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Apr 2021 · 538
You Need Me -depression-
Noel Apr 2021
You Need Me
-depression-

The only thing that brings him out  
is when I feel that sweet melancholy.
-blessed to be stressed-
A quest to impress.

Not you, but him.

I love what I am but I'd hate to foresee
the potential you'd waste outside of me.

I'll build you up, recraft your name
new hobbies, posts, a little new fame.
cute pics, new tricks, some confidence.
its simple
you're a quick mix fix.

I'm as easy as can be, I know that you see
that a little productivity can keep me at ease.

you always let me go, lazy yet mindful.
you may be stoic but I know your prideful.

Take me as a sign because in this shrine

I need chaos.
uncertainty.
the unknown.

how deep down the rabbit hole will I take you?
either way, for now
you're mine.

I want you to hurt, so we can grow.
I'll let you rest when we get old.
Then we'll reflect on all I've done for you.
It seems like the only time I get creative or ambitious in anyway is when I am feeling somewhat depressed. I need to learn how to focus my drive even when I'm content.
Apr 2015 · 726
Error
Noel Apr 2015
I'm struck with a pitch that seems out of tune
dark inside to a minor prelude.
I can't shake this feeling that something is wrong
in the mind there's terror though the surface is calm.

Which parts do we know, which chorus will I sing
do I sing of joy or the hate that it brings?
The bridge will fall and the melody dies
an error to my ear and a fear to my eyes.

A glitch in this matrix with an itch in this pitch
rhythm before love is a quick pick fix.
Truth defies logic deny it or die
a lie in the grass is still just a lie.

Don't think about it.
Apr 2015 · 1.4k
The Oarsman (song)
Noel Apr 2015
Where do we go as the oar man rows?
I see no light down this stream we flow.
Where do we go as the oar man rows?
In these crossroads I just don't know.

Do you know my dear mother?
Can you hear me, oh father?

Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Where do we go as the oar man rows?

Are there Angels?
Are there Demons?
what am I now?

I am frightened
of the darkness
of the oarsman.

Where do we go as the oar man rows?
Do we just die or do we have souls?
Where do we go as the oar man rows?
Down this dark stream I've come to know.

Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Where do we go as the oar man rows?
There is a dark melody that accompanies this song. It is about a boy who has died, he is trapped in the crossroads between death and whatever lies beyond it alongside the oarsman who continually rows into the darkness.
Dec 2014 · 1.0k
Shades
Noel Dec 2014
Shades they glide from place to place
as ghosts they hide, no face no trace.

Reaching, screaming with desires they cry
as they're trapped in a hell but they don't know why.

Tumbling endless they hope to embrace
a body, a soul, your space, your grace.

Shattered and hopeless they search for lost souls
from those who are sad, with hearts filled of holes.

Weak from regrets and their head filled of shame
lost on a path with themselves to blame.

To envelop your mind to become their own
is the only purpose they've grown to know.

They'll feed you lies, but its a guise
don't give in or you'll be its prize.
Recognize the lies!
Dec 2014 · 4.0k
Beware the Foxes
Noel Dec 2014
-Eternal is a time away-

Etch what you will against the grain
but heed the actions which bind to your name.

The most attractive of creatures know the darkest of deeds
be wary of foxes which hide in the weeds.

They'll jest with your mind of loving lies the sing
you'll dance like a marionette on a string.

They wander in lust in need to feed
devouring quickly to fill the greed they seed.

Tiptoe on daggers and walk through the flame
endure and be faithful or they'll shame your name.

You're so naive it's easy to see
that your heart was destined to a fox like me.
-Just writing while I work, playing with words and thoughts-
Dec 2014 · 517
A Night in the Wood
Noel Dec 2014
The animals are running.
Night is befalling us.
Sickened twines clench within.
 
Forbidden gardens shy their eyes.
Insects crumble beneath the earth.
The steeple light banishes.
 
Appease the darkness
or succumb your will.
Fear the loathing cold.
 
Shadows creep among trees
the birds flock to chase day
I stand arms open waiting for the change.
 
Only the moonlight's madness can veer
prospecting the future of lost outcomes.
The forest holds it's breath.
 
Howling winds guide the dark chill
Everything is gone, the light has vanished
Nothing can be sure of tomorrow.
a really old poem I wrote that I just recently stumbled upon.
Sep 2014 · 1.2k
Goose Flesh
Noel Sep 2014
I am the lust of the softest touch
or the rushing lush when your hair gets brushed.

