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Keith J Collard Apr 2013
In Japan, there was an ice cold assassin, that rose through the ranks of the Lin Kuei Clan.   Mid snow flurry, he could avoid every flake, and seize the brittle crystal without breaking it.  He could walk on snow without sinking in, japan's cold winter, is when he was unopposed and most ruthless--slaying debtee and their family.  His ice cold ego, came into contact with a shaolin warrior, who was trained to feel the cold, and never run away from it, nor get used to it, but feel the chill everytime without hardening his self.  Sub-Zero was defeated but not killed, and scorned to the Gods during a snowstorm, " I am the better, and was defeated by a lessor, I appeal to the powerful, give me the power of ice, so that no one shall adapt to my soul's chill, give me the power and my clan shall be in service to you."

Then a snow crystal fell, bigger than most, and he clutched it, and looked in his palm, the crystal was in the form of a pentagram.  The wind whispered, " The most cold and still realm of hell will be in your veins, if you partaketh of this crystal."  And the power of ice, that no man could withstand was at his disposal, and he was locked in a contract, that was unbreakable.

He rose to leader of the clan, and changed the color of the assasin uniform to the color of the cold region of hell, and he could not find the shaolin warrior who defeated him, and so slayed his mentor.
One hot day, his soldiers came back defeated, by a pearl diver, who refused to pay tribute to their mafia.  Sub-zero impaled the clan's soldiers who had their uniform in tatters--by raising jagged ice spears from hell.  The ice never thawed, and the men never fully died, but looked up at the high cieling from their bespearment to a mosaic of an icy and lonely realm-- a message to anyone who fails the clan--that you shall be pierced and preserved.  Sub-zero took the rest to pay a visit to the pearl diver who had stained the Clan's uniform with the blood color of disgrace.

The pearl diver, was in the bay diving down to the bottom for pearls.  He felt the water suddenly get cold, and swam upward to the surface, where he came in contact with the surface of the water, frozen over, and he saw the boots walking over the ice.  They were holding heads that leaked onto the clear ice underfoot and as the pearl diver struggled for air underneath, he saw the heads of his family dropped onto the ice.
Then Sub-zero kneeled down, holding his wife's head to the drowning pearl diver, and placed it on the ice, so he shall see the horrid picture as he drowned underneath.  The Clan took leave, from the bay.

The pearl diver did not fear death, but went mad, as he sank downward into oblivion, staring upward, rage took over his once good heart, and he turned away to look into the depths, shouting " Let me born again, so I shall live a life of fire, so that anyone who dares come close, shall be scolded, GOD OF REVENGE, LET ME BE BORN AGAIN."
The pearl diver breathed in the water unblinking, and his heart stopped, but still he lived as he sank reaching the bottom and there was a scorpion at his feet, and the depths spoke, " Let this scorpion sting both your eyes, and command the fire of hell, and be born again, to melt the ice."
He took the scorpion--who glowed hot in the dark depths-- and stung his eyes, his pupils went from his eyes, leaving milk swirls as his ovals of revenge.  " Now let it snip your lips and chin, so that you may breath the painfull sting of fire upon your enemies without singing your own flesh."

The scorpion greedily ate his lips, tongue and chin, giving him a mouth guard of skull.  " Now you are born again Scorpion, arise, and REVENGE."

Scorpion, screamed, no longer a human voice, but demonic, and grabbed the chain from his boat anchor, and climbed. Upon reaching the ice barrier, he touched his hands to it, and burned a hole and emerged forth.  He pulled up the chain with ease into the air from the depths, the metal barb on the end that served as an anchor, was now for impaling hearts and not the sea bottom.  He snapped his arm and the chain coiled around his arm, ready to sail out to impale and bring his enemies up to his eyes, so they can feel the painfull sting of fire up close, and see Scorpions eyes.
He walked to shore, his feet singing and melting Sub-zero's ice as he walked.
His walk was illusive, as a flickering flame, Scorpion could not be percieved directly without mesmerizing, as a fire in total darkness.

He reached shore, and found a Clan member, he harpooned him with his chain and barb, and brought him close to his face with his chained anchor, and melted the henchman's face with his hot breath.
He stripped him naked with his curved pearl knife, and donned the uniform of the Lin Kuei, ice blue, then the uniform turned yellow from his hot blood underneath, turning the uniform yellow as if it was boiled alive in a ***.  Scorpions' veins serpentined on his forearms, his muscles always a'sweat and full of blood .  The color of his revenge was yellow, mocking the blue Lin Kuei's uniform with the color of cowardice.

