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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
Marty May 2018
People have a habit of becoming what you encourage them to be, not what you may want them to be.
Just a quote that ate my brain for a while. Though i would share it to confuse everyone as it did me.
Marty Apr 2018
Tempestuous journeys
To a land that
Fails to exist
Eternally
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.
Marty Jun 2018
Is it the fools penny?
Or is it the debutantes dollar?

Could it be the tears shed?
Shed from a heart of love

Maybe the fancy gems
Or the shiny toys?

Surely it was the tiny acts
The acts of love and compassion.

Was it the fool on the steed?
Believing he could ever be enough.

If none of these?
Then nothing could ever please.

Describe the value of a fool in love.
Was it not enough to promise death for life?

Claw the eyes from the beast.
Rake the ***** clean of flesh.

Crawl through the mire and muck
Meander the path through hells journey.

The value has been decided by those that received
Decided when they said goodbye.
Marty Mar 2018
In the window stands a man, who neither looks in nor out. Upon his chest the weight of the world but, nothing does he feel. The sun upon his face but, the blood runs cold. Her disdain for life and love forces razors into every breathe. Wind blown passion scatters amongst the rocks. Tempestuous flowers lining the path, starving for the water that extends the grief. Tomorrow lives not, yet yesterday never dies. Her warmth and passion lights the fires in the arms that belong not. The velvety green oceans of lust peer into a dessert of agony and pain. Wantononly departing in an iniquitous journey. This pain was not asked for, but your leisurely stroll through the starry night, put the gun in his hand. The knees throb as they quiver opon the cold rock. Gentle breeze parts the hair. Salty oceans topple over the falls. Choking and stifling on the horrific nightmares prevents the end even for a moment. The pain has become a drug, and the arms open wide. Painful contentment now allows a glorious agony that some call sleep. Can this be the end of love?
Marty Mar 2018
Visitor,
On my door
why has your shadow not crossed?
Is it my companionship you do not want?

Is it greed that parts us from sharing?
Is it mine lust for thy company?
That keeps you from my presence

Night after night, room to room
I search for you my friend
It is for the sake of peace
Your name I scream

As I walk to and fro
With my head hung low
And nothing does my eyes see
Your gentle face I cannot find

Oh visitor
Where are you in the night
So many have found your arms
And want not the journey they began

Yet,  it is for your name
Upon my knees the dust I scatter
Tears follow the traveled path
And my voice can no longer sing

Oh my friend if my eyes you find closed
At the door, bother not with a knock
My welcome you have in your ears
Sling thou foul blade, for you my heart yearns
Marty Jan 2021
Is that you by my bed?
Or is just demons in my head?
Is it darkness that blinds?
Or is it my legs intertwined?

The shadow crossed my feet.
Another world about to meet.
The cover ripped from my soul,
As darkness brings another hole.

Wrinkled sheets curse the night,
As demons enter my sight.
Not with the eye can I see,
But deep within my head they be.

Why can't they depart,
Leaving alone my heart.
The sun soon shall rise
The pillow pressed on my thighs.

I never asked you to come,
If only you would leave a crumb.
My heart to the demons I gave
As now it becomes a slave.
Marty Mar 2018
What should I write with words tonight?
Should I write that demons dance in flight?
Maybe the stars are no longer in the sky
But, that would only tell a lie

Don't be silly the stars never left the heavens
Although I'm sure I saw a dragon with heads of seven
Those around can't see the end has come
Yet Satan has put my heart under her thumb.

Remember the days that my life was love
Now the winds have made me void of
So passionate was her smile
Now, nothing could be more vile

Through such a tiny void he came
Before long I was the one to blame
Upon the sultry eyes I never laid
All the cards had done been played

Search hard for the fiery grave
Each day is such a close shave
A gentle knock on the doors of death
Screaming impatiently for the final breathe


They all doubt that death will show it's head
I can assure that I will soon be dead
Tomorrow's light is not my friend
Nothing more glorious than the end

Oh the miles she rode upon her back
As my nights went to a deeper black
A few short days from now
And the last rows I shall plow

From the earth will come no seed
The heavens did make the heart bleed
At the days end there will be no harvest
Words spoke louder and louder that I do not jest

As the page turns
And the hearts burn
Layer the clouds ever so thick
Never more have I been so sick

Make the bed upon the hill
And lay the love upon the seal
To the fool it may seem to bend
Yet only one prayer needs to send

The arms will pull close tonight
Finally an end to the horrific fright
Give it all the final seed
For, in pain her heart will bleed.
Marty Dec 2020
What would it be?
If the rivers failed to flow to the sea.
What would it be?
If my reflecrion dared to look back at me.

