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Jay Bryant Jun 2013
The sweetest joy
Maniacal ploy
The plot thickens
I start grinning
As the goosebumps
Crawl up my spine
Its time to get even
Even if that means
Leaving my current
Mental state of sanity
Death to humanity
I guess its the imperfect
Man in me
My morals hide
My smile is wide
Now is the time
That vengance is mine
Ariel Leann Feb 2014
The Valley of Desperation she has seemed to has sought,
She has traveled through the depths of Hell,
Longing for her pain to end,
To no longer be under Suicide's spell

To end her long time suffering,
To put the depression at bay,
She will travel even if it's the end of her,
That will be the only way

The Demons in her pressence,
Trying to persuade her the other way,
For time is of the essence,
There is no turning her away

She has become stronger within the second,
Less vulnerable within the minute,
Free within the hour,
Unstoppable with the day

She will not be defeated,
She will never step down,
The screams of vengance are hers,
It will be the only sound
Jonothan Lewis Aug 2013
Raise me up
Drop me dead
These are the games
You play with my head
Make me high
Shoot me down
My head it spins
Round and round
One second a king
Next in the slums
My hearts beating
A pounding drum
Adrenaline rushes
My chest's rise
Now im in power
Nowhere to hide
Vengeance is sweet
Blood is thick
Pinned to the table
Tease with a lick
Now you scream
Now you moan
Revenge is a dish
Best served cold
Seducers of the sky above,
Drinkers of the salty sea,
Oh, possessors of the earth below,
How I wish I never existed,
How I wish the Gods never existed,

You are gradually fading away the
Splendid beauty of my true existence,
Yes, the tornadoes and the hurricanes
And the thunderclap and the fire
Shall always accompany your existence,

Oh yes, I am about to express
My distaste for your order,
The beautiful part of my nature
Have you consciously eroded,
But the thunder-Gods shall surely
Deal with you relentlessly,

Hmm, everyone that knows your works
Shall have a nasty story to tell your kind,
For your passion for wealth and excellence
Has imprison my wretched soul
And has divided my living bones,
Mother earth has no more pleasure in you,
Before your unforgiving existence,
Truly, I knew the story of the
Old one and his nature,

Wait and experience my mighty right arm,
Always shall you seek
My indefinite destruction,
Always shall I seek indefinite
Vengeance on your children’s children,
Unfortunately, it is ignorance that
Makes the rat attack the cat.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com
LycanTheThrope Jun 2015
Echoing hills can tell your past
A dark and fortuitous time
Stars will craft their best
And skies will lark the eve
Tell you haven't wasted your honor
On a ghost of linder
Retching a few minutes
To spare hearts an attachment
Condem me of all my reapful sins
A pledge to you
On this golden scribe
My honor and service
So that I may avenge this death
*In all the annals of time
Ehhhh stuff
©Copywrite Lycan
Adrianna Davis Oct 2012
a flame burning bright
a single light in the dead of night
illuminating the dark
dancing, burning hot
shades of red
shades of orange
shades of yellow
sparking desire
moving freely.
free?  as in freedom?
no! the flame is a captive!
because if it gets too strong...
disaster befalls everything it touches
such a wild flame, if allowed to breath,
would surely destroy.
a beauty, when controlled.
a nightmare when allowed to be free.

a raindrop falling from the sky
always changing.
never constant.
unreliable.
sometimes a gas
sometimes a liquid
sometimes a solid
a need for consistency lingers,
but it was not meant to be
nature is against its will
the need, the want-
it's strong...
it's just not strong enough

I'm a flame, he is rain
nature tells me to hate him.
he can destroy me
my power, my destructive force
it's nothing compared to his power
he consumes me. all of me.
leaves me burned out.
nothing.
so why, when I burn bright again, do I want that raindrop?
some sort of suicide, if that's what you want to call it.
emotional and mental suicide
I'm attracted to the very thing that could finish me.
he seeks to destroy me.
like a lion, who stalks his prey.
and with that, fear grips me...

