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PostSubject: Flow of words   Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:24 pm

Ashes To Ashes:

Cigarette smoke, Lingering fumes...
reminders of what's come before...
Hollow scream that echo still...

Like ghosts that haunt the halls...
Voices whisper in my head...
telling me to run...

run to here or run to there...
it makes no difference ...
he'll be found...

bruising skin to broken bone...
the scars will never heal...
permanant marks etched in the living...

like writing on the walls...
Voices, sounds, tortured screams...
Like singing of the damned...

once what use to be living nightmares...
turned to livid daydreams...
It makes one scream for sanity that's slowly slipped away...

Cigrette smoke, Lingering fumes...
Reminders of what's come before...
six little circles burned in a row...

hide away beneath the clothes...
burning tip against the flesh...
force control through human fear...

What was fear...
what was love...
things of which...

will never know...
droplet by droplet...
realization to fear...

their screams so clear...
like music to my ears...
remember what you did...

Those beatings, those burnings...
That turned the flesh so numb...
first with pain...

but now with pleasure...
you've earned this...
every drop...

Cigerette smoking, lingering fumes...
reminders of what's come before...
hollow screams that echo still...

for the six little circles burned in a row...
the sulfurus smell that hisses with light...
its promise is cruel...

if ever so slow...
your life on my very fingertips...
beg me, beg me to stop...

I did...
I begged you to stop...
you never did...

you pounded and burned...
etching marks in my flesh...
gasoline to flame...
flame to cool fury...
watched on with emotionless eyes...
remember what you did...

the things you never stopped...
all those painful pleas...
that fell on deafened ears...

cigerette smoke, lingering fumes...
reminders of what's come before...
from six little circles burn in a row...

burned down to ashes, cinders. and dust...
tried to hide...
but marked for life...

a cruelty that never stopped...
now you sing with the devil...
thanks to the monster I have become...

In the morning sirens will come...
Your charred corpse...
turned to nothing but ash...

Then the game will begin...
the one you taught me best...
one of wit, one of speed...

One I've been playing for so long...
I'm sure you know the game...
are you willing to play...

A game with an ultimatum...
to which life withers away...
A game of catch me if you can...

Age: 24

Lament to the fallen: (written as a memorial poem for a friend)

Tears that fall that sorrows brought
Memories of the past best not forgot
White virgin rose laid on the grave
For those we sing god's love lament
Sing this song so pure in form
And know god's love shine towards you
For angel's wait at glories gate
Loving those true to faith
Lament, Lament
We all sing
For father, mother, child dear
Roses, tears, lives cut short
True by natures fate
Storms that brew, where fires burn
See the killers as creators
Rivers flow, wash away tears
Memories so many like rain that drops
Lament, Lament
Best of times not forgot
Lament, Lament
We all sing god's love lament
For father, mother, child dear.

Voices:

sounds, ticks.
crawling of the skin.
beaded sweat to freezing chills.
Their there inside my head.

They never left.
though you promised that they would.
In my dreams.
to the waking world.

murmurs, whispers.
lies told in my head.
you promised they would leave.
yet they persist.

Like trauma of the past.
Bleed the brain and bruise the body.
drugs induced serenity.
just anything, anything to make them quiet.

Sounds, whispers.
voices in my head.
why can't you ever fall to silence?
drugs induced serenity.

Take it all away.
to break so easily like fragments of a mirror.
Uplifted horrors into reality.
Whispered voices, speech of the devil.

Voices, whispers.
Murmurs all the same.
Their there inside my head.
In my dreams, the waking world.

You just can't make them stop.
All I ask is silence.
Silence is serenity.
To those unsound in mind.

Rough taunt cloth.
Bind the hands to the chest.
The light reflect on white washed walls.
With no one here but them.

The voices, the voices.
Just please oh please.
Just make them stop.

Life in Snow:

As I sit here in this snow..
Things I want to say..
I can only hope you know..
Before life went dark and grey..
The warmth has fled before the coming storm..

Leaving me alone with my hate..
I miss you and your loving arms..
That kept me warm..
But now I go to meet my fate..

It has been a while since we spoke..
It was my silence that killed..
My silence that broke..

Now that my heart is sated..
With pain and sorrow and strife..
I pray that I can meet..
The one who will end my life..

-Mriswith Angel (credit to author)

Crime of Passion

Day in, day out, its all the same…
Same routine, same life…
Same wife in the bed beside me…
She cooks me breakfast she makes me lunch…

But what’s not right are those eyes…
They used to shine so bright…
Now something missing…
Like the passions long since died out…

We had a son who grew so strong…
She showed him love…
And I the fun…
Together we overcome the nights…

But yet those eyes remain…
The dullness never left…
Where did I go wrong??
Did I refuse her passion??