He tracked down Sub-Zero to his Clan hall that resembled the cold layer of hell with victims adorning his walls and floors that were pierced by ice sculpture and still a 'quarter alive staring at the cieling.  Sub-Zero felt the slight thaw of his ice, and knew the presence of Scorpion.  

Scorpion flickered from the torches that bedecked the walls, and burnt the guards throats with his hands so they crawled around uselessly.  When a clan member espied the demonic ninja, Scorpion was behind him, breathing on his neck, and the guard fell to the ground in three pieces.

Sub-Zero's throne room, had no torch, no fire, and Scorpion could only enter without his flame illusion through the front tall doors.  
" You have fought your way into my layer, just to realize it is a glacial tomb assassin," saithe Sub-Zero.

" Scorpions demonic voice echoed to him, " YOU HAVE MURDERED DOWN THE PATH OF LIFE, BUT THE PATH WAS THE THROAT OF A DRAGON, AND I AM ITS BELLY, YOUR TOMB OF STINGING ACID."

Scorpion took Sub-Zero's eye from him with his harpoon chain, and beat him mercilessly with kick and punch.  Sub-Zero's summoned ice but it only melted near Scorpions hatred.  But the water from the melt, slowed Scorpion--so it was hand to hand by their opposite powers, negating their satanicly endowed powers.  

But Sub-Zero was the creator of Scorpion, and so had the advantage.  Being beaten, and his face smashed, his nose flattened to his face, exposed rib slats, and his testicles smashed, Sub-Zero feigned mortal injury and non-defence as Scorpion walked up with his milky eyes to do his finishing move.

Sub-Zero's forearm protruded in injury from Scorpions kick before, and formed a sharp dagger, and this dagger sunk in Scorpions brain from beneath his chin.  Sub-Zero won with the treachery he knew best.  But Scorpion's body turned to hell's flames, and melted the layer completely drowning the wounded Sub-Zero, killing him, as Scorpion himself died the second death being extinguished in cold water of the clan layer.



They were sent back to hell, and forced to stand side by side of eachother, as Satan's servants of fire and ice--still donned in the Lin Kuei assassin robe,belt, and face-guard.
All of the magmatic, scolding statalactites dripped behind Scorpion who stood before the entrance to the fiery region of hell.  He stared forward with his scolding white phosphorus eyes.

Behind Sub-Zero, was the still and frozen layer.  He stood next to Scorpion, to the entrance of his own realm, with pupils bordered by ice frozen rivulets.  The proximity to eachother was their hell, and Satan was their master.  Scorpions pyscho hatred heat always attacking Sub-Zero's callous cruel cold, and vice versa, so as they never became adapted to the terms of hell and eternity.
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
What's up?
He says to me
Oh, how I love queries like these
They seem to spread from mouth to mouth
Like a disease
Plain and simple
Concise.
Yet so fascinating to attempt to fully answer

"First the cieling
Then the sky:
The atmosphere of our planet,
Then space,
'The final frontier'
Extending outward, possibly to infinity,
Then perhaps the multiverse, if we are so lucky,
After that, who knows."

"But then again,
Up, down, left, and right
Don't really exist after all.
They are merely relative to where one stands on the Earth
All sense of direction melts away
Once you break through the atmosphere
But it may be difficult to tell where the atmosphere really ends
It's thick at the bottom, and slowly thins as you move outward
Until it is not there at all"

"But I'm probably wrong.
I'm probably wrong in every single way
Wrong in more ways than either of us
Could ever comprehend."

"We are so small.
Only human
But also so large"

It doesn't really matter though.
Zulu Samperfas Aug 2012
Arriving at work and fearing the day
My inner world destroyed and neglected
I would walk, and look for my guiding light
If you were there, the lights would be on
and I could see that long thin greenish light
from hundreds of feet away and it would be like
the lighthouse in the storm
and I would warm my tattered mind in it
know that I would see you

And it was always a disappointment
You don't care about me, only yourself, your job, your family
I am noticed for what I can do to help you with these things
Or for a brief ****** moment as you glance and flirt
Like a tasty little high

Today I walk, my eyes averted from your office
trying to soothe my shattered inner world
and take care of it like a wounded child
and build my own warmth
my own fire within
to nurture and sustain me.
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
Dribbling drops from above,
sunken in cieling
seal skin smooth
saltfish nicely
butchered
bubbling

Floats and
sinks for
ocean floor
kisses
-coquetishly-

Can't stay too
long,

Hey, I'm Mister
Meeseeks,
look at me!
Can you finish cooking?