I shrink, barley a whisper.
my brilliance dims...
and in the quiet of the starlit sky
I fade.
I seek not life.
nor death.
I live only for the chase.
my time of *******'s at hand
i shall return-with a vengance
that makes babies cry
and grown men
who are trained to exterminate me
quiver in their boots.
and he shall taste fear.
i come back
not as a flame...
but as a BLAZE!!
Jordan stenberg Feb 2013
Vengance is a feeling that you get when someone wrongs you.

you see i wouldn"t hurt a fly normally but this is not a fly this a threat to my home

you took my two dogs away you take our rights away i am sick of it

i may not own it but what you do effects ALL OF US

you see i do us simple i put my mind into something you what you created because when i find out who called oh  my goodness your in for a treat.

i am gonna offer to settle this like men one guy vs one fraud in a fight to the finish  

you see i fight for those who are wronged like i fight for every boy and ******* the sideline  my revenge is gonna be sweet sure they do say revenge is bitter. well your wrong i vow to end your group of lunatics.
Benji James May 2017
If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul. She's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

Nobody's perfect, You see
Have you ever hurt so much
You wanted to take your life
Well you see time after time
I wrote how hard it was living without you
But it got me wondering
If I loved you so much
Why am I not dead
And it came to me
Your my drive, Your my hope
Every time I see that picture of you
I know I'm not alone
So sick of writing songs about death
I mean I don't want to die
but a life without you is hard to bare
But they say love hurts anyway
You just got a find the one person
Worth suffering for and your worth
Your wait in gold

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

Girl, I haven't been talking to you
I wonder if you ever notice there's
a person missing from your life
remember the boy that stuck by you through
every hard time but all of a sudden he's gone
But truth is this was a test
To see if you cared
It seems like you failed me this time
You said you would be there
But I was hurting and I'm still all alone
But its okay, I'm alright
(Yeah) Almost turned to drugs
Took up cigarettes
Because I couldn't stand
The pain of knowing you weren't there
But I quickly gave it up
Because I wasn't thinking clearly
Death was on my mind every night
See I started writing a song
Saying it was all over
But then I thought of you
Scrunched it up
Tore it apart and threw it away
Because I ain't given up

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

I'm still here, Your the medication to my pain
But your the pain to my pain
It's like ******* it drives you insane
I wrote these other songs about you
And in it, I kiss you
But the truth is our lips have never collided
I kissed you in my dream. It felt so right.
It changed my life
Not sure if you understand, What I'm saying
But if anybody hurts you again, I'll be there
I know it seems like I'm gone
But I've been here all along
Better watch out baby because I'm on my way back
Ready to fight, I'll be ready to save your life
Bet you never could imagine you were my saviour
And protection and you didn't even have to say anything
See I have this picture of you and whenever I'm feeling down
Feel like I'm up against the world
I just look at your smile. It lights me up
Feel Like I can see my name in city lights
Importance returns to my mind
And I feel the urge to pick myself up from the dirt and
Take on the whole universe
You see I'm gazing at stars knowing that somewhere out there
You're looking at them to
Just hope you can feel the love I'm sending you

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

Remember I said I dreamt of you
Well it was like heaven on earth and when I kissed those cherry lips
It felt so good, It took me higher than I've ever been
It never felt more right, If thats what it's like
I'll take the pain and the suffering
You might be the girl I've never had
The girl I'll never have
And I know I can never replace you
Truth is I'll probably keep crying and feel like I'm dying
But I'm movin up, Movin on
Baby, Benny's home
And he's never felt more right (alright)
Creativity has taken over tonight
Look out he's back on a high
look towards the sky and see him flying
Your gaurdian angels back with a vengance
Nobody's gunna want to hurt you again
Because if they do he'll be there to hurt them
I get jealous when I see you with another man
But I'll hold it in
Because seeing you happy is worth it
Sometimes I wish I got a text or a facebook message
Saying you miss me
It makes me feel invincible and amazing
But its okay, I'll be alright
Because I see that picture of you
And it eases my suffering
It keeps me happy
I feel like it's our destiny to be together
But even if it's not your always gunna be the one I want
I would give it all up for you
If losing my life meant saving yours
I wouldn't question or give it a second thought
Baby I would take that bullet to my heart

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

I've never felt more amazing than I do tonight
Just think who's missing out of your life
Think back to all the things I said to you
Then you'll know this songs for you

©2017 Written By Benji James
Pretty sure this is the longest lyrics I have ever written. :P
Haruharu Jun 2017
The years of being constantly knocked down are forever gone.