What would it be?
To gaze through the glass door.
What would it be?
To see the blood upon the floor.

Oh but the words.
The wicked wicked screaming words
Oh but the words.
Departing on the back of wingless birds.

Oh but the words.
Marring the walls of the blackened soul.
Oh but the words.
Pressing the light from the darkened hole.

Devour the day.
For my feet shall not come play.
Sweetly devour the day.
For after morrow night shall come to stay
Marty Sep 2021
Darkness hides the widows song.
As the pines utter a sweet melody.
Burried deep neath the evergreens.
Hold fast the roots of dreams.

Mama cries, a song of songs!
As the world forgets who belongs.
Baby sighs, as the memory dies.
Submerged in a quaint bath of lies.

Oh but the mystery of dark.
Hidden as the devils embark.
Silent screams on deaf ears
As witness bears through the years.

From the darkness the soul creeps
As from the night, hope rings a peep.
Gentle, mumbling words stutter
For the truth will make you shutter.

Pleading words stab the heart.
From the bones tears depart.
Breathless gentle pleas.
Lost in ever deepening seas.

A final word upon rubber knees
Please! please! please!
Why
Marty Mar 2018
Why
What is it that makes them believe they know how I feel. No one has dealt with the things that I have dealt with. They laugh and they mock. They say my pain should be over by now. They claim my desires for death are a sign of weakness and greed. It is them that are greedy. They tell me they don't want me to go because they love me. Well,if they loved me they would let me go. I can't leave my house because of my sickness, yet they go out and enjoy life. I beg them to come by for a moment, but they are too busy. If your love isn't strong enough to come by when I have gun to my head, then how can you tell me I have reasons to live. I started cutting a short time ago. Now, I'm not happy unless the blood is flowing. My arm looks like I ran through a barb wire fence, yet you say I should be proud of my life. You tell me that God is the answer to my prayers. I truly believe in God. But this is my battle and my demons. You tell me he will never put more on me than I can handle. Well, he did. My pain came from trying to love others and make them happy. Now, I can't even die because I need to make others happy. When do I get to do what Marty wants, what makes Marty happy? The only way I live day to day is by emducing pain to live with the emotional pain. I started cutting so I had pain. My counselor said to try rubber bands and ice cubes. She was right they cause a lot of pain. But, it isn't enough so now I have rubber bands, ice, I cut, I punch myself in the head. But her memories won't leave. Tell me how to live. Life isn't about the longevity it's about quality. And, this isn't life
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??
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?
Marty Mar 2018
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
How Many times must we yell, how many times must we beg, before someone hears our please. Those who don't talk about it are serious. The others aren't. Wow. I guess people only want to hear about the roses are red and the violettes are blue.
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
Marty Apr 2018
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.
Forever isn't long enough for a heart that truly loves
Marty Jun 2018
On a hot summers day,
Happiness refused to play.
I sat alone in the dark.
Remnants of love left its mark.


As from the shadows I gazed,
The lonely heart was left amazed.
Tear soaked knees struggled with the name.
Why did he have to leave the game?


I screamed and I cried,
Once again it felt like I died.
Please! hold me! Dont leave me here!
As my reddened eyes shed a tear.

Written in stone, memories of yesteryear.
Unanswered questions forgotten in tears.
Trodden paths wallowed in the grass.
Memories forgotten as times pass.

How many days should the soul torment?
As the agony continues to ferment.
As one after the other they come by.
Screams are silenced with a gentle sigh.

As before, I reached out my arms.
But, no one saw any harm.
Each name I screamed intently
From my company they parted innocently

Breathe still filled my rotten lung
Even though the final bell had been rung.
Please do not leave, for the air becomes so sour
shortly after the visiting hour.

— The End —