Can't exist too
long

Simple tasks in
order to give
them a quick
and proper
inevitable
heat death
kas k Aug 2012
The ceiling is talking to me and its getting personal.
And  I'm not  sure if  I wanna get this close to something
that's above me and holding me in.

Tomorrow has already gone by,
but  I am not quite there yet,
when yesterday is still fogging up the clock,
I wonder why I am somewhere in the middle of a place
I can't seem to wash off.

The ceiling's crying now,
I can't seem to get anything straight
something  about the  chipped paint and where I punched a hole in the wall
and the words I stapled with the glow in dark stars  above my head.
I can't remember where I put my feet and why I can't see the stars.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Soulfulbubbles/998133/
Zulu Samperfas Aug 2013
Nearly four decades ago, nearly half a century
I walked Freedom Boulevard from
a lonely bus stop and as I drove there
the other day I saw a girl standing at one who could have been
me, in memory -- frozen

Would it still be there? One of my treasured childhood memories
Still living, not someone's brand new home, or a bunch of Villas in a gated community, lost
The land bleeds in California, but has started to scar over and forget the apple orchards
across the street from The Barn, where I used to ride, and now the houses are at least
covered in trees as nature tries to overtake the foreign, like in Cherenobyl

The big red barn sitting atop a small hill, crammed with horse paddocks now that
the little barns turned to condos.  But it is still there. Like magic, frozen in time.
The red barn, I walk in, it looks smaller than I remember
but the ***** brown cobwebs still cover the cieling and I am
nine years old again

Before I knew the boundaries of my gender
When I felt powerful, if neglected, strong and in charge
Before I knew the bindings of my ***
The limitations
I felt strong, and as I stand here,
I may as well be nine again, a single digit
And my fear melts away, and the lessons learned about my place
in the world evaporate
I stand, and look around at the barn nearly unchanged
and reclaim myself
Kirsty Mar 2014
this repetitive
this repetitive action
this repetitive action at night

when staring at the cieling
looking for, hoping for thoughts

instead it is an emotioneless stare
at the walls of your room

a tired stare, but not tired enough
to close your eyes
TJ King Mar 2013
News Flash:
                     Religious Science has created life!
                     With heat and pressure
                     and Sounds Sounds Sounds!

                     Watch their lead-boy
                     dance and sing
                     recordings placed in his
                                    chest
                   ­  by People Who Know.

                    Listen close
                    to his strictures about what
                    is abominable
                    you can hear their voices
                    in the crackling gray
                    noise:
                    
            ­        The buzzing of cieling fans
                     in offices far away, Oz
                     The humming chatter of
                     "The maid found a dove
                     drowned in the pool!"
                     "Oh, how unsanitary,
                      truely abominable."

                      You really should see
                       him dance
                       in the Starstudded Ballroom
                       where the wicked pace
                       in the side-halls
                       dreaming of childhood summers
                       at the lake
                       and kisses in the morning.

                       Holy Science has smithed life!
                       Holy bullets smelted a fine
                       man.
                       Wholy Holey Holy Bullets.
Thuto Undefined Oct 2013
CAUTION : Piece includes words that might create graphic pictures in your imagination so reader discretion is advised. Enjoy..*

A story about a little girl who got robbed of her pride..*

The truth she holds.. Makes her feel so cold as she unfolds..
The story she never told
The story that awakens the pits of hell
The story about a little girl

She was pinned against the wall
Being 15, she was a little small
Slapped and beaten to the point were she couldn't even crawl
Their ***** against the cookie..You know.. The *****?
Tongue against her chest, between her *******
You can imagine the rest!

The constant touching and feelings
Her eyes? Glued to the cieling
Screaming, pleading..
Praying and begging the merciless men
To stop their merciless act..
All night long ******* her brains out..
I can see the agony in her eyes
Saying "Help me" but the words sentenced to life, refusing to get out!
The freight kissing.. The cookie licking
Forced to do the ******* and of course
The constant *******.. The *******. The *******!
Crying.. Weeping.. Till the point were
There were no more tears to shed,,
no more words to say..

It was like she got auctioned with these demon to bid, But she was just a kid!
Sold to the devil and his accomplice in the chair..
Pulled off the good life by the strands of her hair
She was like a puppet to them.. Dangling from limb to limb
"No one cares" they said..
Cutting her and ******* her, wishing she was dead..
She thought they were right you see..
"Cause all that time no one gave a **** about me"

But I do.. And you know why? Because she is little girl.. Just like me... Do You? <3
Jenay Breden Dec 2012
i could sit here all night
staring at the cieling
feeling kinda alright
listening to ****** LP's
and imagining i can see the stars through the concrete
thinking, blank shots through this empty room
not really registering anything
nothing actually
if i'd only know if you are doing the same thing
laying down, eyes glazed
if i'd only know that you were thinking of me
then maybe i'd admit i was thinking of you too
SMP Nov 2012
I woke fron the depths of army men and poisoned spiders,
Lakes and oceans, home and heavens,
I woke to the slow musicled motions of a sick man,
Achily bending my head to the side for a glance at te clock.

I woke to crying, sobbing, the tears of my brother,
Yelling, frustration of my mother and father,
I woke in tear break, shaky and stolen, somber.

I crawled slowly out of bed,
Wading through water that no one sees, or feels,
Lips paper dry and mouth gaping in drought.
I wake to thirst.

Tea is delivered with a good natured sigh,
A complaint about over work, and a need to return to it,
A slight slump to ever tired shoulders and a gentle push back into bed with words that would be, gentler if you weren't just as exghausted as me ,
but lacking the sleep.

I sigh and lay semi paralyzed , staring at the cieling unseeingly, eyes blinking, slow snow.
I attempt relief from this bed again, knowing returned sleep will grant me more nightmares,
And I sigh, slowly pulling myself to a standing,
My head pounds and my stomach aches.

I attempt to sip at tea,
And I burn my lips?
Startled by this reality I wobble, not managing my mundane task,
I whimper, tears of thin skinned surprise in my eyes,
And slowly, so slowly,
Return to bed.
Apparently I'm an old lady teenager

... Love ya mom
Lucanna Jan 2013
They enter my office
and I am their landfill
They take a cozy seat
on my blue heartbroken couch
They unload all of their garbage
One by one
a banana peel of tears
an alluminum leftover
of regret
and as their tainted trash
piles to the cieling
I take it all from them
with nothing in return
I offer them a clean towel
and an uncluttered
clear hope
And I genuinely
love them for it

