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Noelle Heiser Jul 2016
Stranded, you left me here to face all that I fear.
Nothing but hate to fill my woes,
only an ounce of fate for my foes.

Did you think my allusions would keep me occupied?
How wrong were you to assume everything you thought you knew?

Surrounding me, as they do;
the creatures of my wayward mind find me,
they keep me caged for their amusement.
Nothing short of what you used to do.
It's black and muggy....

a little bit of black ice
to burn my tongue

A hint of lemon
for that sour, exotic flavor

I sip and swallow
cough and puke..

A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat

and an unquenchable thirst....
Sombro Jul 2016
What can be harder than metal or bone?'
She asked, ivory champing on the bit
And she spoke with iron, stoking,
Poking the fire.
'Fire.'

My hearth stuttered in protest, but
By blackened, guttered tongues
I could not speak
And her belief was left untouched.

There's charcoal in my breath
My lungs clutch fiery coals
She knew, she told me so
And iron only felt the touch of my chest

She stoked the flames
And from between my cagèd ribs I coughed
She held out her hand
And the yellow licked her palm, bristling

She laughed.
'What's harder than metal or bone?' she mused
And poked my chest some more.
'Fire.'
Weird, huh?
Abhijit Patil Jun 2016
Day Breaks,
Night falls;
Tumbling through life.
Rhyme and reason,
nowhere on the horizon.
Felt you would take it on
Unravel a great mystery,
But all its become,
A ritual misery.
And as each day ends,
Inadequate reality dawns.
that all that it is,
****** by fate,
dogged by dogma,
designed by destiny.
But through the darkness
a glimmer that hope shows,
Again you hang on to it, cling to it.
A new day is coming, it says,
But fooled are we, as together with it
does it bring again,
the old hope's betrayal.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
I am a dear "friend" of yours
Yes, you know me well
If you know my name or not
Only time will tell.

There's a rave that's going on
A place that I have found
Kids! You need to go there!
Tho it's 6 feet underground...

All dressed up? Ready to go?
I tell you... it's a blast!
You won't know it's a furnace
And the pain will always last.......

There's party treats for everyone!
Maggots are just grand!
There's no food or water
But there's a Mega Band!

Come! We're getting closer!
And I have a hunch
That you won't mind the sulfur
No, you won't mind the stench

What's that noise, you ask me?
Oh... it's not what it seems!
Those are the amped-up guitars
NOT a-g-o-n-i-z-e-d screeeeams!


Don't mind the cuts & scratches
Don't mind all the flies
Don't mind that I am uglier
I'm losing my disguise...

Oh, are you uncomfortable?
Is it getting HOT in here?
Well, sorry, there ain't any punch
Much less any beer...

Yes, it IS most very DARK
It's very black and dank
Are you having trouble breathing?
Is the odor getting rank?

Ah! Now you see the lava
Is leaving your desire?
Sorry, your ticket was one-way
To the burning lake of fire...

Yes, regret's your portion
For your soul you did sell
You'll be here e--t--e--r--n--a--l--l--y

I Welcome You to Hell.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/28/2016
The devil is "glamorous". God is "boring".

Some say there's a party in hell.
Do you really want to test that theory?

If I come across as harsh in this or any of my other poetry, it's not because I DON'T CARE.  IT'S BECAUSE I DO!

I'm grieving ENORMOUSLY! I'M CRYING!

I don't hate YOU... I HATE THE DEVIL!
WITH A  P-A-S-S-I-O-N!!!

I want to destroy his works. And one of those works is his deception. There are actually a lot of people who believe there's a party in hell. Or that they will live forever in their current bodies and never experience it. Or that there is no hell.

THERE IS AN ACTUAL PLACE CALLED HELL! I cry like a baby when I hear about people who believed the above. Who believe there are many lifetimes if you don't get it "right" the first time.

SO MUCH D-E-C-E-P-T-I-O-N!!!
DON'T FALL FOR IT. YOU WILL GO!
I DON'T WANT THAT ANY MORE
THAN YOU DO!

Say this prayer...

Father God. Please forgive me for my disobedience and rebelliousness. I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my heart! I want to change! Forgive me my trespasses. I forgive all those who have hurt me.

Lord Jesus. I know that you died on the cross for my sins. That you rose on the third day. That your blood can purify me and to make me acceptable in the eyes of Father God. I accept your gift of salvation. Please come into my heart. Change Me From the Inside Out!
As it says in your word...

" for he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53:5

Come Holy Spirit and fill me from head to toe. Teach me. Comfort me. Guide me.

I believe the Trinity is real. I believe I am now a child of God. Hallelujah!

In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth I pray. AMEN.

Say that prayer out loud with your whole heart! Your destiny could be changed

Forever!

♡ Catherine


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Tehreem Jun 2016
I crave your soothing voice
To fill the holes of my soul
~~~
For you Beautiful. If you only knew how complete you are.
P F Rutledge Jun 2016
Dead inside.
The eyes have gone dull.
The touch has gone cold.
The water of the sea streams down the face.
The wailing grows louder, yet no one hears.

Dead inside.
The flame has gone out.
The light has been vanquished.
The music within the soul is now silent.
The joyful dance of the smile is still.

Dead inside.
Only the shadow keeps company.
It presses down.
Have not the strength to lift it anymore.
Muscles fail from weakness.

Dead inside.
GaryFairy May 2016
the dark circles under my eyes
are the windows to my soul
i drop to my knees and cry to the sky
Lord help me out of this hole

i try fighting my own demise
starting to lose all control
when God denies my desperate cries
i only fall further below
pray for me
Max C Styles May 2016
I don't know how it came to be
To have so many holes in me
But here I cry
By and by
Bleeding from the heart
Where so many rivers start.

I cannot explain
This inexorable pain
As I cross this river Styx
Wondering how I'd come to this
But here I am
****** and Dammed
Crying cold tears
Wondering what fate nears.

I remain here with the ferryman
Wondering how I was ever a merry man.
Crying my tears of blood
Just as any man would.
Touched so high in grace
****** for all my race.
So burning is this torment
Yet cold, silent, and dormant.

But I am no betrayer.         No, Not yet
No sin increases my fare

Charon does not bring me to that gate
But rather back home to finish my fate.
For I am not dead
And it is not living that I dread.
I have only been shown this torture
So I may avoid it in future.
I have no place in that weeping forest
Just as Dante, I was but a tourist.
But so my sorrow deep and cold
Should not permeate into my old
But rather it shall remain
a past pain.

O I shall remember
these such foul members
But it is that which makes me
Not breaks me.
These are that which become me
For I shall not succumb to these.
And so these folds shall make me
stronger
Till I feels these holes,
These rivers in my heart,
These tears of blood,
This passing of the laurel,
These faults within my ore,
No longer.
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