Now That You're Here
I finally woke up, after being knocked out for awhile. Rising to my feet I looked around. I was in an odd looking place, mist covered the ground, stone walls and ceiling and I think a stone floor. Sighing, I walked forward slowly, still looking around, getting used to my surroundings. You could hear odd noises from a far off distance like screams and yelps, groans, and moans. The faint smell of burning wood filled the whole place up, I still have no clue where I am. At the end of the hallway was a huge opening, pentagrams we're carved into the doorway all around the frame. I stepped in and got a cold chill running up my spine, the whole room was in mist of thick I could'nt see two feet infront of me. "Hello?!?", I said loudly, hoping someone could hear me and come to my aid. For what awaited ahead of me, I had no clue of.
"Welcome young one", a deep voice blasted out. I looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. The mist slowly started to clear, showing what looked
Turning Into My DemonTurning Into My Demon11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Turning into my demon slowly.
That demon who follows me as I walk.
That demon who listens to me as I talk.
That demon who calls me names.
That demon who plays these games.
That demon who laughs in my face.
That demon who thinks I'm a disgrace.
That demon who taunts me all the time.
That demon who made fun of me when I was born.
That demon who laughs at me when I'm torn.
That demon who is in my dreams.
That demon who is in my house sitting on the beams.
Now as I sit here and think.
My demon and I have a link.
My demon and I know exactly what eachother think.
But we are both the very same.
Because we both have the same name..
ForgottenForgotten12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Do you know what it's like to be forgotten? No one even gives a damn about you at all? Like those old vets that still wear their hat and coat saying they we're in world war 2? I've seen it, faded glory. Being the black sheep of your family, so they don't even pay attetion to you as they nuzzle and hold their other children, thinking in their head they're so happy that they did'nt turn out like you. Another way of being forgotten is in school, when no one wants to talk to you or even remember you are there , not even you're teachers. It's hard to get them to notice you, but it takes something really big to happen in order for them to even pass a look at you. I know the feeling and it has'nt stopped yet. No one listens to me, no one even remembers i'm there, it's like i'm all alone. Being forgotten sucks.. it's kind of sad when something really bad happens to you or even death for people you realize you're there...
A Holy RevolutionA Holy Revolution12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As it spreads it loses meaning,
The words changed to literal.
Interpretations run by rampant,
Forced to belief, to believe in it all.
Figurative words transfixed by the literal,
A Heretic by nature,
A faith outside of Church.
Justified by life,
As his faith sets him free.
On his knees he prays,
His words reach the lord.
On his shoulder comes a touch
In the physical there is nothing.
The Bible in his hands,
Expressed through His words.
Argued by the Church,
In time, his strength still remains
A Bond, unbreakable,
A Faith found infinite.
Community through the Church
A Relationship through Faith.
Brought upon by a Holy Revolution
Justified by Life,
Heretic by Nature.
The Soul EaterThe Soul Eater12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think the Grim Reaper was the keeper of souls? The one who came, dressed in crow black.Had a Scicle that had a crack? He takes the evil, but spares the good? Why the grim Reaper is only a myth for the real master mind here is the Soul Eater, Who comes for you're Soul, in day or night, not sparing the good, The Soul Eater is there for you, Waiting for you to drop. The Soul eater is ready for your soul, to add you to his crop.
Inner DemonsI wish to feel peaceful and stillInner Demons8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I once used to be.
I remember the night they took me.
I fought them once I realised;
Fought off the entirety of emotion.
But before I did...
I would lie in the dark
Complete, and awaiting as never before
To feel you within me.
Those days I used to long for
Came crashing down in front
To cover my daring eyes in dust.
For you stole me
And my self-worth
In one single moment.
The happiness I once knew
Left me in the tears
Falling down my face.
Ended my joy, love, happiness
Are my inner demons.
The memories haunt me
Day by day,
Year by year.
The same demons you brought
Into my life, body, soul, spirit..
They have stolen me.
And now I drift,
Hollow as never before
A moment of weaknessI sit here,A moment of weakness12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exhausted from crying.
I must go on,
I must not quit.
I write these words,
why did I hurt so many?
why did I take my pain out on them?
I am of no use,
no use to anyone.
If I could make it go away,
If I could turn back time,
So many people put faith in me,
but I let them down.
So many peopletried to give me hope,
but all I did was give them pain.
So I sit here,
The gleam of steel flashes,
in the dim light of my room.
As I trace the lines of my wrist,
gently at first, to feel the chill of the steel.
Then applying more pressure,
I feel the exquisite sting of opening flesh.
I stop for a second,
as the blood runs down my lacerated arms.
I enjoy the exquisite sting,
the warm trickle of blood.
"Deeper" I say,
and cut again.
I feel the flow quicken,
my pulse races with pleasure,
I feel the promise of life,
I feel the depths of its truth.
One more cut,
and it may be undone.
One more cut,
and I would be fr