I will take all of your dirt
and brown disgust
you've held in bins
all these years
once a week
as long as you want
my beautiful dears
life as a therapist.
Caleb Eli Price Nov 2010
Home all alone in here suffocating sorrow
Not afraid to die, but afraid to face tomorrow.
The cieling caved in, the white couches turned black
She kept walking away, afraid to turn back
She teared as she passed the seventh step
She began to tumble, while in time the world crumbled.
The ghosts of her past did rightfully chase her
Pursuing her conscience, of that they all made sure
Her world turned grey and fuzzy as she fell through the air
She reached out for the railing, what she found was nothing there
Her heart skipped a beat as she fell to the ground
Her mind was in shock and her head right spun around
Just one faithful step is all it did take
To turn her away and make a heart break
Her last fleeting thoughts before her head hit the tile
Was life wasn't fair, but she fell with a smile
Her lips were angled upwards, corners to the sky
Because she imagined that if she would die
She would float up to heaven and once more see her mother
Finally, they both would reunite with each other
Her head hit the ground and her world turned to black
She lay on the floor with her jaw lying slack
Two days passed 'til her father got home
His flight was delayed so he stopped off in Rome
"Beth" he cried out "I'm back from my trip"
Quite unaware of the unfortunate slip
He hadn't heard from her, not a call or a text
He could never have expected the thing he saw next
Lying unconscious was his beautiful daughter
Bruised on the head and lacking of water
He rushed to her side and cried "Bethany!"
He felt for her heartbeat and counted to three
A distant little pulse did periodically sound
His daughter was not lost, but really she was found
In 25 minutes they were in the ER
Her eyes opened up but she couldn't see far
"I need 20 C.Cs" the doctor said "Now!
This girls gonna make, but I don't know how"
Her father sat nervously in the waiting room
Waiting to hear if the results were of doom
He held his face up with his work-ridden hands
He felt his life slipping like small grains of sand
First was his wife, and now was his child
One could surmise that his feelings weren't mild
It was only right now, that his daughter was dying
He realized that to his own self he'd been lying
He'd neglected, and this time was the last
No longer was he still the man of his past
If she could survive this horrific incident
He knew as a father he'd be much more competent
For now all he could do was play the waiting game
A thing which he hated right down to the name
Against his will, he fell in to a sleep
His mind started drifting and his dreaming went deep
His daughter was well and he said "Beth, I love you"
She said, "Dad, you're dreaming, but I know that this loves true"
She reached out and put her arms round his shoulder
He should have felt warm but instead he felt colder
Her hands shook him violently and she screamed "Wake up!"
He opened his eyes and stared into a cup
The doc handed him some liquid and said "here, drink this"
He said it was juice but it tasted like ****
"Enough with these, games, is my daughter alright?"
"I'm sorry," he said "but you'll have to sit tight"
And so he sat tightly for hours on end
He sat still until he could no longer defend
And just at the moment when he thought he would die
The door opened up and he let out a sigh
The doctor was smiling, it was quite plain to see
He said "Alright Jon, please come in with me"
He came in the room which was blindingly white
And he saw the one thing that made his whole night
"Daddy?" asked Beth with a tear in her eye
He blinked to make sure that his eyes did not lie
"Oh honey, I'm so glad your well," he said
"for a moment it looked liked you'd turn out to be dead"
"Its alright dad," she said with a smile
"Everythings fine now, so please, stay a while"
"From now on, I know I must be a better dad
I never did realize that I made you so sad.
You're mother is gone, but I still have you
I need to stop taking that for granted, it's true"
He reached out for her and held her in his arm
"From now on, I'm here to protect you from harm"
Outside the window rain fell to the ground
It flew through the air but made never a sound
Lifes never fair, and neither's the weather
But atleast Jon and Beth are still happ'ly together
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
And it's about that time of year and time of day where my mind is a place to stay away from
Stear clear of it when you see me on the sidewalk and cross the street to avoid me like I exude the fear I feel inside
What if I can't make it to tomorrow because tomorrow never comes
What if all this false confidence I claim fades away to show my true face and I'm terrified
That I can't love quite right because my love comes from inside and my insides are turned inside out with how I feel right now
And it's the moments where I'm laying in bed and staring at the constant cycle of the blades of my cieling fan wondering a thousand and three different things
Chief umong them being my own ability to cope
I've playing pretend that I'm okay for a few years now when does fake it till you make it kick in
I'm scared of how my life seems to go nowhere at such a terrifying pace I'm wondering
How I'll survive
Kenshō Mar 10
Peering down from a terrestial heap,
contemplating the debate at the seams,
exposing dim lights and the ones asleep.

I sat awake, in solitude, lost like a sheep.
Per(re?)ceiving all the secrets in ones dreams;
beneath the veil, and the ones that we keep.

What the bars in ones mind are made of are cheap:
confining and containing what one can gleam
from the empty gaps and the mental leaps.

I hope those objects and night-lights help you sleep;
Plato's shadowy projections move with moonbeams,
the brimful moon ebbing causes the shadows to creep.

The farside is bare, in twilight;
the mind becomes a maverick:
turning fireflies to winking sprights.

Can you regard all that I see
when you dream with eyes-closed?
And In your dream do people speak in poem or prose?

Are you transmitting dimensions of three
or are you given your dreams?

Do you wonder who contains those moments
and where they are received?

If heaven is dreaming nigh
I wonder what we would be

If God sent a message
what might be the presage;
And what might be the conveyance?

When you're dreaming Angels touch the ground,
revealing all that is bound.
~dancing with the beyond~
And (angels) evaporate in the dawn, or atleast seeming..

Let your eyes unlock~
Quick! The Gates are sealing
Run to recapture all that they've been stealing:
From all those who wish to lower your cieling.

