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235 · May 2018
Hidden Treasure
Marty May 2018
Screams of steel,
Parting the night air
Like a ghost ship
And the mornings fog.

Dead man's gold,
Buried below,
Hidden, a waiting
The razors bounty

Blood shed,
Arms holding the hope
One more passionate cut
And the treasures home.

Dig, for the course,
Shall show the light,
The lighted path
As the blood flows

Love is forgotten,
As the blade makes its home
Deeper and deeper,
The cuts become.

When shall the pain die?
Is it when the pain becomes
Becomes too strong?
Or, when the flow stops?
Pain invites the cuts, now the cuts only beg for more cuts. What is this belief that they will cure my pain? Why is the lie so strong? Why can I not just accept life was not made for happiness.
233 · Jun 2018
Passion
Marty Jun 2018
Darkened room
Dimly lit candle
Flickering to the beat
The beat of the nights love

Gentle soft breathe
Pulled passionately
Softly
Across the neck

Tingling touch
Upon the hips
Shivers down the spine
Uncontrollable twitches

Joined,
Deeply,
Sweating and moaning
Breathing as one.

Painful pleasure
Locks pulled so tight.
Gentle ecstasy
Mmmmmm

Reaching for…….
Again shes gone
Empty arms
Love is dead..
Night after night you dream of someone in your arms only to feel the loneliness of hugging pillows and air.
233 · Apr 2018
Late Night Dances
Marty Apr 2018
Empty walls
And
Empty halls

Empty bed
And
Empty arms

No one to wipe the tears
And
No one to share the smiles

No more good morning kisses
And
No more morning breathe

No more late night crazies
And
No more breathless moments

No more hello's
And
No more goodbyes

No more chances
And
No more late night dances.

Only
The devil
And
His evil prances.
227 · Apr 2018
Apologies
Marty Apr 2018
I am so sorry for not getting back to everyone.!!! I have been in the hospital for a week. I will get to each of your wonderful comments in the next day or two.
226 · Apr 2018
My Arms Around You
Marty Apr 2018
The feeling of being alone still haunts
My mind
First time I saw you still excites
My heart

I can still see your beauty with
My eyes
Your skin I can still feel with
My hand

The moment you said yes
Time stood still
As my arms wrapped around you
I felt safe

For the first time I could feel
Real love
For the first time my body didn't
Feel abused

The only time I couldn't feel my abusers
Touching me
All I could feel was myself
Inside you

Finally I felt my heart beat
With yours
Finally my mind was free
From pain

Never would I have believed
Et tu brute
Now another looks in
Your eyes

As upon the pillow my
Blood spills
And in the final
Night

My body screams for the shelter
Of your arms
My ears scream for
Your voice

But you aren't there
Are you
You left me alone and
To die

Your wish shall finally
Come true
Your desires have
Shown through

I meant nothing
To you
I was only shelter and money in
Your pocket

Now watch as my friends
Line up
To only see my face in
Their dreams

Now you can watch as
They carry me away
Alive or dead
I am worthless

For you took
My heart
And my soul died
That day
How do you ever forget the only one you ever felt true love for. Is life really worth the pain if you can't feel love. Who shall ever love me now?
226 · Feb 2018
Bridled Tongue
Marty Feb 2018
The bridled tongue and darkness spoke
Fiery dragons and the devil's joke
Softly in the ears it screamed
Foolishly a future dreamed

Broken fool's mockery and shame
Ravaged and thrown in the evil game
Black diamonds and bloods oath
Jezebel and the demons hand both

Deepened pools and the loves dance,
Round and round methodic prance
Hands on the clock fail to stop
Love makes an unfair swap

Screams mark the gates of hell
Tears ring and the echo of bells
Loneliness haunts the serenity of night
As loves leaves a painful sight
223 · Feb 2018
Loneliness
Marty Feb 2018
Shall there be the day
The heart will no longer stay
Will the arms to heaven high
Reach after the gentle sigh

Will death befall passionate love
As war removes the white glove
Will blood spill upon the ground
As the knee bends on the mound

Long after the blood is shed
Love will rear it's ugly head
No matter the cost to the heart
Love will remain a lonely part

Other hands upon the  tangled web
As the flow removes the final ebb
Nothing but dismal visions remain
As time has invoked lasting pain
222 · Apr 2018
Mascara
Marty Apr 2018
Can love be judged?

Can love be weighed?

If so judge the mascara that
Has been washed away.

Or

Weigh the lipstick that has been
Wasted with another's lips.
221 · Dec 2018
Salacious
Marty Dec 2018
Oh lucious demons
Plastering salacious desires
Enticing the soul
Binding the darkest hour

Twisted sheets
Tangled around my soul
Mocking heavens journey
With demons delight.

