"thoust" poems
In a locked up abandoned room, stands dead people,
all worn and torn, all helpless and scarcely unknown.
They weep trickles of tears from their eyes, soaking down to their cheeks,
innocent faces and scarred bodies,
invisible to the world and their minds dreadfully drilled, with thoughts of insanity, as they rot inhumanely.
Open wounds and jars of acid, the key lays in one of them, torturous and hardly discredited
It's deadly, and extremely rapid.
Trapped and held back, suppressed and feelings of soul lack,
where the crows die at 3:00am, it's satanic, dark, dull and dim.
Hands burn and screams cry, the jar is black, so they hadn't know in which the key lie.
The secrets within, dark, deadly and too hard to ****** swim.
Weak and demolished, some people collapse in pain and satanic craze, the haze, the daze, thoust peculiar trickles of red rain drops from the ceiling above, rose wine red, depth is dark and foul like jin
It's ****** up...
Our ghosts keep all kinds of secrets, with their hands behind their back and face hidden and covered in black, suppression creates a place of torturous days and weeping eyes of display...
Isolation makes it worse, it creates a lonesome curse...
Treat your ghost well, then the dark won't take over, and make it dreaded and unwell...
Tell...
All your secrets within
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Enter thy come and take your place
No blade will forsaken your face
When the moon has bled
The sun has fled
The father shall bleed
While the son shall flee
Stand on and keep thy paste
Stop moving and thoust be erased
Steel, Fire, Ice, Thunder
This sword been built for smoulder
Hands crumble of blisters
Soul full of cleansers
Thy crafted blade made whole
Thy blade legend be in scroll
Blade coated within strychnine
Behold thy master design
This blade crafted for revenge
Thy uses it for only purifying
No need for revenge
For karma has been healing!
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
Legend tells
Once long ago
The Truth and Lie
Was in console
"For when mankind reach
this road
He will not know which
road to go"the Lie boldly stated
"But with our guidance
To point the way
A traveller will not be disway
The direction he must partake"the Truth so certainly proclaimed
And so it went
Not long after
A weary traveller came to be
At the crossroad in the road
And whom should wait
To greet upon
But only Truth and Lie as one
Pray me thee,
The traveller spoke
Which way must i partake?
"Come thoust ask but only spoke
To us only both?"the Lie said
Yes,the traveller answered back
If thine can but just show
"Take heed,"the Truth said
"And be but wise in choice,
For one of us will tell the truth
The other lie instead"
And as if one
Both hands of two
The truth point left
The lie point too
The traveller but confused
"Heed my word,
Not once but two
One road will follow
The other true
One road to death
Awaits on you"they both spoke
in unison
The traveller thought
And later asked
Pray tell,may i ask
Another question of you?
The Truth replied
"If thou desire
but hurry up upon the hour"
The lie echo'd the Truth
The traveller thought and
Start to speak:
If one dies upon this shore
Is death but just the opened door
Tell me,which way does his soul
Travel to reach life once more?
The lie spoke first
"Its gone before
Death indeed does close the door
And right points life once before"
The traveller smiled
And turned his gaze
To change the choice
He almost made
And as he walked towards the right
The Truth but cried
The lie despite
And both could not succeed
For lie told true
And truth had lied
When both point left and none right
For Truth cant lie
It pointed left
But lie had said
To turn to right
And thus the traveller knew despite
The one way both
Had denied
That left was wrong
And right was right
***
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
Greetings and salutations m'lady
Thou hast been absent and missed
Most notably thoust smile and
thine choired voice espousing deep longing and
opining of distant and never-presentness
despite opportunity and invitation.
Lulled into sleep by your gently warming coo,
flightless i remain.
Turn, I will again,
'gainst the mournful draw of your beckoning, and slip into
dream, once more.
Cool is the pillow upon which i rest my weary head,
restless is the mind inside.
Tumbled and tossed, like an ocean-dweller upon
crashing waves,
waiting to be heaved breathless
upon your shore.
The fire has been ignited,
flames dance brilliantly around me,
a barefoot saviour, pulling me through
the wet sand,
offering sweet coconut water
and reminding me to breathe.
Twinkle, twinkle million stars embedded in
desolate black woven fabric,
eyes make contact.
Blue-green ocean-farer with autumn-acorn islander.
Universe unravels, and sits aback
allowing truth and impromptu correlations
to take hold.
For this is the work of God!
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
It happened on a Friday
Round about nine,
When He who was Divine
Bore sin-yours and mine-
And was hung upon a wooden cross
His hands and feet nailed tight
Yet none who knew His silent plight.