No more heart on her sleeve and clenched fists.

The suffocated voice inside her has grown strong.

She speaks louder than ever, and no one dares to go against her.

The fear in her eyes is replaced by vengance.

A fierce, unpredictable rebel is born.

Heading for war.

She's now ready for anything and anyone.

The most beautiful, savage beast anyone has ever laid eyes on.

With fire in her eyes, purple lipstick and Dr. Martens she is now waiting.

To watch her enemies crumble beneath her feet.

And she breaks into that lethal smile of hers that only she possesses.
Another piece of my life story. Time to move on, get stone cold and stand up tall
Rin fujioka Jan 2017
Seeing the fall
eye of the storm
I see
I feel
I looked
I sought
I searched for the end
And found what I lost
What humanity said
Humanity Is dead
A shallow world
Covered in blood
Colored in red
Running horses
Only see what ahead
I dare you To step back
And Dont react
As you look through the blinds
Peek through the cracks
you'll hear the screams
And the shouts
hands trying to cover the mouth
The poor
Endured
 demons hide
behind your door
That you ignore
As you soar
higher
The line of inequity
Rises
As you desire
Sets a fire
You're all liars
Take my Hand
I'll shatter
Your eyes
see the lies
You tell yourself at night
As children fight
To stay alive
You take life
With ignorance
You'll pay
karma will humble your oblivious arrogance
Just you wait
Justice is vengance
a transition to Renaissance
Please Guide us to heaven
Or lead us down the well
The hell we bought
And the soul that we sell
Paved in these stones
Darkness is the sentence
See the connections
Look closely
And you find my words far...
From irrevelent
Ken Pepiton Feb 2019
Godliness, can we imagine what that means?
can we a gree,
groupup on a time be
ing
transformed, ah, aitia!
a cause accuse,
have you considered my servant, Faust?

Why now

of all times

am I alived again? Who axed me how

Godliness, with contentment, is great gain?
When did yo'rever begin?

You play Sorry? Y'know how you land at
the right spot and
that makes the time right
to gain more than your role allows

by the rules.
Rules is tools t' keep yer atmostfears from

sending out fruiting bodies,
after the icecaps of ignorances melt.

This is one o'them Sorry places,
in reality.

Never since water recalls, though, now
I recall reading of another water
we have, ringwoodite, those memories are
petrified,
who could think 'em? Chthonic radicals from
trees of knowledge
espelliered to the western wall, while growing

free in forests, wild, whither the wind listeth, and rain falls.
listen,
Jeremiah wrote,

can you hear me now?

Earth, Earth!
Godliness, with contentment, is great gain?
Weeping Prophet?

Wouldn't you?
Timebum-
pto whenever this was first sung
Don't take yer guns t'town, son.
Leave yer guns at home...

Awake at my wake, what a gas,
all wrapped in white linen beyond the ripped drape
no curtain betwixt e certainty and me

but just a glimpse.

One time, I saw a her, an animus of a salvaged sort,

reporting a he I thought was me, was
continuing to fall,

claiming penance for vengance and **** and harsh words.
Lies, most of all...

She came in clad mit rainbows, like an angel in the Bible.
You never noticed those?
Messengers of mercy.
They're all naked, except for light,

how did you not notice those?

Jungians tend to invest heavily in dreams,
turns out,
in the long run,
by mortal measure,

dreams hold meaning longer than

wishes never letgo so far for fear o'
madness o'the Bed'lamic sort

quenching this little light, which

... can't be in dark
no light is in dark

thin light ai'n't no light. Here we are,

this light is all around about me, say

Ah,
it's in me
aitia,
once more, shall we. Give it a spin,

imagine dreaming forever of new and inter'string things,
without dying or being worthless.