Day in, day out…
The routine now since changed…
We have a son…
But something wrong…

He’s changed from sweet and kind…
Replaced by hard and cruel…
Like innocence was torn from him…
Kids from school, violence on TV…

What could it be, what could it mean??
He pushes me away…
Refuses to let me in…
I want to help but he won’t talk…

With the fights I can’t deny…
It’s not the same now, you and I…
When I wake I’ve come to see…
The woman I married is not the woman I met…

She’s become distant…
Both bitter and hating…
So now its true…
I have no choice…

The truth must come to light…
He may refuse…
But soon he’ll talk…
It may take hours but I’m a patient man…

With a hammer to a knob…
He’s trapped inside…
With no one here but me…
The wife’s away on a business trip…

So hours I sit…
Listening to his screams…
But when they turn to tears I worry…
What has he to hide??

I ask him what…
And he finally tells me why…
The things she did with such animosity…
Such horrid unconceivable things I can’t describe…

How could these things go on behind my back??
How could I not see??
I always found myself a patient man…
But this is way to far…

She could have done those things to me…
Yet went behind my back…
She did it to my son…
And that’s just way to far…

Leaving him to tears…
These thoughts are all to me…
Things like this deserve retribution…
To steal a child’s innocence…

Doors slam, inside and out…
The hammer still within my grasp…
I will not stand for what she’s done…
Down the stairs, down the hall…

There she stands by the door…
A tighten grip on a hammer…
One that speaks for justice…
But fueled by pure and simple fury…

And fury’s like a monster…
Consuming all it sees…
Makes one blind to other things…
Like one boy down a drive…

With screamed curses, a woman’s plea…
The glint of steel raised in fury’s glee…
You stole his innocence I scream…
But the beat of steel on flesh conceives…

Much more then just self justice…
A boy by a drive give a scream and a shout…
But deaf to the words I have become…
As a father to a son…

A promise for the unjust…
Just like then and just like now…
I will protect the child conceived…
Even from the mother seed…

I scream in pain but fury’s set…
Even they will not help…
The cuffs are tight the steel is pinching…
You will be judged in time you see…

For if you live…
So will I…
Until the end of time…
The fury will be set…

To hunt this dismal fiend…
In this human shell…
How could I not see??
This predatory monster…

Age:21

Many

So many things left unsaid…
So many tears left unshed…
So many feelings to be unwound…
Like a hurricane gale left to whirl around…

So many children…
So many faces…
So many cut roses…
Left to wither in seasons winter…

So many names..
Times best forgot…
So many memories…
So many laughs…

The best of times not forgot…
Cherished by nine…
So many burned by frustration…
So many blinded by fear…

Did anger finally set in???
Tare apart, Tare away, everything once cared…
So many shells, no more lies…
So many innocent live withered away…

Only one remains…
Stained red like emotion…
So many times to wish…
So many jagged stones could be reversed…

Burned against an august sky…
Rows pinned against brother and sister…
So many times this gun unloaded…
So many times to wish undone…

Bring back the eight…
This hand has slain…
So many times desired of you…
So many times refused by a curse…

To take a bullet, just for you, and feed the debt in blood…
I’d give the angels back their wings…
And Regret The Loss Of Everything…

ONE LAST TIME

Beginnings are simple but not like the endings. People always think their getting the best. Best of life best of friends never knowing the darkest side. Life is never ending but for the exception of one.

Always asking, is this the one last time? To take a breathe to see a smile to give a rose to one small child. Always seeing but one conclusion. The engraved name chiseled in a rock.

No one knows the one last time when they too will take that breathe. Take the plunge with nothing left to feel. To stare at the sky and see nothing. To find their place with an engraved name.

Next to a friend a family or a stranger entirely. One can never know the patterns of life or the rich tapestry of death. Where scenes are spun with the richest of colors. This one standing here always dreams of that, one last time.

So as to fall into a pit of nothingness. With nothing left to feel and nothing left to see. But left in this world with a pointless life. Where its nothing but hate and give and take.

One pointless life after another. Meaning nothing to any other. Walk away walk away seeing nothing but emptiness. In the eyes in the hearts of the world around.

Take a life give a life it all means nothing. In a world of selfishness and petty. So easy it could be. To end it all.

To watch it crumble to dust and be kicked up by the wind. One life after another hoping for the one last time. When will it be my turn to leave and left to be unseen? Or maybe it is as easy as it seems.

Life is full of hate. No one cares for the other. Always hurting with a smile. But oh how easy it could be.

They say its wrong they say its evil they say it should never be. But who are they to judge? Those of who themselves commit to such travesties. Take a rope and tie a knot.

Its just that simple, don’t you see? And with a simple placement it could be. People here and people there stare only through their empty stares. Some say no some say don’t but even so I say go.

Tie it here or tie it there. Better hurry there’s black and blue. If only they could see. Oh yes, that this, this is my one last time to be.

