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faye Dec 2019
Like I hope one day, eventually your name will be erased out of my mind.
Ur name wouldn't bring back bittersweet memories like before.
Cause then, when I am fully healed, I would be able to love someone without the unwanted toxins in it.
Anything would just be enough, eventually in time.
So I'm guessing that right now, it's just a temporary goodbye.
the first letter of every sentence, love.
Alja Dec 2019
If I was strong enough,
I would ignore you.
But I just can't.
Because love is madness.
Ramona Davis Dec 2019
It's made of flesh -
The walls, doors and windows.
It makes my air boil with trembles.
It's made of scorned blood -
The floors, ceilings and tables.
My limbs drip slowly, making me heavy.

In the place where was the eye, now is just a hole.
In the place where you waited, now I'm left alone.
But alone is not what you're thinking of,
Alone for me means
A feast of broken bodies
All floating in white rooms with skies as ceilings
Everything's a limit
The iron too powerful
Here they come on my chest o, ****** are thee.

Roaming on northern winds
Lay and feel me
I give myself to you
Feast of me alone
Now that I have nothing more to give
At last I give to you my soul.
Traveler Dec 2019
....all you ever do is watch politics,
play guitar and write poetry....

...what did you use the Charge Card for this ti'me...,,,....,,,,...
....we just can't afford to take care of everybody....

Really!...another bottle...
                                 ......ya I expected such from you...
Tim

Isn't love great?
Undead Nomad Dec 2019
thrown to the wolves
in the forrest of thorns
they suffered me
grinding teeth along horns
preparing me
speaking in rhyme
"the feast is upon us
so open your mind wide
you've got no soul left to hide"

a secular cage of hell
burning bars of the felled
leftovers from torture
faith in ultimate fate
into which I eliminate
out of which I cannot escape

any meaning
a yolk to me
a burden to you
any purpose
an illness for me
a disease to you

suffocating
held at the throat
a bloodshot glance upon my eyes
as my love is purged like sin
only whispers reproach
in defensive nature
before I could speak

stone words block my path
words against which I reflect
stumbling in retreat
I run into my pride
my faults chained to my feet

now reaching for peace
preaching for survival
none should be exempt from wrath
a science of certain revival
ultimate God
for which we will fall far from grace
faces planted in filthy disgrace
wrapped in his cold embrace
for now we walk at Death's pace
I have a fear of death that prompts me to write about it a lot. This is one such poem about it.
B Dec 2019
Expressions woven through madness,
The character confined by depravity,
It’s soul so incorporated with sadness,
Yet the power of hate lies in its clarity,
Observe the consequences of the sickness,
That tears a path through humanity,
Take advantage of their weakness,
Wear a mask of twisted anonymity.
“Some men just want to watch the world burn”
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
"A little water clears us of this deed."
We wait and we wonder
If he will show.
He trended too soon, perhaps.
A sinus rhythm about to plateau.
"I have a score to settle,"
He said with his last dying breath.
Nevermind the hearsay,
We witnessed with our own eyes,
He dripped like blood.
And now we'll sleepwalk
With Lady Macbeth,
Looking over our shoulder
For any sound of his return.
A time of iniquity,
Reckoners by proxy.
Put them to bed,
Now they are dreams
Descending into madness.
If we **** our conscience, it will always come back to haunt us
Undead Nomad Dec 2019
am I going crazy?
I might be
the world does madden me
well
just a little but it's growing
like a vine
stretching across my consciousness suffocating my sanity

all the voices become one indecipherable
splatter
of painted sound
to the inside of my ears

just noises now
loud obnoxious croaks
screeches
and booms

they pour forth from spitting mouths
just jammering
of meaningless subjects
a matter of fact of which I don't care

but it is the nature of this jungle
a fact of life
that I should be this way

my only cure to the chaos is to hide away
behind my veil of isolation
at least that is what I tell myself
as I slowly turn the key
to the lock in my head
Growly Wolfus Dec 2019
You sent me to the earthly world on a mission.
To save all those I possibly could.
To protect humanity from Lucifer's hands
and save all of those who are good.

I'm sorry to say, I have failed You.
I've given up on all hope.
The only thing that can save them
is the forgiveness you have shown.

At first, I had faith, and I saved many.
But over time, it grew hard to work.
And as soon as I'd save one,
ten others would end up getting hurt.
The demons running rampant on the earthly world below
have destroyed everything sacred and taken a new form.
Their disguise is flawless and fooled even my eyes.
They are now the humans who continue to harm.

I couldn't understand it,
all the evil in human hearts.
But I soon found out
it was the demons tearing them apart.
The humans let them in and slowly watched as they grew.
They are working with Satan against everything You do.
I was disgusted by my discovery and tried to finish your work.
I lied to myself.  But as I went on, I knew it to be true.

It was time to get my hands *****.
I began killing those who'd known.
And something in me grew.
It infected every bone.
I could feel a fire in me as it devoured my senses.
It made me feel invincible as I killed the greatest sinners.
I felt no remorse.  Besides, this is what You wanted.
And I became known as the Demon Killer.

I realized the work ahead of me
and returned to heaven.
But they wouldn't let me in
because I was too human.
Forgiveness, they told me, was Your most gracious love
You gave to the humans and those who needed it most.
They took away everything from me and sent me back to Earth,
While criticizing my actions and banishing me from my home.

They deemed me a fallen saint,
an angel with stubbed wings.
I'd descended into darkness
and they abandoned me in my suffering.
I grew angry with their decision and kept working the way I did.
Killing all the sinners and wrongdoers of this land.
You sent after me angels, the ones who were my friends.
But You made me become a demon, and they were slain by my hand.

Then, the darkness I was fighting crept into my soul
and ate from inside me the last of my righteousness.
I saw the light flicker away and disappear from my life.
But I knew my actions would be rewarded for my perseverance.
Madness overtook me and evil coursed through my blood.
Satan had taken me, an angel, and made me one of is kind.
I hated myself for what I had done, and what I continued to do.
But there was no other way to save them that I could find.

The pain dragged me down;
it plunged me into Hell.
And I became trapped
in my shrinking cell.
It didn't make sense.  Nothing did.  And nothing ever would.
This pain was too much for me; this evil burning through my flesh.
I searched desperately for an answer to the problems plaguing me,
but I found none.  Unless...

I had already found the answer.
The solution to my pain.
Though I saw it a different way
until I went insane.
Death was the answer.  I was right all along.
Other humans had come up with it before me.
I can't handle the weight of sin.  I doubt I ever could.
But this answer is the only way to be free.

The blood on my hands
stained the stairs I climbed.
Higher and higher
as my past was left behind.
And out here on the edge
overlooking this cruel, doomed existence,
I ask You a single question,
my last ounce of resistance.

The birds have abandoned their songs
and here I am testing fate.
I let go of this world
and of everything I hate.

My question...

Here I am, a human,
an angel with stubbed wings,
fighting with God
and Satan, the Demon King.
I know what I've done wrong
and I'm sorry about it all.
But I want to experience forgiveness
before jumping off this wall.

So...

Will you catch me if I cannot fly,
or will you watch me die?
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