Be content imaging that. Great gain. Okeh.
Act like you know forever started some time ago
and you are a character, a named character,
with archetypical friends,
in the live production of the famed Book of Life,

"Life, as much as we can aspire to"
Title pending final cast conspiracy. You're the star.
Fruit from a fine time of not watching the oscars.
AITIA The Greek word aitia (or aition ) derives from the adjective aitios, meaning "responsible," and functions as such as early as the Homeric...
Google it.
Q Dec 2017
As to take my hands
And break every single bone
If you'd only be so kind
Take my heart and leave me alone
But don't touch my mind
My body is yours to harm
But if you'd be so kind
Please, leave me my mind.

My age may harm me in eighty years
And you may still peel my skin from muscle
But if you would show me a kindness
I swear I wouldn't struggle.
Death doesn't scare me
Neither does pain
I can take on the world
With little more than my brain.

I'm liable to survive
Through what I'm put through
Then come back with a vengance
And rip the heart out of you.
So you may hurt me now
Go ahead, be my guest
But if you leave me alive
I'll have your last breath.
Written in 2014 and rotting in my drafts since.
Chrimmo Rae Aug 2016
You've degraded someone you cannot even reach the peak of.

You shall perish from this bittersweet world,
By the hands of a lady you've forgotten and didnt know
By a person who seek vengance for what you've done
She's sick of everything up until now.
Realizing that this foolish love is making her stupid head crumble.
Its annoying.
Amature writer
Johnnie Rae Jul 2012
Scream,
Just let it all out,
All that anger you couldn't shake before,
Just scream, make that anger a memeory,
Scream, like it will never end,
Just scream, jump off the deep end,
Scream, nothing can stop you,
From expressing such anger,
Please people, give humanity a riveting call of anger,
Throw a riot, start a banter,
Make people see how delusional they can be,
That they're missing out on the depression that they created,
Scream, and let people know, that you're alive,
Alive and fighting,
For all things to be right,
Scream and let people know they have to fight,
Let them know they're not alone,
Just scream, scream out vengance
Let the anger float to the heavens, and let them know,
Things aren't too good down here,
That they're lucky to be there,
Just scream, scream it to the world,
That they need to change their ways, before its too late,
Just **scream
Go out screaming, Go out strong.
Larry B Apr 2010
She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time

She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world

She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame

She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land

A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn

Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance

Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flew straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain

She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat
Whiskurz Dec 2012
She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time

She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world

She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame

She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land

A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn

Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance

Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flown straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain

She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat
betterdays Mar 2014
open the book
let your tears
fall on the pages
on handwritten
love

watch the saltedwater
make pools and ponds of
your heartfelt protestations

wait to see
the paper warp
and wrinkle
in cruel parody
of lifes reality

turn the page
now smeared
and blighted
knowing nothing
remains pristine

love has alighted
on a dark horse
no longer true
to the the troth
pledged when
love was true

the ******* just
walked out on you
leaving just when
forever was in sight
on the horizon
leaving you with just this

a lethal pen.. and a womens
need for.... vengance
for and about a friend whose partner
just left her
Ariel Leann Feb 2014
The secrets that I carry,
Will forever reside in my soul,
They will be buried,
For my innocence they stole,
They tear me up inside,
Until they get what they achieve,
They no longer want to hide,
They want everyone to believe"
The degration I feel about the molestation,
The derranged look in his eyes,
When he stole my innocence,
I am not one of revenge,
But I will seek my vengance,
How could it be,
An older man after a mere child,
He was my brothers father,
To make things more vile,
He enjoyed every kick and scream,
He is not behind bars,
It feels as if a nightmare, or a twisted dream,
It will forever haunt me, just like the scars
I am never believed,
They dont care what I say,
They think I try to decieve,
I never thought they would care anyway
mark deo biongan Jan 2015
darkness is what i am for
in your heart i shall live
shroud the life your having
and poison the dreams you have

you will die slowly and painfully
like a venom i shall **** you
not in pain but in vain
of what you could do when i start corrupting you

they say i am the devil but im not
i am the shadow inside of you
i am the dark side of your spirit
and the chaos waiting to burst out

no one depprive me of what i want
it is vengance that i grant
revenge is what i seek
and happiness is what i deprive

through pain i am living
through vain i become stronger
i am every mans weakness
and their weakness i feed on

i am the one most evil inside of you
i am the one who would ****
i am hatred and you know of my name
and your weakness shall be my power
I used to set this world on strife,
Seek vengance in that awful life.

yet now I've got another task,
turn down the flame, put on a mask.

