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Jann Flach Dec 1
i'm waiting for you
the hole rainy day
it's been a while
since it started to
catch feelings for you

you take my demons away
i call you church
because when you are near
all my demons flee
there are no devils here

you take care of me
in a way no one ever did
and i'm about to love you more
than myself
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
Ilion gray Sep 20
And I stare into the heavens
Without closing my eyes;
I see
Little wonders
dying diamonds
Skating across the frozen cirrus clouds
Just beyond cumulus nimbus mountains
High as the feet of angels.
I watched them delve into the dark
waltzing down through the Heavens
Only some will return.
The devil is resisting the
Light from the stars
He cloaks them beneath
The stars are infinite
Wild are their galaxies
The strength of their illumination
Does not know darkness
There are no constellations
the stars will laugh at you
To think they were only shining
For you
to dream
and wish upon
While Our great cities
blot them out
with chemical dust
And inescapable darkness
Moving at the speed of greed
Our kings
all blind
And heartless
Everyone who’s ever breathed
Counted breaths
Have Lived and died
on the back of
An angel
The day is coming
When only a few will be numbered
And not a human number
but a number
Of ***
a sum shall break
the silent universe
Into infinite tiny diamonds
Each skating across
the wretched peaks
the  blackest waves
A never-ending abyss
Every time I go to 7-11 and get a large
Red Slurpee my brain freezes
and when it starts to slowly drip
I think like this
It’s unfathomable
what you find Sometimes
in the
of a dreamers mind
Ilion gray Sep 16
I lie here

Beside you
The pores of our bodies

Like Tiny volcanos erupting

I would die
love you again;
Between walls made of marbles and hands,
and frying pans clanking,
Against cabinets,

there are Cracks in the tiled floors
where we tore our skin
Left tiny drops of us
in puddles from ice cubes
that tumbled  down into our
empty cup

Only *** could rip
A star in two.
it’s funny

The way the kitchen killed

You and I;

Not the knives.

I would die in a world where people

Are more like cannon *****

And plastic faces are invading

Yesterday I discovered that the earth really is flat

All the ice melted and we were lost in the roar of Waves rushing
sliding to the edge

You squeezed  my hand
and you whispered "close your Eyes"

Your tiny fingers outweighed
the ocean

And I happily died knowing,

I Lived!

I lived Where Angels have not tread for
10,000 years

My lips touched your skin

And there will never be words to say

What I have felt

But that your smile

Eats Time
Now that I have loved you
I am a child,

Exploring the Shores,

Of secret oceans
on a planet in a galaxy at
the most ancient end of infinity

Where the light drips
Quietly from

The dark
JP Goss Sep 15
…your faith, the pool on which
My pebble skips. Your faith only ebbs. If
I could, I’d steal ashore and
Cast a whole beach for…
Tanaya Aug 17
I want to stay with the angels,
just a little bit longer.
Till I am one of them,
and they are one with me.
Till I teach them to write
their own destiny.
Till they hear me sing
the songs of the wild,
and twirl on the faraway tune,
write of the loss of a fire,
and fantasize of the sensuality
between my scars and the craters on the moon.

I want to nurture the angels,
to tantalize their demons,
spread their wings
and dance on the oceans,
to smile just right
and give the look half wrong,
I want to show them just for once
where they belong.

And once they start living their lives,
you shall see,
even the angels are but devils
like you and me.
Let me stay here,
and fuse into them my symphony.
Just a little bit longer,
It won't take time, I promise.
Give me a day,
I can make anybody get carried away,
I'm not proud of it.
Wyatt Aug 10
Devils are usually
described as **** creatures
that are obvious to avoid.
Devils are usually
named as a bad thing,
yet nobody ever talks
of their alluring beauty.
It’s their first step of many
to lure you to their room.
I feel her guiding hand
daily, every hour.
Most times she wins,
most nights I sin.
Every time I feel her power,
because devils aren’t weak.

Devils are usually
explained as torture,
but most times
it feels good.
Devils are usually
nonchalantly ridiculed,
yet it’s never that clear
to turn your cheek from her.
Usually a talk with a devil
is seen as a battle,
we praise war heroes
yet we ignore the ones
who have failed trying.
It’s never said how
the ***** always
converts a pure heart,
another added to the ranks.

It’s such a distinct scent,
I’ve grown to love her ****.
I’ve grown to wear the shame,
living in shadow to keep it hush.
Never will I see the sunlight
with so many things to hide.
Never will I show my fangs,
I keep my mouth shut
and I bite my tongue.
I could’ve hurt many people,
but I cancel the urge
when I hurt myself.
Devils are usually
explained differently
than how they really are.
Devils will **** you dry
while you claim you’re fine.
Once one latches on,
she will never let go.
I’ve become one.
Bobcat Aug 8
You can say that I'm a little out of touch
I fell down but I can't climb back up
None of my friends give a ****
I guess I'm **** out of luck.

If I'm not feeling blue I dont feel much
I know they'll tell me to **** it up
Moving on is just hard as ****
I'm tired of being down on my luck.

Its like holding in the clutch
I press the gas but just rev up
Going nowhere fast my motor is ******
I blew a gasket, yeah just my luck.

I hope I won't always need a crutch
I need motivation to just wake up
Get me a drink until I don't give a ****
I guess I've been making my own bad luck.
Alan S Bailey Jul 13
So I say swear words or kick back,
You interrogate me like I might be on *****,
Let me tell you, you **** for a living,
And you guys inherit the world from
Humble men, decent guns, and at 100 yards
Can shoot the unarmed in the head whilst
Driving at 85 mph swerving down a
Road. I swear, oh well. (guilt)
This must be a sign of the times!
Swearing! I guess that it's truth,
When it comes down to it we're devils
All the worse
With each of your crimes.
Persephone Jun 11
They tell me the fires are not real
That the sparks sprinkling my veins does not exist
That I am just imagining the insanity in my own world
They reprimand the way I stare as I glare into the devils eyes
As I demand the devil to stop shouting my sins and the ways I have lied
They scream with "it is all in your head" as smoke rolls from their eyes
All I want to roar back is that they can't shout sanity into insanity
But I can't
And with that I glance down looking at the way **** opens up and snatches me into the ground
Maybe we should believe the unbelievable
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