Age: 20

Broken hearts and opening wings
Based on the Virginia tech. shooting

So long spent in darkness, wanting the light…
Feeling lost in the sight of another…
Screaming deafly to tell so many others…
Never heard, never seen even at the screaming so loudly…

But ignored, push away left alone to be…
Even as the stalking begins and the lighting of a fire in the night…
Even at the regret of a darkening heart…
Can no longer be seemed by the light…

The clip is loaded and barrel is burning…
At the sound of a ricketing shot…
Now the screams begin, coming so loudly…
Pleading for mercy and life…

You push me away, you left me alone when I wanted so much more…
I wanted to be, I wanted to see, I wanted for so much more…
But left to be forever unseen…
So much screaming, so much crying, so much blood to be seen…

The barrel is hot but the clip still full…
So many more could be taken by me…
But pain now seeps from an opening wound…
Flooding the mind of a hardening heart…

How can one such as I commit such a thing…
With the barrel still burning but at no other but me…
The trigger is pull with a deafening roar…
With the numbing of death flooding over me…

The only thought to come to me…
Why, why, how could I…
But now it seems nothing more then a dream…
But not forgotten by many…

It seemed to soon…
For many and me…
To soon, to soon it seemed to soon…
To go back…

Back to the heavens, the stars, and the moon…
Back to the world that they never knew…
The memory still lingers like a dark heavy cloud…
Over many and now to come…

Committed by one and only one…
One ignored for so long…
And with a barrel of a gun…
Sent so many away…

Leaving loved ones behind with broken hearts…
As they left with opening wings!!!

Age: 19

Soulless:

Trapped behind a wall of flesh
Screaming to be out
Wanting to know and wanting to be known
This anger and frustration
It always comes back

I’m not who you think
I’m not what I seem
I’m trapped but there’s no way out
Always screaming in your head, wanting to be out

Just release me, let me out
I want to know what you know
I want to feel what you feel
I’m more than your conscious, I’m more than your thoughts
I’m a different person entirely, release me, you’ll see

The things I’m compatible of are beyond your wildest dreams
The things you’ve wished for, I can be
Tare away this wall of flesh, I promise to behave
Just once for me, let me be free
I can make them see me

I can make them believe
That when we’re a team
They may not be
They will lose, they will fall
They will be locked up and never be seen

They will be forgotten and left alone by me
The wall is gone, their fear is seen
By a river of blood
Flowing freely by me
I know I said I‘d behave

But you should have known not to trust me
I’m a different person entirely
More than your thoughts, more than your conscious, more than your dreams
I’m a part of you yes, that you may see

But I’m not what I seem like I‘ve told you be fore
I’m more than any normal person can be
I’m like your shadow
Seen only once then gone
Setting with the sun and rising with the moon

I’ve always been different
You know
For you made me and released my hellish wrath
I am your shadow by your side the one that will never leave

I thank you now, for letting me out
I thank you for letting me play
To feel just one more touch of the wind on my face
Would mean more to me then their screams
Please even your inner demon, that’s me, needs to be free
Every once and a while, if you know what I mean…

The Dark Side of Crystal Meth

I destroy homes, I tear families apart. I take your children and that’s just the start. I’m more valued then diamonds more precious then gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. If you need me I’m easily found. I live all around in school and in town.
I live with the rich, and I live with the poor. I live down the street, and maybe next door. I’m made in a lab but not one you would think.
I can even be made under your kitchen sink. In your child’s closet and even in the woods. If this scares you to death then it certainly should.
I have many names, but there’s one you’ll know best. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My name is “Crystal Meth.”
My power is awesome, try me you’ll see. But if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go.
But try me twice then I am your soul. When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie. You’ll do what it takes, just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasures you’ll feel in your arms. You’ll lie to your mother, you’ll steal from your dad. When you see the tears, you’ll feel sad.
Just forget your morals and how you were raised. I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways. I take kids from their parents, I’ll take parents from their kids.
I take people from god, and separate their friends. I take everything from you, your looks and your pride. I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything, your family, your home, your friends. I’ll take and I’ll take until you have no more to give. And when I’m finished, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me, be warned this is not a game. If I’m given the chance I’ll drive you insane. I’ll ravage your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine. The nightmares I give you while you’re lying in bed, my voice you will hear from inside your head. The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know these gifts are from me. By then it’s too late you’ll know in your heart that you are now mine and we shall not part. You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not “I” to you. You knew this would happen, many times you were told. But you challenged my powers, you chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and then walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say? My power is awesome, as I told you before, I can take your mother and make her a whore. I’ll be your master, you’ll be my slave.
I’ll even help you to your grave. Now that you met me what will you do? Will you try me or not?
It’s up to you!! I can show you more misery then words can tell, come hold me hand so I can lead you to HELL!!!
(Credit to author: whom ever that may be)
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