That within all His power and His might
Was cruxified -to bring the light-
Unjustly hung He out in sight
The one known as the King of the Jews
From the time of noon
Up until three
DarkneSs covered the sky entirely,
And with the outcry of these words:
"Eli Eli Lema sabagtani"
My God,why have Thoust forsaken me
He drew His last breath
And died-for all to See
The one known as the King of the Jews
The Temple curtain spliT in two
As He the King of the Jews died
so that We could enter
In Gods sight.
Forever after He paid the price
For me and you:
The one known as the King of the Jews
And after He had left this mortal plane
They broke not His bones
Left Him just the same,
And they laid Him to rest
In a TomB -in a cave
His life been given
His DesTiny remained-
As the Saviour to all mankind
The dead and the brave.
He had come to earth
Not to condemN-but to save:
The one known as the King -became the
Slave.
He who bore no Sin-carried ours
Just so that we could be saved
From the wrath of the Almighty
He showed us the light,
Yet died unjustly
To AnSwer our plighT
The one known as Jesus the Christ
But on the Sunday morning
He had risen triumphantly,
Over Death He had won
Yes GodS only Son-
Who one day will return
To rule up Highly
On the right hand side
Of God-Lord Almighty
Thus remember the FridAy
Through till the Sunday,
Never again will Life stay the same
For He called us each upon the name,
To teach and obey His words left behind
And to love all of all mankind.
For He died once ago a very long time
So that tHose who believe in Him
Find redemption ,salvation
From judgement and condEmnation.
He will come back someday
This much is true:
The one known as
Jesus-the King of the Jews!
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
Can thou of most unholy acts
Speak to the treachery that hath not
Been partaken, yet is still reality
To the delusional eyes that sink
Far far beneath thoust skull?
In what fashion of logic can thou
Speak to the degrees of infidelity
When thoust hand embraces on man's
Whilst your head lays upon another?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
>The sky roars as the thunder explodes, the storm collides in my every memory of waking thought, I seem to clash as the change of season happens as abruptly as my change of emotion.
<I am plummeting to the bottom of the ocean
Drinking in the salty sip
Rising high as the commotion
Riding the low and the wavering dip.
>My focus seems obscured, scrutinized with every drip.
Drip drop...
Drip drop...
Lost. But still standing, the question is how.
Because every universal structure has me be-dowered.
The ocean holds many highs, ones that are forbidden.
Forbidden as the eyes can see.
But to me, I stare blindly, waiting to breathe.
<Unto the unknown
Unto the breach
Splitting at the seems
The why's
The where's
The how's
Are those my dreams?
Will warmth conceive?
O' come back to me
>Thoust lay beneath, I try to see,
I perceive with the eye of the cat, the mental stamina of a bird.
But lost in the eclipse, there's no looking back.
Pushing forward, I make my move.
Lips on focus, biting them as I inhale the atmospheric scent.
<Mystical indulgence
String of pearls diamond droplet around my neck
Gypsy traveler drifting between each breath
Spirit at the helm
Moon bound
Earth to the ground
Cat lives left
If I fall
Faith will stand again
Wingspan stretched out
Sun set
>Sun so far, it seems so near.
Sun so near, it seems so far.
Breathless, but still in sight, I reach over and feel the delight.
As darkness and pain is madness, so is light and healing.
Everything corresponds together and creates the balance.
But I write, "hello darkness my old friend''
The paper drifts away, as the sun rays hit my face
The string of pearls rest against your neck, as the master of puppets arrive, we soon begin our test.
<Our hearts write the line
Then,
silence.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 4:25 AM UTC
I bear you my fruit
My ravishing greens
Deep down to the core
I am warm for thee
But why Have you forsaken me?
You **** me dry
Cut down my trees
You seek to "Protect" me
And yet all you do is destroy
Never hear my cries, thoust not see?
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
the thirst for power lingers in the black heart
To Take everything away from your hero's and destroy the foundations of mankind
Thoust black heart i have seen plague many good people
The black heart tells us all to take advantage of another's chance and make sure they dont take it back
The black hearts evils only the strong don't listen to its dark dark whispers
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
'Twas driven mad this day,
over something small.
Small I say,
But only seemingly so.
Like doors to the fray,
my feelings did flow.
Thine lips of Fate,
they kiss me fondly.
N'one shall know,
Tho they look at me oddly.
Shouldst I dine on thine maniacal stare,
my thoughts and feelings I bare.
and find mineself in evanescence
eternity passes with such sweet decadence.
Finding ourselves in this,
blissful garden of darkness,
My mind doth wander.
Far, Far above those crooked branches,
to a different place in the eon.
You sit at my side and make me whole.
