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Devin Ortiz Jan 2016
Hatred replaced the beating
The violent vibrations hollowed
Once lush and lively places
Carved in feelings I cannot understand

Conflicting with virtues
Asking what is the right thing
Introspection reveals the fear
Of the shameful devil in the mirror

Transformed from the wickedness
Which has grown wild and cruel
Bloom these demon eyes
Luminating into the might with pride.

Beckon down deep, the cold echoes
An evil mind holds the truth
Toxic lifeblood eroded away
The former, the King of Beast in my stay
md-writer Jun 2015
i watch you fade
into the night
of formless shadows
shapeless sins

they swirl around you
before the strike
of deathly terrors
shrieking fiends

breathe it in
you say
to hold the
powers of darkness
at bay

let them in
and they will play
a little pain
like dancing splashes
of pouring rain
so quickly gone

keep them out
and they will rend
the very fibers of your soul
and when your blood
drips
upon the thirsty ground
they will stoop to smell
your fear

so breath it in
the darkling mist
come let them play
within the midst
of all your halfway
dreams
and thoughts of bliss

-

but in the end
the deepest pit
by spoonfuls dug
tick by tock
a dragon's bane
may prove

and
if the gifting shadows
fade
you will see
in the looking-glass
not your own
but the mirror of a madman
driven by
that
precious fear
to sell the soul
of all that he holds dear
drugs, alcohol, escapism - it's all a lie
Devin Ortiz May 2015
There is no equal to me.
I crave to be flesh
in your weakness, chains
break, as I leak into
deep chasms of your mind.

Suppressed, cynical isolation
True fears pervert
painful truths.
Embrace my existence
as it floods into your body

Every breathe you take in
I chill from the shadows.
Where we know this
sickness, taking over,
has no end.

Offer no escape
as Death makes way
only to accept this
fiendish and violent form.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2014
Us
I cannot really explain

What are we
If not honest;

We are so different
Yet all the same;
Perhaps just a little bit
Borderline insane

And put together,
How wonderfully in sync.

We do what we are
We are what we say,
We say what we think
We think
What we always do:

Love without limits
This is our dynamic.

Freedom is
This world of ours
In which
It is not hard
To be Us,
True to who we are;

I love and thank you
Because
I know with you,
I will
Always rise above.

— The End —