---

A gypsy is whistling who's been up all night.
The dreams of many slip into hidden spaces:
Closets and under the bed; spirits dissipate.

As morning's light eminates
What do you see?
sorry for any errrors. enjoy
michael gagain Apr 2013
i stare at the cieling
can't see much
except the vent...for heat and such
the floor of the attic ..creaks a bunch
am i losing my mind....am i out of touch
im scared to death....because it's late
no one around
to share my hate.......
the glow of light streaks through my door
theres some one walking across the floor.....
i'm now in the fetal
there's no way this is real
if all are asleep
who is the creep
walking the attic....in its bare feet....
noise getting louder...i cover my head
almost wishing i were already dead....
the shrieks and the moans...cant take any more
please mr. ghost
this is no way to cool
oh...moms waking me up
it's time for school....
Madison Greene Jan 2019
It's sort of funny in the saddest way.
To find pieces of myself in a man that was never really a part of my life at all.
I wish I knew you well enough to have memories other than playing trivia at a table by the bar watching you stay well past last call.
Fighting with your wife over who would drive home.
Spending every other weekend you had with me staring at the bottom of empty bottles.
And slurring "I love you's" like I might believe them.
Isn't it all I ever wanted?
To be loved by you?
And does anything ever really change?
Can people really change?
You were sober for 5 years after you almost lost your life.
But now I keep waking up to drunk text messages.
Parallel to your drunken confessions in the middle of the night while six year old me tried to comfort you.
Biting my tongue and staring at the cieling fan so I wouldn't cry.
I don't have to hide the tears anymore because you're in another city and I won't ever tell you how bad you hurt me.
But Dad I keep letting men hurt me who tell me they love me at 2 am and I wish I didn't feel like it's because of you.
I don't know if this is poetry at all
Mims Sep 2018
On the couch
Me wrapped up in you
Like some present in the back of a Christmas movie
Heartbeat
Against my skin
This
Must be what it is

On the way home
My head in your lap
Wrapped in the soft blanket you brought so I wouldn't get cold
Staring at the cieling of your father's truck
Your face staring at me in my peripheral vision
Could be the 6th night in a row
That we have been together
And we both know it won't last forever
But your smile sends a shiver down my spine
And I never knew what it looked like
I'd never seen it
Maybe I could imagine it
But I never tried
With you
It came so easy
And I know everyone says that
The same way everyone says it gets better...

I come home
And let out a big sigh
This must be

What love looks like.
AAF Mar 2014
The world I live in
is quite small.
I live all alone
Just me and the walls
The dust on the cieling
The air chached in bunches
sit patient in corners
waiting for luncheon.
I feed them my time
by standing in places
that have gone untouched
suspended in stasis.

But one day I'll die
and my friends will die with me
because it's all in my head

and boy is that ******.
Annie Quill May 2015
Freddy is brown
Puppet is no-face
Get out of the cieling
before i go realing
Marissa Kay Dec 2015
I'm not frustrated with anyone
I'm frustrated with frustrating as a whole
Why do I give a **** about all of the ways they lie
I'm so ******* sick of ignorance
Towards each other
Towards themselves
Towards the universe

We all want the same thing . . .

A pair of eyes
( piercing. Soaked up with all the light from every moon, and every star, and every bulb from every cieling )

To look....no.... Gaze /stare/ glance fixedly upon
Or own (pair of eyes)
And without saying a word.
Understand.
All. Of. The. *******. Pain.