Our child is beautiful,
calling my name.
Jumping on my knee she says with her lips,
"I want the raven."
Before I could reach for this "raven",
I awaken to your nudge and smile.
Gazing into your eyes,
Almost lost,
In the endless depths of your soul,
I recite a verse,
Of that I rehearsed,
Hoping it wouldst make us,
even more so amorous
"If I stay,
I mean,
If i might,
Thoust shouldst be my life."
You question my verse,
And tho you hesitate,
I continue with a simple voice.
"Please, my sweet ember.
Please, my true love.
Find it in your heart and soul,
that you love me,
and make me whole.
You are my One.
I love you."
And as I reach out,
I hold your hand in my palm.
Removing that which is concealed.
I give you my heart in a case,
hoping you give me this alms,
and allow us to meet in affectionate embrace.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Pencil, I write with thee,
Ideas give unto me,
Storms of brains,
Give me thoust worst rains.
Words start flowing,
So the story can keep going and going,
Like how boats will keep rowing and rowing,
And sewing machines, sewing and sewing.
Stanzas continue to get longer,
Therefore, providing fuller pages,
And it unlocks these thoughts,
From their cages.
The cages are now discarded,
So I'll end the same way I started.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Black dreams as my soul begins to leak
Dark thoughts as I reach a sudden peak
Creek, bury the sacrament.
The woods hold many secrets.
Truths that burden us with psychological pain...
Gain.
The demons have rained
Curses our soul and steals it away from us.
Soulless is my empty feeling...
Dead.
I need thoust no healing.
In the darkness I seek the light
Height.
I look down as my stomach begins to turn.
Twisting knots of intestines and guts begin to pour.
A hole has formed.
Staring...
Down to the pits of hell.
****** hands and discreet bodies as crying screams echo below.
My ears ache.
A mind so real
The depth is at stake
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Hidden inside, are the secrets within,
the bland wall has no opening,
The key has disintegrated into tiny pieces, not even, the deadly acid.
The key has sunk inside and has become a part of the acidic death.
Now the lock is unlockable, where the secrets are trapped within.
Writhe not, because the depth consumes it,
deep like an ocean, like the dark world thoust lay beneath is scarce and feared, hated and discreet, and not warmly deared.
As black as hell, the coral beneath is as red as the dark rose wine, looks insidious, hidden and dwell.
The demons lay beneath and do not seek,
thou seek when the winters are dry, the bare **** trees, and a dead body... in a bed of cries.
Skeleton build with muscle, cells, tissue, organs and fat...
is the book cover that had no key, the body that died in tragedy.
The woman that had no he nor she, lonesome and scared, supressed and helplessly dared.
Dared to die alone, rot and starve, no one gave a ****
because she was invisible to all and there was no one to whom she could confide.
Her ghost kept all kinds of secrets, even the ones all curable and not in weakness.
She went insane, her mind thoust blood it had rained.
Satanic and the devils child she became,
once was heavens angel, sweet and innocent, and was always at bay.
Parents murdered, home burnt down...
she cried a waterfall, for endless days in her mothers gown.
Lived alone, and never whispered a word...
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
Who knows what thoust sees when thou lookest upon the sea.
No fragrant flowers wafting sweet perfume
No open fields full of **** born mushrooms
No sunny days where lovers pray to play their ****** part
Display their desirous heart naked and blushing
Not from shame but from such pleasurable exertions
No fairytale creatures like unicorns, elves, or hobbits
No dragons with emerald scales to catch and claw
Devouring my flesh
No fantastic sea serpent
Ready to rend the ships to pieces
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Why do mirrors shine in the dying light
If Ozymandius's gleaming bear spray
Delves into the fading autumn leaves
Then apocryphal demise will ensue.
So I ask thee
Where is thoust
When the sicilian chess moves come
We are pawns in this game of life
I guess you can say
The butterfly died
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
Is it because you enjoy the pain,
look at you, fragile and withered
What it is that you expect to gain
won't you please take a breather
Or better yet jus' let go of your breath
'cause whether you live or die, either way for you it's still suicide
Graciously sentence yourself to death,
maybe live better in the afterlife you actually might
And only then when you are gone might they remember to remember,
Remember to remember that you were more than jus' a tree standing by the roadside
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Stand tall and proud
Oh ye mighty sentinel
Cast your shade there
Upon yonder ground
And with yer roots
May ye cultivate thine soil
So thoust may creep higher
With limbs reaching
Skyward
Climbing minutia
Until ye break through the canopy
Soaring amongst the clouds
Sowing thine seeds below
To grow the next generation
Of silent sentinels
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC