
Death is knocking at my door
My heart speeds as I soar

Trees fall as I fly, feeling so lost
I can’t deny, death is near
My time has come, falling to the ground
Filled with contentment, heaven shines down

Created by the same God
Grown with the same love
I feel no pain, my sufferance gone
The trees and I have become one
Aug 2015 · 715
Poem no. 7
The full moon in all its glory
A beam of light, an epic story
The moon was once a piece of rock
Useless to the universe, a massive shock
When the bang made this tiny specimen
A wondrous beauty, a well learnt lesson

The earth praised this magnificent candlelight
The moon created waves as a gift, a glorious sight
The flat, unmoving waters, now an unending dance
Humans caught by its splendour in a delightful trance
Blinded by its unyielding power
The moon did not stop, flooding to devour

The Gods took away the moons full beauty
Leaving upon it, a terrible duty
The moon full for only three days, only to wait
A fortnight again to be whole, it was abate
It is a truth known; only the weak minded lose to shame
To see innocence turn evil by power, a wicked game

Power is given to those who are worthy
Worthy are those who control power and show mercy.
Aug 2015 · 1.5k
Poem no. 6
The death of a sibling so greatly seen
Forever lost, an object of feen
Losing one so young is all but a sin
Hatred boiling throughout my kin

Never having been able to say goodbye
Bellowing throughout the house, my piercing cry
I live to walk alone without my support
The death of my sister has made me distraught

A punishment for all my crimes
God’s grace is all but dimes
Screaming out for her return
Left with nothing but a yearn

The death of an enemy so terribly lost
The one that you've hated, at what cost
Never will you be able to say sorry
To all the wrongs committed, the worry

A teaching in life for which I’ve learnt
Love the ones you've dangerously burnt
Regret is a pain that eats at your soul
A reckoning that defeats the biggest blow

Life and death work in a mysterious way
One cannot live without the others decay
Although one must start for one to end
The Alpha and Omega, the worlds amend.
Aug 2015 · 629
Poem no. 5
Everyday I wake with a pain,
Forever in my chest, it will rein
The feeling so cold, it freezes my soul
A payment I must give, a living toll

I have never felt so alone
In those few seconds that are known
So many before me have lived this lie
That life is some mysterious high

But for the rest, each day is a test
To see who will overcome being suppressed
Living a life of lies and deceit
Trying to be accepted, but becoming effete

Some people that have lost all hope become weak
Giving in to the decision to perish, they die in defeat
Those critical seconds of choice
One of the few moments when some have a voice

They could decide to just give up and die
Or to choose to continue prospering and fly
Or curl in a ball of loneliness and sorrow
Questioning their life and hating tomorrow

I wish I were saved from this life changing decision
So I know there is some sort of provision
Stopping me from losing hope and ending it all
I want to die when the time is right, a willing fall.
Aug 2015 · 569
Poem no. 4
The emptiness of love, known throughout her heart
Painted in a deathly black ink, a widely known art
The hurt and loss of the mother she once knew
All but a monster for which was far too true

Never thinking what was wrong with her praised angel
The little girl blamed herself for everything deemed fatal
It was her wrong doing for the horrendous money arrangement
It was her fault for the termination of her father’s unholy engagement

This story has been played continuously throughout history
However the ending of it has always been a mystery
How could so many humans treat their own so poorly?
How could someone's subconscious let this nightmare become average cruelty?

We must stand against such abuse for the future race
Letting people act this way is human’s biggest disgrace
Abuse, no matter how small, should be destroyed
The love for humanity should become greatly employed

Equality is a right our ancestors fought and died for
We cannot let it become our greatest downfall.
Aug 2015 · 960
Poem no. 3
Time and time again, I have fallen
Risking a life I have chosen
Yet strong enough to start from the beginning
I continue choosing a life worth living
I am a warrior

All the challenges I have faced
All the levels I have raised
These thoughts keep me going
Strong enough to keep me knowing
I am a warrior

I have seen my darkest side
Walking in faith with a fearless stride
Always knowing that I will succeed
I follow a path that is right for me
I am a warrior
Aug 2015 · 597
Poem no. 2
Sleeping scared in the darkest night
Waiting for him to return and fight
A feeling of nothingness as my emotion
Towards the thought of another devotion

Crying out silently for my escape
Thinking not of the dreaded ****
May the angels and saints bless my life
And keep me from this wicked strife...

Defiant against a willing soul
Thinking back and losing control
Never knowing of which is right
Learning evil with Satan’s delight

Leaving the lord an empty heart
Secretly being torn apart
Feeling alone with others alike
Anger to everything that’s apparently right

Hatred flowing throughout my veins
Needing support from my metallic chains
Life will never be an amusing game
For myself, a loathful shame.
Jul 2015 · 780
Poem no. 1
Roses shrivel in winter’s core
Skies decay on mountain’s gore
In lies a youth with severed paws
Death is crawling on all fours…

In the meadows of a shepard’s land
Lays a mother on rigid sand
Staying there for which she will
Tomorrow she must pay her bill…

A long distance so far away
A father of four can all but stay
For he, a widower can leave no trail
Of the ever-lasting love, doomed to fail…

Lonely is as lonely does
Reeks the evil of Morsel’s couz
A wretched soul for which he rusts
Now that bellows in the dust…

Strange although all is true
The youth is dead, cold and blue
The mother in prison with many a trife
Killing her child has given her life…

The reunion of two ruined souls
Buried side-by-side near the blinded moles
Morsel’s couz will burn in hells might
Forever a figure of wicked light.

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