Fingertips Salaciously tickling
Tender hearts strings
Pleading for a moments light
Gasping for another breathe

Passion embedded
Tiniest of thoughts
Pondering not mornings light
As the night fades to perfection.
219 · Jul 2018
Acidic tears
Marty Jul 2018
Upon my cheeks
For the world to see.
Debossed deeply
Agony and weariness
Linger in the dry rivers.

Endless nights
No sleep in sight
Heart knockin on deaths door
Mornings light
Evils terrifying fright.

Burning a path
In loves aftermath
Torture defined by wrath
Spelling out demons path
Washed in the ****** bath.

Pillows soaked in tears
Releasing nightly fears
Sheets devided by daggers and spears
Stacked upon satan's piers
As the glorious end nears.

Happiness avails
As the nights air becomes stale
Love once again will fail
Open the daily mail
And receive the mornings hell
218 · Mar 2018
Bridled Tongue
Marty Mar 2018
The bridled tongue and darkness spoke
Fiery dragons and the devil's joke
Softly in the ears it screamed
Foolishly a future dreamed

Broken fool's mockery and shame
Ravaged and thrown in the evil game
Black diamonds and bloods oath
Jezebel and the demons hand both

Deepened pools and the loves dance,
Round and round methodic prance
Hands on the clock fail to stop
Love makes an unfair swap

Screams mark the gates of hell
Tears ring and the echo of bells
Loneliness haunts the serenity of night
As loves leaves a painful sight
216 · Jul 2018
Oceans of Green
Marty Jul 2018
From the heavens a star fell.
Fell upon my lap.
Glorious gift from God
Perfection in my arms

Pristine oceans of green
Mesmerizing the nights air.
Captivating the heart
The heart of the ravaged soul.

Sweet melody of the wind
Pirouetting down the Angel's wings.
Such a beautiful melodic voice
Ringing melodies into the night.

Kisses blessed by the stars
As rain sweetens the passion
Lost, lost in a moment
Eternal bliss parading at the finger tips
214 · Nov 2018
Chains
Marty Nov 2018
Cumbersome and heavy,
Lying in unorganized piles.
Scattered around the fools bedside.
Keeping out those who dare to enter.

Dreary chains of love.
Mincing the amorous nights,
And foolishly obliterating sweet goodnights.
Replaced by darkness and shadows delight.

Demons mockery, fed by soot covered pots.
Shadows mist, teasing the flames.
As the night sheds its cloak.
And the cool breeze singes the tear soaked filters.

Gasping, groping for an ounce of something,
Pulling at the chains, hugging them tightly.
Praying for morns light,
While embracing the love of cold, cold steel
If only we could shed the pain that past loves blessed our hearts with maybe just maybe we could move forward.
213 · Sep 2018
Death
Marty Sep 2018
How many more hours shall I search?

For thee

How many more pleas shall I send?

Upon my knees

Why is your stain not upon my door?

As my screams beg

Where are you tonight?

Oh

Death bless me with thy mercy.

And quench the candles light
211 · Mar 2018
Broken Dreams
Marty Mar 2018
The blind dost not hear and the deaf see not the agony torturing the soul. The sun blocks sleep in middle of the night, and darkness shrouds the day with a blanket of hell. Rivers of tears drying the soil, and cracked earth brings forth floods of red. Scattered over the promised ground, thoughts and memories of forgotten promises exposed for the world to see. Endless circle of perfection tarnished with rings of desire. Lying in the hands, dreams fullfilled. Awakening to empty arms, deafening screams wake not the tear soaked cloth. Tangled and tathered, smothering and stifling the hopes and dreams. Yesterdays tomorrows lie heavily, floating like a fog. Blocking the openess and guiding the feet back to the beginning to bring forth the end. The mockers flood the night with a guiding light. To their path the soul cannot go. The ravenous dogs devour the night and parch the day, but the wall halts the dreams. Nevermore dost tears flow and the river wind, for the serenity of the dry lake floats the soul past the screams and unto an eternal peace
210 · Aug 2018
Silence
Marty Aug 2018
Silence
As an angel falls

From heaven,
Into broken arms
Captured,
With love and immortal embrace

Gentle spirits
Guided by darkness
Now endowed by loves light
Paved roads of the widows sight

Rocking back and forth
As the days sway by
Memories searching for forgiveness
As the dust crumbles beneath

Gentle old hands
Weathered and torn
Anxious for the morning light
As love gathers another day.
207 · Oct 2018
Blackened Mirror
Marty Oct 2018
Dreams of love, reflecting life.
Imaginary lies of a blackened mirror,
Promising fairy tales and forever
For the stricken fools heart.