I shall no more let thefeelings overtake,
calm down at once- a piece of cale.

I give my dreams, my thoughts, and all of me to art,
So soon enough, the pain should simply fall apart.
let me know how is it. Please.
SøułSurvivør Mar 2014
I've had my share
of grief and trials
Here upon this earth.
I have lately given thought
To what all these are worth.

There are folks who
Go through life
Blessed beyond compare
They never seem to be inspired
To learn the world's despair.

They have never loved and lost
Stayed dry in the rain
Never had to beg for food
Nor felt a moments pain.

But we are not within this group
We've loved and lost and more
There were many times for us
Cast upon painful shores.

But tho we lost
when love we did
At least we gave and TRIED.
We never laid the blame
Or held bitterness inside.

There's no hatred in our hearts
We've maintained a stance
Of letting people make mistakes
We've given them a chance.

If we'd wanted riches
We could have compromised
If we'd wanted vengance
We could have destroyed lives.

But we didn't do that
Thru bitterness and strife
So, my friend, hats off to US!

We've lived a

WELL SPENT LIFE!!!


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(c) March 5 2013
To my friend Bernie.
79 years old and I have never heard him say a mean word about anyone.
Luis Ramos Jan 2015
If both despair and anger
were in your soul placed,
In the heat of your battle
would you fight them...
or their lives spare?

There was a man broken inside,
asking that question to himself.
He lived according to his own desire,
a disregarder of life's precious breath.

Would you fight off deep hatred, if in your soul placed?
Would you fight off sour vengance?...Right then would you care?

This man was stubborn and real cold of heart,
unable of loving since the day she departed.
Asking in heartache if she's ever to come back,
He obtained a clear answer from one Heavenly Father.

"If you battle resentment when in your soul's placed?
Why linger?, it's simple...we both know the way:
Choose to be humble, their flaws quit to look,
I give you your heart back, the one that anger took"

He then ended a life when he heard that firm voice,
Yes...the wicked man in him, was the life that he took.
As we seek for improvement in our lives, a decision must be made, who is to leave and who is to stay?  Sometimes its preffered to let go of a part of ourselves that brings misery and sorrow. Change starts today for whoever decides to end all rage.
Jordan stenberg Jul 2013
how do i get over this feeling i want just fall into a casket and not wake up.
this wont phaase me and believe me this guy whoever it is is gonna get some sweet sweet vengance
but as far i dont need to because  he has to **** up once and i pick up the pieces and make sure you dont get another chance and i take the chance and this time the result will be diffrent you be broken and i be back up!
Ishtar Sep 2016
Somehow I just wanted to know that all the things you posted and all the messages I thought meant something different than your hate and thirst of vengance, maybe messages meant for someone else, are a proof of how manipulative person can be, that's the only memory that you left me to keep, so I chose to keep away from this, to remain away from all the **** that you are able to inflict and to know that it is caused by your wish... Oh what kind of wishes... You're evil, I disociate the memory...
brooke Aug 2017
when love comes,
i hope he waits.

(in that spacce)

that by then my door
will be open, and the
house will be clean,

that he will wander
through the living room
for the first time since I
had been broken, when
he couldn't even find his
way through the mess--

a walking phenomenon
gliding through the kitchen
and out the backdoor,
when you come, love,
and the backdoor slams
i am knee deep in dried
leaves and ****,
wielding nothing but
yard tools and not
my heart chained to
the end of a virge
nothing but the
elegant vengance
towards wasps and
gardner snakes

both briefly carrying
heiligenschein against
the grass but

you will find i am
made of sweat and
warm lemonade
a pair of knees
embedded with
pebbles and clover
leaves,

love, bring your tools,
bring your faith,
the flint only i can
knap and I,
only you can
spark.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
Maybe this time will turn out different
Running from my worst fears
All my past experiences
Problems housed between ears

I am just tired of this ****** life
Had enough of fake concern
Just cold to every watching eye
Shadow haunts everywhere I turn

