- 13h
oh beast on fire
enlighten us one last time
expose the cruel ways of the holy spirit
announce the opening of your new kingdom
invite all the wicked and reject all the innocent
abandon the echo of the riots
and come with us
to the edge of the universe
where everything ends
the pearls and newborn suns
the realities and fantasies
where the beast stands tall again
remind them that
penetrating stilettos
comes with luxuriant blood
Cleo 23h
time is blood
and blood is time
all the blood of my ancestors
flowing through my veins
why did i forget their song
the drums of life
lyrics of freedom
Iska 1d
'Why is it so painful to grow?'

A seed.
Just a seed buried under the ground.
Under the pressure of the soil,
It fights to grow.

The seed cracks,
such a sturdy little seed,
opens with a painful snap.

A sprout coils out.
Out of the cracked little seed.
A sprout now crushed under,
Under the pressure of the unforgiving ground.

Yet still... It grows.

A little sprout,
Now reaches up.
Up and away from the little seed,
and up to the light of the sun.

Pushing and groaning it bursts out.
Out from the unforgiving ground.
Yet now new dangers are to be found.

Will it be trampled
Or eaten alive?
The possibilities are endless,
The ways it could die.

And still.. it grows.

The sprout toils endlessly,
always stretching and growing
Reaching for the crimson sun.

The rain falls down
beating upon the sprout.
Pelting it's skin and whipping it about.
It skin hardens painfully,
and sprout becomes stem.

And still It grows.
The stem keeps reaching,
Stretching to the sky.

The stem then splits
It rips in two a bud appears
A little bud,
With so much to do.

Then the bud breaks
A crack appears
a petal unfurls from within.

Then it's a bloom.
Such a sweet little thing.
Until the crack stretches
So the bloom can grow
In to the beautiful rose
We've all come to know.

And still.. it grows.

Thorns burst free
Breaking out of the stem
And petals billow and grow in the breeze.

Then you see me,
And my beauty delights you,
So you wish to see me every day.
And your scissors encircle me
To give you your way.

They cut me in half.
They slice me in two.
being a rose,
There was naught I could do.

You carry me with you,
Your hands coated in my blood,
I'm dying slowly,
All for your love.

And now... I can't grow.

So as I bleed and wither in pain,
You place me in a vase
Or press me in a book,
All to save the bloom for another day.

And as I gasp for air,
Among your dry pages,
You leech me of all life,
Perfectly preserved
just so I could last the ages.

Or else I am drowning
In glass and water
My beauty wasted
hour by hour
Day by day
All to satisfy your whimsical ways.

And now all I wish to know,
'Why is it so painful to grow?'
Movement of time collides
with tear drop melody
darkened angel
to final day symphony:

gun blasts in homeland
enter familiar flesh-
different tongues conceal
common threads that makes us

wounded souls call for God
in bomb dimpled lands-
far from American eyed reach
and inside

amidst spiritual sands

Treading with foot print patterns
around rock’s pure holiness
meditating in temples
laden in gold tributes

seeking truth’s distant comfort

guns blast in homelands
families wonder why-

pain embraces consciousness
dripping hints of salvation
into thick Iron pools
of Christ’s calling

red horse not so distant
seven seals awakening
run back to one
it’s time to find love
The tragic happenings of todays time.
unnamed 1d
They're applauding the madmen
The magicians need to hide
Prophets with pens are shushed
The heroes are on the other side

The beggar spits blood on the streets
The death car is late again
Money is invisible now
All pleasure is pain

The girl with the glasses smiles
She thinks its all good
The wolf has been prying and
She's no red riding hood

The masked men are looking
For reasons to kill
Run for cover,hide
You know the drill

The crying kids are poking
Their dead mother's remains
She won't come back to life
Her blood has filled the drains

The future ones are fidgeting
They're trying to make some noise
But they all look the same now
And they all think alike

The daydreamer sips his coffee
And writes bullshit in blue
He thinks he knows but
He doesn't have a clue.
Amanda 1d
The cut on my inner palm.

It reminds me of the night you told me that
you thought we'd be better off going on our own paths,
and how my blood didn't seep as deeply into life's cloth
as your longing for someone new was aching above the surface.
Smile, and my heart just flutter
Taken aback, I frown unknowingly
"It could be for anyone", I said
But it would be nice
If that smile's for me
Smile, and sometimes my brain dies
Uncontrolled blood flow to my face
My stomach just dances at the thought
My palms and face sweat furiously
I might just blow up right here right now
Smile, and it would be enough
I'll watch from a safe place
Out of your own world
Where you and I can't get hurt
021117
I don't know why I keep on modifying my works here :)
ayd 1d
orange skies were over our heads
The blood of what once was the future for us
Now seeps into my sheets
The stains are something that now

When someone lays with me, they’ll see it.
They’ll see how alive we could have been
how much time was spent
Where our future could have went

The way that we wanted, the life that we had started.
The seeds we planted
Something that could have only been imagined
Together, you and I

it could have been

im not sad
i promise.
I've accepted it.
we will never be friends again.
i fell in love with a friend. she told me a dream about her being trapped inside of this house and every single room she went in. she had to restart. until she eventually got out. and when she got out, it was beautiful, the sun was setting, the skies had an orange tint. ~
that same night, i had a dream about someone chasing me with a guy Fawkes mask. our dreams collided. now, we'll never share a bond that close again.
Jack S 2d
Blackred blood creeps through my veins
Drawn by the blackred rose it crawls down my hand
                                                                                             my back
hardened with work
no longer feels the weight
nor the path which slithers down my spine
the winding rose thorns
bend and tighten
the tongue of
silver
‘ah’
with a
crack of teeth
the spiral hangs loose
and topples to the floor and rests
the petals disintegrate quietly
into sticky red syrup
with a taste
of iron
it is
one of
the many who
have passed before
and it settles with you now
down that pale throat of yours
bubbling in your stomach
and there you lay
drip drip drip
it coils
burrows inside
and your ankles pop
and your spine's a large snap
with swollen, prominent ribs
and there you will see
you will see it
suf·fo·cate
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