Anger and disappointment,
Casting the looking glass.
Upon the floor perfect dreams
Scatter to the wind, thousands of shards.

Painful, broken memories
Piercing an angels feet.
Fallacies and wishes draining the life,
A broken dream at a time.

"If only", and "what if" mock the night.
Her happiness, not from love's spell.
As the tears drown the blood.
And the blood reminds the heart.

The enchanted heart dreams of its it mate.
As its mate longs for another's lies.
Walking to and fro upon the bed of glass,
Self made lies adorn the mornings glimmer.

As the remaining love and final prayer leave.
The weakend soul dies one last time.
A final farewell, as time forbids
And the lights fades one final time.
207 · Feb 2021
Silent Prayers
Marty Feb 2021
The girded ***** of the child,
Blessed by the mothers womb.
Upon the floor left piled,
Forever stranded, eternity's tomb.

Tireless feet across the floor roam,
Back and forth in the night.
Through the satin braids comb,
Praying for mystical sight.

Fear lingers into the sun so bright,
As darkness succumbs to day.
The morning doves take flight,
And the future here to stay.

Memories fade to blur,
As the child fights the crows.
Into the marsh the boats stir,
As the fogs mystery grows.

She takes the wind from the sails,
As the swamp swallows time.
And the wood receives its nails.
Hidden to blinded ears of crime
205 · Mar 2018
Gravity
Marty Mar 2018
Gusting winds and blowing sand chipping away at the mortar. Rain and sun rotting away at the boards. Piece by piece the statuesque  chimney loses its strength and falls prey to the world around it. Time creeps away as silent screams go unseen. Dry tears scatter with each gentle breeze. Little remains but, a few faded pictures with lost souls gathered around. Lonely memories plague the landscape and ghost haunt the abandoned halls. Moment by moment less can be done. As love loses its grip gravity takes its place. A final prayer, a thunderous boom, a smoldering heap. A few more words, a little more love. Unto the end a parched love with abundant roses searches the night sky for nothingness. Shed not the tears for love comes not with loss. Love is in life. Guilt is in loss.
Just some poems from a few months ago
202 · Mar 2018
Dry River
Marty Mar 2018
Hush!!! Hush!!! Dull roar. Scream at the heavens no more. Ravens hunger perishith not. Sweetest blood pouring from the bill. Flesh tangled in the claws. Darkness overtakes the lonely soul. Visions of grandeur floods emptiness across the nest. Bonded to the cover that binds the spirit. Not allowed to run, not allowed to scream. Silence quickens the soul. Dry dry river quenches no needs. Cracked earth mocks the angels songs. Never more can the radiance light the path. Woe to those that call to the gentle heart. Freedom!!! Freedom!!! frees the spirit, but leaves the loss. Cry!!! Cry!!! No more for the angels adore the upward glance. Rejoice in the absence for now the corners turn up.
Just some poems from a few months ago
199 · Apr 2018
Pure of Heart
Marty Apr 2018
Drip…..

Drip….

To the floor love falls
Tomorrows yesterdays
Standing
Still in time.

Passion embodied,
Captured by finality.
Tortured by time,
And Seduced by death.

Blackened wings
Vengeance upon the innocent
Promises and
Promises


Love conquers all
By the swords edge.
Strong minds game
Devouring

The
Pure
At
Heart
199 · Nov 2018
I love you
Marty Nov 2018
Pretentious words.
Mocking the soul.
Scattering the heart.
Knocking at hells gate.

Sweetest words upon the lips.
Glorious bird song upon the heart.
Tomorrows that transcend time.
Yet, halos circumvent the demon's horns.

Angelic heart dreaming in the stars.
With crimson paint upon the walls
Broken hearts and fresh earth,
As the sun stops time.

Oh trio of words
Why did you tease my soul.
And fuel the burning flames.
I LOVE YOU????
198 · Mar 2018
Final Breathe
Marty Mar 2018
To what extent does love exist.  To the ground they do promise, but nay screams the dagger. Piercing the soul and mixing the tears with the ground that covers the last bit of hope. Bitter agony swallows not the love, but merely covers it with a fiery blanket of hell. He stopped loving her today. Not for the lack of love but for the breath that ceased to breathe across the neck. Lonely thoughts smothered the soul. Spit upond the ground and move the earth back to where it came. Agony no more, cold replaces warmth. All but the worms are silent and the golden heart is now still.
198 · Aug 2018
Dry Pockets
Marty Aug 2018
**** the tears that burnt a hole in my soul.
**** the years that took away my youth.