I am the fear in the darkest nights
Within the long alley roads and eerie street lights.

I am the cringe when your lover cheats
with crippling thoughts beneath the sheets.

I am the excitement of the thief's retreat
or the killer as he ends a thumping heart beat.

I am the feeling of guilt in your shame
as you're being confronted and you know you're to blame.

I am the bliss of your very first kiss
when you're feeling so nervous you'll probably miss.

I am the crawling underneath your skin
as a loud thud slams on your door to get in.

I am the desire of your secret fantasies
the ones which you have in your wildest dreams.

I am the chill when they whisper in your ear
as they pull you in tight, it makes the goose flesh appear.
I love reading Dean Koontz and whenever he says "goose flesh" it makes me happy.
Aug 2014 · 564
Tick Tock
Noel Aug 2014
I'm stuck with this gun that I hold to my head, my finger on the trigger feels as heavy as lead.

It's not death that I want but my freedom to return
I work as a slave given nothing to learn.

I swallow my pride, I **** it right up
like a ***** on the street who gets nothing but ******.

Is this what life's supposed to be all about
wasting away not to figure it out?

It's not that I'm lazy but why be depressed
working somewhere I hate just to feel this stressed?

If you think it takes courage to be a simple tool
then you've already been blinded like a brainwashed fool.

Money is a trap, It'll steer your life to fear
in the hopes of small fortunes where your lives will disappear.

Time is precious, where you spend it's who you are, as the clock keeps ticking decide where you will leave your scar.
I dislike my day job at the Ford plant...
Aug 2014 · 1.5k
-The man in the shed-
Noel Aug 2014
Have you seen the man in the shed?
Putrid flies ***** as they eat at his head.                                        
                   ­                               
He's naked, alone, ******* on the ground
his genitals removed and fed to the hound.

Teeth lay barren amongst torn flesh
the smell of the man is rank but fresh.  
                                                        ­        
Eyes, lips and **** sewn shut.
Foul fluids are smeared as they crust like rust.
                          
He tried to crawl away where the path of blood lay but it seems the man has decided to stay.
  
It's hard to believe but I know what I found, I even heard the man make a faint little sound.    
                                                    
S­o I painted his nails red, purple and blue, can we keep him mommy, please tell me it's true!
Darker thoughts.
Aug 2014 · 5.6k
The Gates of Judgment
Noel Aug 2014
I choose ignorance to influence,  I just want to be.
I've never heard God's word nor has he heard me.

Step by step I move my two feet
walking the path to my own righteous beat.

Though I'm good at heart and kind in soul.
am I supposed to fear the angels toll?

Who made these sins they sound like life
are we puppets for hell, what is this strife?

A fool to believe the lies of a book
so literally influenced, you took the hook.

To enter these gates you must yield perfection
now time for reflection let's start the election.

Now you fear, afraid to live
as if good is something hard to give.

You can't be yourself you struggle to please
now drop for forgiveness and beg on your knees.  

I walk my own path I choose my own fate
if God is so judging then **** his high gate.
Just be yourself.
Aug 2014 · 1.7k
Lies and Logic
Noel Aug 2014
It's hard to see logic when I only hear lies
it's tough to keep fighting when you're running in disguise.

I need to know the truth but when I stare into your eyes
every second that I look it seems a piece of me dies.  

You wear this mask to hide your face
its shame and guilt that took its place.

Tell me please what have I done
I fear my hand which holds this gun.  

Was it me who lost your heart
Or was it he who made it start?  

Tell me *****, did you love this fling
I can't hear you past this awful ring.

No more lies just tell me straight  
Oh no you're dead, I shot, too late...
Aug 2014 · 3.7k
The drummer
Noel Aug 2014
Banging the drums in the depths of hell
the musician drops the beat.

Drumming for demons and sold out souls
the artist stomps his feet.

Everybody's dancing, the liars, the thieves
the creator pops his drink.

Singing, laughing, the killers start clapping
the performer rocks the scene.

Heads are slammin, the felons in famine
the actor inhales to breathe.

Hands in the air, the addicts don't care
the composer brings the heat.

There's chaos in hell, tickets on sale
if you sin then its always free.

The drummer ends the beat.
Just for fun
Aug 2014 · 1.5k
Ego
Noel Aug 2014
Ego
Wandering paths, meandering doors
what lies beyond this city of ******?