I feel like darkness is chasing me
Following roads I chose to take
Burned in fire are charred footprints clear to see
Waiting for repurcussions of each mistake

How can I change the outcome?
Fear slicing right through each nerve
I yearn for happier days to come
Same love that I deserve

The hurt is supposed to decrease
Feel worse each passing week
Afraid to search for a silver lining
Rarely find and it's thin and weak

I still harbor foolish hope
Patterns not too deeply ingrained to reset
Tried erasing pain to cope
Some thoughts I can't forget

I know I need to let imperfections go
Falling headfirst into pools of sticky remorse
Love a shield to keep me dry
But there's too many puddles on my course

It seems too familiar somehow
Didn't choose a different enough route
Now old routines return with vengance
Resentment weaving it's way throughout

Scars serve as a reminder
To turn the **** around
I smile like their screaming is a dare
It's "what if?" that has me bound

A question that keeps haunting
I love to predict the best
Perhaps it's time to face the facts
This try will end like the rest
A man who has no plans for his future will always return to his past
Patterson Nov 2019
To all the ones I've loved before:
Your lives were as road signs
swimming into view for but a moment.
-I have yet
to lose a love
to distance or quarrel.
And not once
have I misplaced my heart.

God forbid that one day I wake
to find that I have begun to un-love.
Selfishness, lust, vengance,
these I have not known
Only the sweetness of your eyes
your face
your nearness.

I have yet to lose my love
to any other
but to time.

To all the ones I've loved before:
Your lives were far too short
-and while you've crashed through my door
-though you were but a small part of my life...
I am glad, for a time
I was your whole world.
starchild Nov 2017
Im off my rocker
i admit
but when they come a nocker
i will answere
whith a red smile
out of the sadness
out from the mile
ready to be crazy
so what
ive been through mazy
so i head out
ready to deal whith those sane
and then i head into the out
to the tree
and i laugh and cry
cause thats where she met me
but i laugh
i laugh cause im crazy
im a maniac
im loco
im a psychopath
but im still good
ill help those who are good to
but those hoods
those bullys
they will be those who face me
face the crazy
those who are bullys that think themselves so cool
will beg for forgiveness
because no one deserves what they put upon
what gets put upon me
but im tired of just leting them bully me and bully others
im tired of bieing normal
im always overthinking
but now its there time dont you think
and this shall be my insanety who reaks vengance
this shall be my crazy story
i might be posting alot of poems in one short period....... oh well.
Max Aug 2019
The night silence screams in my ears after I startle awake.

Another nightmare.

The crying whistle of iron, wood and fletching echoes in the night
Memories of a dead mother sinking in a sea of vibrant autumn leaves
dead eyes commanding me to run
but I don't run

The girl needs me.

Tanya, child of chains, of blood, of regret, of sin, of... hope.

She taught regret like its something I lost
Like it wasn't torn from my chest and replaced with hammers
and blades and chains and blood dripping in silence

I see in her eyes a seed, something that grows in a land that hasn't seen green in a century
And footsteps in the night herald our death, heed my words, a life of such misery and cruelty brings only misery and cruelty in return.

We tear our skin on greedy grasping and groping thorns
fleeing the howls another night again

Black hair like the stars were plucked from the sky just to give something to liken it to
Brown eyes that sound like chains rattling on stone, so I don't forget my promises.
She speaks of hope, as if it's something tangible and abundant, enough for everyone.
But like a stubborn candlelight in the winter night, fighting the wind for survival, it does warmy my heart.

Perhaps the road does not have to end.
Perhaps we have bled and fought and wept enough, and we have finally paid our dues.
Perhaps we can find it in ourselves to find forgiveness for the wicked things we have done, and if not, at least we have found forgiveness in each other.

Perhaps life without pain is possible.

...

The night no longer screams silently, but speaks the hidden language of footsteps, of drawn daggers and ill intent.
Years turned a child into the promise of a young woman.
The promise of a life lived in peace.
But as I know, the enemy of peace is the cutting midnight whistle of an arrow, and the earth itself opening up to swallow anything I hold dear.
She sinks into a sea of dead leaves and tides of blood.