To hell with tomorrow, and the days to come
Leaving it all on the sheets tonight.

***** the pain and the agony you dumped on me.
Going to obliterate the nightmares at satan's feet.

Keep your rivers in your dry pockets.
Moisten not the skies with your writings,
For it never mattered more than…..
198 · Mar 2018
Cry Not For Me
Marty Mar 2018
Unto the heavens reached the shaking hand. Bound by earthly teathers, yearned a broken heart. Passionate words, fathers desires, and screams woke the mornings light. Blinded ears and deafened eyes searched for heavens sight. Hidden words softened the soil, yet the feet failed to break free. Consuming swamps swallowed the final drop of pride as bended knee met the lonely earth. Downward glance brought forth the emptiness that swallowed the final breathe. Upon the neck, breathe fell not as eyes failed to cross. Shame brought forth endless lies and visions of pearls upon the face of the wicked angels. Truth upon the ears could not be seen as the pain engulfed the heart. Cry not for me! Cry not for me! Ravenous tears burned their mark, almost winning the weary heart. Fail me not oh gentle path for nothing lies in the aftermath.
193 · Feb 2018
Departure
Marty Feb 2018
Oh the deafened eyes have not seen the blood ravaged moans. The limbs swaying to the beat of the devils band. Purple stains strewn about. The company of misery brings many. No peace tonight. So far away is the mornings light. The sad sickness of love torments the mind and enthralls the heart. Empty arms stretch across the night. Visions of the new love ravage the broken dreams. Why? Why must love be so cruel? How? How could you leave me to die? Promises of survival are met with a proof of death. Though the heart may beat, dead roses upon the floor show the light. Oh the dreams that painted the heavens, and the desires that paved the path. Tonight may pass, but tomorrow and tomorrows tomorrow will bring an end. As the rivers turn red and silence captures the heart, and the gentle breeze stops, silence! Listen! For the soul screams for those that will listen as it departs.
192 · Feb 2018
Final Tears
Marty Feb 2018
Why must I live in the night?
When there is nothing left but fright.
Why must i suffer through the day?
When love did refuse to stay.

Shameless blood upon the blade.
Desiring to live in the darkest shade.
The stinch of earth covers the pain.
Even the horrible blood of loves stain.

The demons refused an ounce of sleep.
In the grave sweet peace did creep.
They all gathered round to cry.
For an answer they all did pry.

Search no further than the agony of love.
For the message was carried upon a dove.
Gods silent heavenly word
Purchased on the wings of a bird.

Be still and rest my child.
For Upon you God has smiled.
There is no longer a reason to fear.
Now is the moment to shed the final tear.
191 · Feb 2018
Huntress
Marty Feb 2018
Foraging the forest of love
Ravaging the hearts of men
Anhialation falls upon the weak
Neglect not the shield
Crushing is the evil will
Eroticism is lure to the heart
*** shall break thy spirit

Games upon games arrive
Articulation lost in the sirens song
Madness meets mania as loves prey
Molesting the soul and devouring dreams
Omnipotence becomes the path
No more need to pray
She is the end…….
The poem seems to be the emphasis. However, take the time to assemble the first letter of each stanza and will learn the pain of my poetry. As someone said the other night. **** a poet off and you will be eternalized in a very bad way. I would like to thank her though for I soon will publish my first poetry book and I habe started my first of a series of books about love, pain, and suicide.
191 · Apr 2018
The Carriage Arrives
Marty Apr 2018
As the ricochet of your pain has castrated the wind from my lungs, my lips parched and blue beg and gasp. Darkness encroaches and the beasts perch upon my chest. Rivers toppling the rocks in desperate pleas for life. Demons devouring daylights solitude with angry howls and invisible fangs. The Devils nefarious orchestra warming for a perilous journey. Daylight brings not the peace for fear lingers on. Oh but for a moments blink, a tiny draw through the cracks in the claws. Even if only to wet the lips with taste of air. Greed ask not for a breathe just cries and cries for the remembrance of fresh air. Oh but your love has so tainted the Devine equity that filled the lungs with dreams. Now each breathe tattoos agony and engrained hatred upon the soul. It is not your soul that is hated. Hatred comes for your lack of sympathy. Why did you not drive the dagger deeper into its sheathe. Planned out your torture was, but sweet death you would not give. The voices they can't hear, but understood they well are. Methodic chants of deaths door and the hinges of pain harmonize as they sing a sirens song. Eleven more days till the fiery carriage arrives. Seductive horses tamping an irresistible call. Into the darkness dust they scatter. Silence and happiness are there gift
189 · Apr 2018
Why
Marty Apr 2018
Why
A fading memory
A longing for a breathe of air
Time grows weary
As the hands spin round and round

Visions of a smile
Reflecting back at me
Glorious rays of eternal flowers
All about the world

Searching for my heart
Darkest of nights
Not a prayer in sight
Why???

Why???

Why???

Why must the heart love so deep?
Why can no one see the gifts to bear?
Why must the mountain be so steep?
Why must the world, oh gentle heart tear?

Dreams upon dreams, upon dreams
So much love willing to share.
Ripping at the seams,
To the world it does bare.

One kind heart, faith has been lost
No glory to a bended knee.
Weakness and shameless love
Quicker the end will be found.

Why??
188 · Mar 2018
Alone
Marty Mar 2018
Persistent river tumbling to the pillow that breaks the fall. Crowded room yet all alone the broken heart pleads for the sharpest edge. Visions of love surround the heart and squeeze life from the veins. Emptiness overtakes, smothering the smile with tortured agony. Eyes open not, heart do not beat, breathe fail the body. The path was was not, yet it is. The soul screams and pleads. Time turn back and change the future, for death shall fall. The weary heart gains no rest, for they walk to and fro. Yet all alone, the soul entertains to no end. All alone in the night, all alone in the day. All alone on the pillow of hell. The soul begs for one crumb from the floor, yet the dogs devour all that remains. All alone! All alone! They do not understand nor do they try. Happiness prevails yet the soul is all alone. Laughing and talking, singing and dancing, love they make, yet the soul is all alone. Sheets tightly wrapped drying the final tear. Tomorrow is gone and today fails to pass. Darkness chokes the life from the wind that lifted the wings. All alone, fly no more for darkness is a choice and the end is soon to follow. By the twisted words memories will remain. Yet one chair remains cold. And the tables lack for all is gone and he is all alone. Too late for yesterday, looking back is now to the side. Perfect vision but its too late for now he is all alone!
Just some poems from a few months ago
187 · Feb 2018
Devils Blanket
Marty Feb 2018
Agony surpases reality as the binds constrict. Endless visions dancing, teasing and mocking the weary soul. Sweat soaked body flailing back and forth. Each night and every minute worse than the one before. The open window seems to provide a message as the wind whistles thru the pines. Singing a song, slicing the night with words not meant to be heard. As they sway with each enchanting gust they bring a tear to the broken heart. Devils tongue, gut wrenching visions, sharpened claws tell a tale. Scouring to the right, scampering to the left no chance of escape. Pinned to the fresh earth, feet and hands bound tight. Sweat adhering the binds, compressed tightly. A prayer to God and hopes for a shining knight. Yet the devils blanket draws and annihilates the breaths from the body. Lights grow dim and breaths slow, maybe tonight all the prayers will be. Maybe tonight I wil go?
187 · Mar 2018
Trying
Marty Mar 2018
Liquid velvety pools of black
Pierced with tiny rays of hope
So Tiny am I upon my back
Searching for answers to cope

No perfect paths to be found
Trying to avoid, flowers on the mound
Screams in one ear and daggers in the other
Someone even mentioned think of mother

Friends an ocean away, cry to sleep
Praying the blade will not cut too deep
Tired and angry, full of pain
Praying so hard to remove the stain

Kind words, add another day
For the lonely soul to stay
Love, the hearts never met
The cut was stopped with sweat

With resistance the blade fell
Feels like an eternity of hell
Love gave life to the child
Love gave turned pain to mild

Thoughts of death may not stop
To the floor he did plop
Bitter at the world for the strife
But willing to attempt another life

At least the rivers, allow me
It is something that needs to be
Upon Gods eternal step
Or under the rug swept

Give
Me something
Allow me to breathe
This pain you can't understand
Happy I will make you
Don't expect the same
From me

Except,
that
In time
I may be
But it isn't today
I'm trying. I have given up and pray for the end. But, for you my friends I will try a little longer.
182 · Feb 2018
I Cried Last Night
Marty Feb 2018
The most perfect of dreams ensued, a perfect day of passion.  The heart mangled in a fantasy that controls the very thoughts of a man.  Absolute perfection brought into his life from an unlikely source and an unlikely time.  Not able to pursue the mindless thoughts of his heart he allows sleep to overcome the day.   The visions of the one he loves makes sleep come so easy.  Dreams of love passionately filling the night with near endless happiness.  No longer able to sleep, the screaming silence and the beating of his heart fill the room with unbearable and deafening sound.  Awakening desiring to hold the one he loves, turning to find his arms empty once again.  Tears pouring from the eyes overflowing from the broken heart soaking the sheets wrapped around his body.  Quivering flesh, batting eyes, wiping the stream from his cheeks he sighs softly.  The disgust from the world and consequences around him swallow any hope of rest.  I cried last night.  No one to comfort, no one to understand no one to hold, he prays for the mornings light.  Will his dreams and desires ever evolve?  With the piercing light mocking his soul he is reminded that yet another night has passed without the one that holds a grip upon his heart.
This was a poem I wrote for my current ex-wife. Most of my other poems are about the pain she inflicted when she left me in a puddle of tears.
181 · Mar 2018
Endless Lust
Marty Mar 2018
Tear soaked cards upon the floor. Withered roses faded brown. Oh gentle petals trampled upon by mindless feet. Beautiful memories agonizing as the dagger pierce the heart at every mornings light. Joy becomes pain and love mocks the heart with a never ending trail of tears. Sweet memories torture the soul and stop the clock.  Illustrious ravens dance their dance, treading upon the angels wings. Crowded room, no where to go. Battling! kicking! screaming! Gnawing at the pillow begging for annihilation to break its cycle. Sadistic birds living upon the flesh of a weakened soul. Nothing left but naked bones. Cold and brittle, dust to dust. Final results of endless lust.
180 · Feb 2018
Devils Kiss
Marty Feb 2018
Kiss upon thy lips, sweat upon the brow. Perfection found in the devils woes.                  

Sweetest little words and temptress taunts.  Naughtiness and no shortage of wants.  Sweetness and a whole lot of spells.
Voodoo buried at the bottom of wells.

Magical moments caught in the air.
Angels the cause of so much despair.
Nothing wrong with the curvy hips.
Going to wish you had never taken sips.

Continuous knives in the back.
Devil worked so hard in the sack.
From the moment you look in the eyes.
The heart will have an eternity of sighs.

Devils, angel gonna rip your heart out.
This will ultimately be your final bout.
The blood will flow from the river.
Now that she has thrown the sliver.

Screaming, back away if you can.
Broken heart has a gun in hand.
Today is the final day.
No longer a way to stay
178 · Mar 2018
Did you hear my screams
Marty Mar 2018
Silent screams falling upon the tear soaked  earth. Smothered love buried within the dreams of yesterday. Bended knees extend the grasp towards heavens light. Upon glorified ears, final prayers fail. Did you hear my screams? Was it love that closed your heart? Love begs the night, as the days slither along. The journey is engulfed with neverending memories as you meander through the muck. Smitten pride, captivating the breath as the raven awakes.  Did you hear my screams? Was it loves decay that caught your eye? To dust it returns as the faded memories die. Red red river draining into the final pool. Able to breathe, even if only one final breathe. A deep sigh and heavens gate opens wide. Did you not hear my screams? Do you ask if i can hear yours? Call not my name for love has died. At the final farwell, the hand fails to shake.
174 · Jan 2021
Mirror mirror
Marty Jan 2021
Broken shards plastering time.
Nothing but pain left to rhyme.
Moments of life, left in death
Searching for the final breathe

Reflections depleted to a stain
As love is left emulating pain.
One more kiss upon the brow
As the tainted lips disavowed

Mornings dew and birds call
As the feet take to the long hall.
Brightest of lights, message sent
For the fools broken knees, bent.

Bitterness of sweetest taste.
Such an iglorious waste.
Kneel before, as they sing
Await the golden tones ring.
173 · Feb 2018
Tranquility
Marty Feb 2018
Ravenous tranquility of the clay lips
Moistened by the bloods tiny sips
Fangs pierce deep into mortal wound
The bride's hatred hidden and perfumed

Motherly wings wrap the gentle soul
Feast filled at Satan's empty bowl
Squandered hopes paralyze with fear
Vanquished all but the final tear.

Darkness lights the path to hell
Loneliness is the only place to dwell
Round and round the light spins
Night flooded with her ghastly sins

Ravaged arms punish loves demise
Blood pours from the stricken eyes
Gentle lamb and a wooden cross
World's tumble with such a loss

Screams and pleas from bruised knee
Through open window they failed to see
Every thing was perfectly said
Lonely and tortured in the lions bed

**** the night and curse the day
As soaked line begins to fray
Flickering candle gasps for air
Wavering prayer reaches great despair

Clawing open the blackened wings
Satan and his angel sings
Glory to the fallen child
As love becomes delicately mild

Pierced navel and broken jaw
Back and forth sharpened saw
Final pleas for loving arm
As no one meant any harm

Darkness covers the day
As he chose not to stay
On top of blood soaked ground
Place a heavenly mound

Tears upon tears upon the sheets
Rhythm no longer gathers beat
In loneliness love lies still
She failed to pay Satan's bill
A month and a half left in this world. Little to do except to explain the pain that the world inflicts
171 · Mar 2018
It ain't a poem
Marty Mar 2018
I haven't been in control of my life in a very long time. Women have taught me to do what they say when they say and how they say and if you follow their rules enough and let them beat you down enough and allow them to humiliate you enough then if I am lucky I will have that one moment where I can close my eyes and shut my ears for moment and lie to myself and believe that because a woman Is allowing me to be inside of her that she actually loves me. I have those few seconds where I believe that notebook is real. I have those few seconds where I believe the lie of I'm worthy.
This isn't a poem. It's a text that I sent a girl.........friend... I have no idea why I'm willing to share this but here it is. It actually ***** to open my soul this much guys so please be kind
170 · Mar 2018
Goodbye
Marty Mar 2018
Goodbye and Farewell

Sometimes Enough is

Enough!!!
167 · Feb 2018
Love is Dead
Marty Feb 2018
Broken love! Broken dreams!
Endless nights it seems.
Blood drenched soil turns to dry.
The end of love pouring from the sky.

Black veils in shame

Deaths greed gathers round.
Heads hung low around the screaming mound.
Black heart on the mountain high.
Pitiful shame, love had a final sigh.
Devil rode a valiant steed.
Lust planted the final deed.

Ravens scattered at the boom.
They all saw death loom.
Eyes went deaf to the pity.
As loves shadows grew gritty.

Cold, cold shadows create the night.
As loves final farewell disappears from sight. Angry tones scream the chorus.
As a dying love becomes so porous.

Bended knees and final prayers.
No more need to climb the stairs.
Rest your weary head.
For love is now dead.
166 · Dec 2022
Goodnight My Love
Marty Dec 2022
Goodnight My Love
Why did you call my name?
Did you not feel any shame?
You captured my heart
And wantonly tore me apart
  
You gave me all I want  
Now you are an evil haunt  
The *** was so Devine
You kept me in perfect line
  
Your name rang so sweet
Now it is my bitter defeat
I scream for you at night
Only demons come to sight
  
For my death tonight I pray
There is no reason to stay
A lonely dream that is best
To see the blood upon my chest
  
As my eyes I close
This is the path I chose
Memories I can't stand
Listen to the angels band
  
It is the flesh that I hate
In your arms I no more mate
Call not my name you *****
For the blood has begin to pour
  
They try so hard to save
But the minutes I shave
As the day draws nigh
Gather with a final sigh
  
In darkness cover my pain
For my life was not in vain
Torturous love only grows
When you realize that life froze
  
It is with closed eyes I smile
As my feet finish the last mile
Today I love her never again
For her heart I no longer contend
Marty Mar 2018
Why dost my name cross thy tongue?  A demonic utterance, mocking the shadows on the wall. Flickering light shining through the gaps, piercing the evenings light. Screaming whispers meant for none to hear. Deafening silence mocking the empty soul. Why dost my name cross thy tongue? Dreams and visions parade with  enchanting words, giving loves final dance. Only if there could be one more chance. Ultimate shame with no one to blame. Screaming! Screaming! No one to hear. Pawing and clawing into a deeper pool. Drowning! wrapped tightly, bound in the unforgiving cloth. Squeezing each beat of the heart farther and farther apart. Mock and mock they may, as they pray for another day. Listen not, for they cannot make the choice to stay. Screams and screams to the heavens have went, but where were they. Miss me not for this is the final farewell. Why dost my name cross thy tongue?
162 · Mar 2018
Ravens Delight
Marty Mar 2018
Falling back onto the pillow of nails. Thousands of ravens pierce the evenings flight. Tiny glimmers of hope fading quick, begging the night for no mornings light. Swatting them away as the soul prays, the demons take their turns. One by one they rip and gnaw.  Sleep itself becomes a dream, a fantasy to behold. The weary findeth not the traveled path. Teasing and mocking the tortured soul. Round and round the daggers swirl. The night lingers on. Unable to move, unable to free the spirit, the body fades and slips into a pool. Why must the ravens persist, why must their anger nag so deep. Why do they prevent my sleep. No more could have been given, but all was taken. To the ravens I scream, part from my mind, relieve my soul. The day will come when they shall see. They shall see and feel as i. Let them tell the ravens goodbye, let them feel the empty bones as the night lingers on.
160 · Jul 2021
Never Ending Dream
Marty Jul 2021
Out of the darkness into my room.
Tip toe, tip toe, you did walk.
Not a sound, eerie did you come.
Thirst for my soul you embellished.

Upon my naked neck, chills gave.
Breathe upon the hairs of my soul,
Taunting my sleep, laughter cried.
Screech screech tiny voice whined.

Awake, awake sleep no more!
My eyes open not, fear lock closed.
Pillow drowning, at the hearts plea.
While wiggle not given, urge urge.

Frozen ice in your shallow veins.
Tempestuous smile upon the brow.
Avalanche of growls piercing night.
Breast torn open and heart taken.

Silence

Silence, silence gasp for something.
Hand, nor eye from heaven fell.
Mercy mercy upon my knees I lay.
Demons scavenge, cause not seen.

Morrow, where is thy mercy?
Weakened soul and redundancy.
Whilst in thy bed, sleep you have.
Where is thy empathy?

Soaked sheets tightly wrapped,
Embossed tears flood the night.
Upon my cheeks questions flow.
Where is thy mercy, where oh where?

A single night, visit not I plea.
Upon raw knees, head hung low.
Hands grasping at heavens skirt.
Tears departing the dry soul.
157 · Mar 2018
Ambiguity
Marty Mar 2018
Oh rounded feet, which way shall thy lead the heart tonight. Shall it be the coldest of colds that brings forth a river of red. Shall it be the warmth of swaddling arms that nurture the soul. In thine ears the raven brings forth the darkest answers and final peace.  Freeing the soul from the broken glass that pierces the bottom of the feet. The darkness brings forth a gentle breeze from flying soil, ending thy pain with a long nights sleep.  Yet the arms reach out, pulling back the *****. A tiny glimmer of light teases the heart and cracks the eye. Thy strong beast doest deliver a mighty blow. From heavens window, and upon a strong shoulder the wounded heart swooshes away. Even for a moment the love prevails and postpones the suns final farewell. The end of the day ticks closer, yet its further away. Oh my friend shall i stay?
154 · Feb 2018
Silenced rocks
Marty Feb 2018
Silence falls upon the screaming voices as the lights grow weary. Tiny beads of sweat paralyzing, vitriolic taunts of the demons dance begin. Puddles form upon the heart, the masquerade covered in the nights blood. Prayers for darkness extend to the fathers tongue. The curse of the mornings light, begs for deaths door. The river follows the burned channel, as agony stains the cheeks. Loves mark, tattoos the memories, and haunts the web. Grasping for something greater than air, loves grip tortures the soul. The light  promenades the corpse to the blinded eyes, as mockery hides the night. Bastille's hold falters not, death awaits before dawn's prize. Happiness squandered with premises of a future. Silence, silence, silence, rocks tumble no more. Padded hope brings a moment's relief.
153 · Mar 2018
Away
Marty Mar 2018
Oh hands on the clock why do you go so slow. Every second of pain rips away the chance of another mornings light. Smiles on the face of wicked, yet the righteous pay with more than they have. Why!!! Shatters the nights sleep with an aching moan. Nagging thorns piercing the moment. Why!!! Sheets wrapped tightly around the feet.  The red of love, now goes brown. It's gentle pettles leave an enormous drain. Upon the floor love slowly dies. The ravens call refuses to stop bringing another nights tears. Tears on the pillow, tears on the floor, tears in the dirt, bringing an end. For fall the  empty soul screams, nightly pleas go unheard, yet the smiles on their faces persist. Godly love smothered by evil green. Broken promises, forgotten moments puts the end in site. Let it go they say. Okay! Lay it down they say! Okay! At the feet of eternity I shall lay it from whence it came. Mornings light draws closer the end  and finally blocks the ravens attack. Lay it down, I shall. Let it go, I shall. A final good bye away goes the pain.
Marty Dec 2022
Upon the floor your feet,
Shuffle and shuffle to the beat.
Rosey smiles upon your face.
The happiest heart in the place.

Will you think of me when you dance?
I'm sure there's not a heavens chance.
I lie motionless all alone in my bed.
As visions of you put another gun to my head.

Never did I think you would leave me.
There wasn't a chance that you would be,
The horrible **** that you became.
You made our love seem so lame.

Cry not for my broken heart
For you have made me a part.
Of the dance I dance tonight
Oh but so soft as we take flight.

A fine line we dance in the dark
Careful not on a journey to embarque.
Deeper and deeper to keep the screams quite
Into the pillow we bury out of site.

Wrapping the wounds tighter than tight.
As the gentle flow, tries to win the fight.
Tonight was a little to deep
As through the cloth it seeps

Maybe
Tonight is the night
Aside the cloth I should throw
And not be afraid to go

Will you think of me when you dance?
It is of you my eyes shall be
As past this life I prance
And my God I see
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