To run finger over needles stabbing each ear and
      Slowly
Remove their stinging remarks
All while holding a gaze
All, while, holding, a,     Gaze
amme Dec 2016
What the heck am I suppose to do if I can already see they have closed their minds. Its not their fault.
I can see how and why too, broken hearts from hopeless narcs...
They say remedy comes from inside I say please dont swollow your pride, take a look around, arrogance is what push us aside,
So kneel down to the being who's with you when you're griefing because only they know the pain you must be in. Pardon my preaching,
I aint trying to hurt your feelings because I know that you rather be in your room hanging from the cieling with a noose around your neck
but understand you must change what you believe in It's all part of the healing process.
Life is what you make of it and I chose to follow the prophets.
Living free I dont want to make any profits because proof shows the poor people are the best ones walking so stop all the **** talking, blessed enough to not think much of it but thats just one of my problems.
I'm scared of the darkness, overcoming my fear is progress so I face my nigtmares by embracing knowledge but still ask for Gods help because the heartless leaves me thoughtless.
They never ask why they just stick to their jobs, and trying to come up with solutions for non existing problems It's nonsense.
Now lets just be honest, the alpha and omega is just ticking the clocks, yes? So ofcourse Jesus (pbuh) will walk the earth at the days of apocalypse.
Astaghfirullah.
Take it as promise but dont knock on my door for more Im just repeating what God said.
I write down whats on top of my head into rhymes so Its not anything special.
I usually write to a beat too. I dont inted to offend anyone by my lyrics no matter beliefs. Im sorry If i did.
dani Apr 2015
I stare at the cieling and my mom knocks on the door every hour, scared that I might stop breathing.
I do not paint and I do not write, everything is dulled by the blue upon me and I feel sad and angry, but at the same time I do not feel at all.
Days are long, and nights even longer-and endless reminder of your midnight eyes and for the first time in forever, I find myself hating on the stars.
I do miss you, I miss you with everything I've got left and every fiber of my body keeps calling out your name.

But I miss myself more
Janvi Sadhwani Aug 2020
FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE PAST IS PAST/
Today, I visited my old home,
after much hesitation and temptations.
I've been there twice before,
stolen glances at m̶y̶ home
both times I came back crying
to my mom at the place
we live in now,
I refuse to call it home
because I swear every single
morning I've woken up in this place
I've been longing to feel how I felt
waking up in my old home;
how I've felt for 14 years.
But today was different:
I looked at m̶y̶ home
with eyes wide open
Yes, there were flashbacks
of standing in front if the pink wall
and my black brown wardrobe
for photographs before dinners;
of the living room walls and
the little white pretty chandelier
hanging at the top;
of blue LED lights on the
cieling of my bedroom,
the warmth of my bed;
of the smell of my parent's room
and the bookshelf in the balcony;
of the sound of the bell
and the key hanger beside the TV;
Of the shelves in the living room
where my mom stocked all my trophies;
Of the sofas where my sister and I
laid doon to have foot fights;
Of the swing on my front porch
where I first heard 1989
and huge window on the forst floor
where I solved math problems every night;
the list never ends;
All the cruel bitter flashbacks
that could've been tender sunlit memories
if they didn't have to sell my home
for the ****** hospital bills.

Today was different
because I didn't let the past
overwhelm my emotions
Instead
I smiled and stared at the paint
over my father's name plate.
A part of me will always reside
in m̶y̶ old home
but I refuse to let it haunt me anymore.
-j.s
Eric May 2019
So it has really ended , the life I knew , the life I befriended. some how I knew as time passed on and... it torn me .
I got to get this out , cause thoughts of just blipping out , without a scream or shout . are coming to mind again , it's all I'm starting to think about .
my ole town , my ole house . ripped through space , with out a trace , without a doubt. and I'm lost now. Looking at the blue skies with no happiness in mind .trying to relive all those better times , but no matter how much I search , I cannot find . you used to be my Devine . Now I'm lonely , Knowing my heart already been given . currently drifting with time .
Sorry....really? No not really , I took your floors , your walls , and your cieling! oh , I know but how are you feeling ? I don't want to get into this with you again , I don't care about feelings! And yet you left when it was only the beginning ... you can have my floors , my walls , and my ceiling . but you will never take away my feelings. FOREVER AN ALWAYS not so appealing? then don't ever lie to me and say those type of things . you destroyed every last part of me . and you live happily. really I'm glad , I love you , but your not sorry .
I'll carry on with a devotion, to never bring up these kind of emotions. my life now is just like the coasts .it's likely to be long as hell with waves of things to cope with . I'll send you things from afar , and hopefully don't get emotionally **** kicked . and probably drink everyday until I get sick . at least with out your brightness ,I'll always be lit. how can love be so counterfeit . every last good **** part of it . I'll remember it.  I'll throw a fit.  I'll cut myself off and climb myself out of this pit. I hope you see the darkest skies , when I realized how misunderstood I get . that darkest moon will soon be my sunset . forgive me as I forget .
let me wonder , let me plunder , let me sit out in the rain and thunder . think of days when they were filled with laughter . Of the girl I always dreamed of going after . smile ...cheers ... Happy Never After...

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