It was not a ******. It was a theft.

A theft of the last good thing in the world.
The last star in the sky, snuffed out, to leave all in darkness.

A theft of a promise, made to a naive child in early summer.
Where once a promise stood, now a blade named Vengance.

A theft of lives, not one.
But regret was not something I lost. It was torn from me. The ones who gave me my hammers and blades are the ones who took my child.

And now, I go to return my hammers and my blade.

And to take back my regret.
A poem about a couple of characters I've written. The main character was as a child taken by a ruthless gang of outlaws. They killed his mother in front of him as they attempted to flee.

The gang took the boy in and trained him to be one of their own, making him their de-facto torturer, his prefered tool being hammers, hence the title.

During a raid, the main character finds a young girl hiding in a house, and he takes pity on her and takes her as his own, and by doing so incurred the wrath of the outlaws. The main character and the girl fled into the woods and lived many years as quietly as they could, the girl teaching him to be good and kind, and to seek redemption for the people he had hurt.

Eventually, the outlaws find them and as a petty act of revenge they attack them both, killing the girl. The main character takes up his sword again after many years and heads to **** the outlaws.

(For anyone curios, it wasn't mentioned in the poem; but after the main character wreaks havoc on the outlaws, he lives a life of kindness, redemption, and peace.)
Wordfreak Jul 2017
Crossed stars mean nothing
Except an extraordinary battlefield
When wronged lovers return for vengance
#Betrayed #LoveIntoHate #Vengance
Murphy Dec 2019
Tension in the prison that I sit in when Im livid.   Its a sentence or some pennance for a sin that I've commited.  When our mission turns to vengance earned forgiveness isant given. Within minutes no ones finished sayin **** they wanted written.  In an instant your indifference makes us cinics faith deminished.  With no witness poor decisions have of course now forced opinions. At my limits I've convinced them to enlist the quickest minions.  I envision life as gifted why give in to mindless business.
Brandt Hott Nov 2017
Hello there in the silence I can't seem to hear your voice
as though it somehow could untwine our grievances
and leave me with a reason to stop lieing
at least hope is not for sale

I still see you in that moment when you looked to me
and now instead you look everywhere else
as if somehow there could be vengance
for what we couldnt control

Maybe there is a reason in our struggles that makes us
the better of one or the worst of another wanderer
if still I could somehow solve this riddle
then could I see you again?

Hello again though perhaps my words are now lost in
the abyss of time that left us somewhere behind
I can still at least remember to reach for you
even if in the end my grasp returns empty

My heart still clings to the love it holds in wait
with the desire to find you in time once again
For that much I know, will never end
Even if we never could begin
Envy, vengance, guilt.
Are they natural feelings or
are they produced from our politicans, the ones
'' among us'' in order to control us?
Schools are prison for the mind.
Why should we be imprisoned when
we are ment to run wild,
run free.
Moon child listen to me;
Go, run as far as you can.
Love, appreciate as hard as you can.
Fight,belive in yourself, not in some ridiculous system.
If your opinion isn't right for them, then why should theirs be important to you?
Rebel!
And of course, show them hell!
Jan Dec 2020
He is burning my soul, night and day.
I the innocent sheep, from far away.
as a carnated child from 5th heaven.
I am alone and the demons are seven.
Hunted by the avengers for blood.
My soul is meshed up for mud.

walking into my prayers room, odd!
I called into myself,  vanishing from god.
I walks toward the light, i yells the name
Christ, advice me to **** the flame.
An angel messaged me from the sky.
Let the sheep become wise and high.

I did keep asking for lords advice
i was blamed that my heart was entice.
i did pray for mastery  and skill.
i seek justice from the lords will.
the craftsmen screamed for vengance
they are abandoned and lost their entrance.

They did build upon a delighted soul
with substance they build the prison whole.
who the hell did put me into a  cage.
was it a blossomed God of rage.
i'll put down my wool on earth.
and queen isis will give me berth.

With a higher consciouss, i breathed.
My human weakness is death.
the seven sins of the demons
sinks like the forgotten seamens
who drowned in lazyness and pride.
Doomed were the enligthed brides.

— The End —