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TD Rucker May 2014
Now I wonder how high the flame
when I think of those of Fame
how much better shooting ice
I draw it up and roll the dice
I register a fluffy vein
excitement excuses to pinch of pain
the flow is felt from pinch
to brain
and not just one
but every vein.
the burn in my body
is a foreshadowing event,
up in flames my will is spent.
I use to desire
"nice" and "higher"
now my soul wants ice
and it better be fire.
my life is gone
full of despair
only mama prays
or even cares
of course
she only prayed twice
since I died
from the
fire ice
TD Rucker May 2014
My mind had started to slow.
    Reverse this process
                     Let me go
                              Fast
My lungs become a freezer
           To hold the
                           Fire Ice
Close my eyes and feel the crystal-
                                     -ized
Ether poison of horridly wonderous taste.
         Feeling better
Not fast enough in my haste.
   While this is nice
              I want to FEEL the
                         Fire Ice
Rock to powder
               Powder to lines lines lines
          Lines that lie
With the promise of power
                Exhale, inhale
The burn I yearned
     Tears
            Feeling better burning higher
      From the
                            Fire Ice
TD Rucker Jan 2013
The beauty and joy
In the eyes of a boy
Fresh flesh with a loss of rest
Needed from the journey of darkness to light
A long fight is still ahead, But
I'm here until I'm dead
Christopher
a guide in this world
Is all I am
To show you how to be a man
The world is cold and unfair
I'll give you a piece if kindly you'll share
Simplicity is key
To accepting life with dignity,
Integrity is yours to make
Choose wisely as it is also your fate.
Forever with you in your being
Even when nothing is what you're seeing
I'll give you whatever your heart desires.
For love is an all consuming passion of fire.
Today you cry and I console.
Tomorrow I'll die, and watch over your soul
Christopher
TD Rucker Nov 2012
Pain that suppresses the soul
is a pain that brings forth reality.
Where can we go when all we want and know
is dangling you over a pit a vipers.
Venom seeps through the veins
of hate as we ingratiate our will
into that of another
a brother
or a lover
the world is as I see it.
For it can be no other way.
To alter that vision is to be you
then individuality is non-existent
We may not agree on everything
and trust may be cracked
But facts are facts.
The less you know
the more you believe.
And receive these words
from a soul lost in a world
Where people are flawed
and perfection doesn't exist.
I accept you encompasses all
When you think I lie
I die inside
But the past can't be changed
I'll be alright as you so gracefully said
and stoicism is eaten on bread
The life ...


....
TD Rucker Sep 2012
Failure
I have failed again
I try to move forward and
Failure
NOthing lasts for me
Momentum begins to build
Failure
NOthing wants to stick
my thoughts are muddled and thick
failure
A burning desire to express myself
Something must be said and written
Failure
It won't manifest itself
I can't shape the thought
Here it comes
I see it beginning to form into something substantial.
F A I L U R E
TD Rucker Sep 2012
Enjoying my evening stroll
I catch a glimpse of beauty.
Through a window and soft red light
Tonight may be a fulfillment
I detour through the yard
Excited, and rock hard
I peek into an open window
Moving the curtain I begin to climb
My heart is racing
I should turn around
Passed the table and up the stairs
I see her reflection in a mirror
slowly I creep to what I had peeped
Her scent wafted in the air
From the shower and her still wet hair
Another step
A creak
she spots me,
Startled, she screams
I run to her
Hand over her mouth
Her naked fighting body flailing
I slam my **** inside her
pain surges from her *****
violently I pound away
She stops her fighting and succumbs to my will
Her limp catatonic body bounces lifelessly
I release my self inside her
Oh ****
now what
Was it worth it
Oh yes
Standing over her I contrive a plan
To the kitchen I drag her
My other mind does concur
a butcher knife to slice her parts
...
TD Rucker Sep 2012
Her body was bound to a bed,
Lying naked and a shell of her former self
Arising from my lower self
I only want to help
Send her to a heavenly life
With silence, a knife.
A hole in her side
for me to put my piece inside
Arousal from her applause
A sick and twisted mind of laws
her screams of agony and pain
Until in her mind, only I remain
Her ankles were bound with rope
And a crimson river flows from a wound I created.
I created.
I am artist
Regardless of society
This is incomplete because I'm doing it from my phone. The idea struck me after watching a movie called "A Darker Reality " when I get to a computer I'll finish it if I can put my mind back in this sick place.
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