Which do I take, where will it lead
to another slave town filled with prisoners of mead?

They've lost their mind of magic to refuge
but the meaning of life has yet to deluge.

Enter your shelter of safety with no fear
lacking in spirit which I hold to be dear.

A clone of the mix with nothing but tricks
you're easy to pick so quick to predict.

Small talking of lies to find common ties
repeating whats heard never dreaming with eyes.

Closed to your soul, the folly of old
wasting away for your fools gold.

Fearing the risk of patience and time
ignoring the climb to reach the sublime.

When will I see, how will I know
will I ever let go for my ego to grow?
Aug 2014 · 1.6k
The Ever After
Noel Aug 2014
Cryptic mist and elder toads
what hides within my forest roads?

Fairy cries and ancient streams
immortals prowl this mystic dream.

What you seek is what you'll find
but beware the lies of the goblin kind.

Paths mislead, thoughts askew
my maze of wonder consuming you.

Find your way to the tree of life
spill your blood with the crimson knife.

Invoke your wish, throw out your soul
self sacrifice for the spirits toll.

One with life, forever lore
my forest is your paramour.
Inspired by Fantasy art postcards!
Aug 2014 · 930
The Time Keeper
Noel Aug 2014
Opening the gateway to traverse the realms
I wield the fires of heaven and the ice of hell.

The last of my kind, my tome, my steed
awake at last, mankind is in need.

They've lost their faith, shunned out their souls
forgotten the watching of the Time keepers role.

feast upon life while your blood remains
for your moment of death will forever reign.

beware the pathway for this is you
good or evil , choose which to be true.

I am the balance of darkness and light
The queen of destiny's loyal knight.

In the wake of our path, there I'll see
deciding the fate of where you shall be.
Inspired by Fantasy art postcards
Aug 2014 · 801
Nightmares
Noel Aug 2014
In nightmares fear lies a child's mind
of wicked horrors where heroes shined.

The curse of the eyes, my dolls can see
for there are creatures that lurk inside of me.

Possess my soul, relieve my pain
hide my feelings to blind my shame.

Alone I wander with monsters and sin
the creeper crawlers beneath my skin.

I fly to run but I promise to stay
may only he who fights keep demons at bay.
Inspired by Fantasy art Postcards
Aug 2014 · 987
He who walks behind
Noel Aug 2014
I know your story I've seen it all
the highest triumph to the darkest fall.

Shallow feelings stalk a heart of gold
though courageous actions make you bold.

Whisper, wonder, lust or cry
I hear your prayers and I know why.

Feed the ego watch it grow
relive your plights but let them go.

Beware the ones who hold you back
what once was light is now just black.

Ask yourself what do you need
whether good or evil selfish greed.

I'll always know what is on your mind
For I am he who walks behind.
Inspired by Fantasy art Postcards
Oct 2013 · 16.3k
The Mushroom Ring
Noel Oct 2013
The Circle of the Mushroom Ring:
Apocalyptic Sanctification

Feasting I wonder when the crumble will begin?
Alas we wait with our circle like friend.
Darkness entwined the vines where I sit
This shall be a night we gnomes won't forget.

History, mystery they all fall down
The human like creatures know nothing in town
for when we feast from this beautiful ring
all us gnomes will dance and sing.

Singing of terror in shadows they fall
creeping through forests watching them all.
I feel the time it grows too near
my senses feel nothing but their unwelcome fear.
Burn...

Fire to fire and dust to dust
Burn the village with pleasant disgust
Reap what you sow and scream what you plead
Ashes they fall, ashes they bleed.

Our minds are tuned with the ring of fate
We are the gods we create.
A mindless journey to tame the souls
to fill our empty heart-seeking holes.

Chanting and dancing we cheer through the streets
the wind of fire such a beautiful beat.
The cries of the children echo in flame
as I mock there howls with laughter of pain.

Steady I walk designing it all
Flooded by voices of the gnomes violent call.
Releasing the rage, spear-stick in my hand
right through the head, bold where I stand.

The village simmers but we do not
Tearing apart what we feel should rot.
The ground is no place for the blood of men
ashes to ashes amen to amend
The cravings wont stop, or my eyes will bleed.
for the fate of mankind is the mushroom ring.

-Do not forgive us for we have not sinned
We bless mother earth through our beautiful wind.-

— The End —