Joy, my desirable necessity,
Is extracted from my soul effortlessly,
Replaced by a deserted feeling.
Pleading me to embrace this emptiness.

Overtaken by darkness,
“JOY! JOY!”
I’m yelling now, Screaming, Losing my mind.
Where did the heart shaped boxes go?!

Falling back upon my knees,
With a thousand empty,
pleas
Piercing the night, with far from melodious moans.

Oh thief where have you done with my
Joy?
For, she is mine and mine alone.
The lid was not yours to remove!

My lips feeling lonely,
Missing you and you only.
My heart beating slowly,
There's nothing left in this world that is holy.

You were divine,
No ones but mine.
And now that you are gone,
I can't bear to be alone

Lonliness shrouding the day with fright.
Scattering mindless thoughts in night,
Reminding me that is she is not mine.
Upon those sweet lips I wish to dine.

Now that my joy is gone
Another, must my love, live upon.
She can never take the place of my joy
Loneliness will be nothing but a toy


BY: Marty & FreeMind

Artists minds
Have fragile souls
The delicate way
We pen our words
Shows our vulnerability

We bare our scars
Triumphs
Hopes and dreams
To heal the pain
Of our wounded hearts

We must create
For our own understanding
Self-discovery
To process the turmoil
And calm our fears and anxiety

Tattooing our thoughts
On our readers minds
Letting each person who reads
Carry a piece of the pain with them
Until there is none left

The night is full of lonely people
With whiskey on their breath
And pain in their hearts
Watching the world pass by
With glassy eyes

Ink floods these pages
Words cause more harm than good
Opening up old wounds
decipher feelings misunderstood

Reminiscing lost love
Analyzing mistakes made
Drowning in past feelings
Remembering all who betrayed

Putting pen to paper
Is my way to cope
Anger, lust, sadness, anxiety
Depression; a slippery *****

I must continue to write
To tear down these walls
Work through my issues
Before death I befall

So gorgeous the crimson flow.
Pirouetteing down the promenade.  
Precariously dangling,
Waiting
for gravity to grasp and perfect it's fall.

Tranquil sanguine pools
Accumulating
Glistening
Gathering for stories
To be told.

Gentle sighs in the pale moonlight
Amid the chaos and confusion
Mesmerized by the serenity
Peace at the razors
Edge

Who shall see
The glory within me.
Who shall see
The beauty of the stories
Told

Tilt the rocks not
Toward the earth
Let them fall
Ears they had not
For the screams to be heard

Gold, nothing did it mean
A kind word upon the lashed
Eternity would it have soothed
Now it's the ravens nest
And mortal wound

How was it not seen
The deathly gleam
About it they talk
Never will it be
Never?

Now the tears ask
For the answer they will never get
Upon the fresh soil they sit
Moistened ground, green grass
But, time will never forget