WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unclear
And so I’ve shed so many tears, all which came from fear
Though it could be hard to move along, no one ever said you cannot
So please, don’t give up, I believe in you, even if you do not
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
I am weakI am weak becauseMore Like This
I can't swim,
I can't fly.
I can't speak.
Because I am afraid of the
I am weak because
I let my emotions in my way,
I don't stand up,
I just die.
I am weak because,
when I was called a
dumb birthday slut,
I just cried.
Because when I was bullied,
I just kept silent.
When I was thought of
having a disease,
suicide was my only thought.
But at the end I realised
that I am not weak,
I am strong.
I was strong enough to
not commit suicide,
to blossom from my cuts,
to speak for my own.
Because I was strong enough
to realise that no matter
I will always be weak.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMore Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downMore Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogMore Like This
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
The Path To InsanityEyes of green flame and smile of barbed wireMore Like This
Insanity is a muse of toxic smoke and fire
Clawed fingers snap striking fear to the bone
Always choosing those who are utterly alone
A question is asked with a blood-curdling scream
Do you dream to forget or forget in order to dream?
Answer quite carefully even though neither is wrong
Insanity does not care where you think you belong
The sum of your character, your flaws and your fear
To insanity all are immediately clear
A forked path is before you and it is your choice
Either deny this demon or into submission give voice
This savage darkness will happily eat you alive
So choose very wisely if you wish to survive.
Second star to the rightThere are days where sheMore Like This
forgets how to fly;
wings all tangled up in
"There is nothing wrong with me,"
"Nothing at all.
I just can't seem to
The clock strikes
she's nothing but
and withering pixie dust.
I Want To Live In A World Without GodI want to live in a world without GodMore Like This
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressMore Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesMore Like This
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Tainted by lust
Man the mast
And sail the sea
Before you pay a hearty fee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Oh you must!
Play the mouse
And flee flee flee
Before the monster catches thee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Just give in
You've already been beat
Into the river
With your hopes and dreams
Out with hatred and misery
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust
I cant forget,
As I succumb to rust
Ode for SheogorathOde for SheogorathMore Like This
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But youve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and lettuce fig
The cats out of the bag, that dull hag
Laugh at boring old Jyggalag.
ItPorous wastes of rotting flesh, its stench and puss bubble within the mesh.More Like This
Gaseous acid oozes down, peeling tissue and obliterating sound.
Slugs and maggots feast and crawl, their sticky bodies cling to it all.
Diseases and growths replace its eyes, the thing only lounges here, nevermore it flies.
This vulgar blob of continuous waste, has at last become a bucket of paste.
Groaning and bleeding for a soul to eat, remove it quickly, dispose of the meat.
Empty it into the Lake of Storm, witness it shrivel and painfully deform.
It's flesh shall crease and bleed to dust, once you leave it, forget its lust.
The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.More Like This
Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.
Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.
Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."
And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.
The DollOn a calm June day, with the morning in sight, a soul was born to cast out the light.More Like This
This soul was a doll, one born of a gift, with fair skin and eyes that would secretly drift.
Such silken hair draped upon her head, its texture would guide the path of the dead.
Soulless beings at her every command, the doll sent them forth to claim the human's land.
So many she stained, so many she slaughtered, alas they're now plants that must always be watered.
PinnacleCyclonic trails reminisce.More Like This
Harmonic waves revive.
Mirrored paints regurgitate.
Omnipresent beings reprise.
A strong and broken man.A strong man is defined by his vows,More Like This
and he had bled for his.
Years could not age what he had swore,
and she wished he had sworn for her.
A captain of honor and virtue
damaged by his hope.
She struggled with his obsession
and grew jealous of it.
Was she not worthy of his regard?
Not a symbol for adulation?
Could she not tempt a loving word,
or even break the skin?
The stronger the man the worse the break,
and what was he if not broken?
Hope had scarred but did not mend
the loss he bore on his back.
She felt his eyes recede
and knew he thought of her.
A woman that had won his strength
and lost it to his ambition.
A man who loved so purely
it reflected in his crimes.
He felt the loss so deeply
it imbedded in his skin.
She never knew herself
to crave a hopeful man.
But she loved him for his vow,
and wanted him to break it.
You Know What You Are!The storyteller is lost in usMore Like This
Don't ask me where he went
I see his traces in the words you write
But his power is truly spent
And all I see now is meaningless
Words made simply for the thrill
Belted out by a literary killer
Monster, looking for a fill
DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
MirroredSkies loom with grey tears.More Like This
Stellar sorrows fill my palms.
Either glance reflects.
.a lieMore Like This
the body in
.you were life's newMore Like This
work of art;
small easel bones
and a blank
canvas of skin
but he ruined
you over time,
added the brush
of a scar
Still BeautifulA woman with a penisMore Like This
Is still a woman
And she is still beautiful.
A man with a vagina
Is still a man
And he is still beautiful.
Two men or women in love
Are still in love
And that love is still beautiful.
A person who is agender
Is still a person
And that person is still beautiful.
A human who is 'different'
Is still a human
And that human is still beautiful.
.i will bury myselfMore Like This
outside in the garden;
like the spare key
or the dead dog,
i'm never there when
you need me
......there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...More Like This
...where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
...because there is no map to the place where we go...
...because all of your kisses are stolen…
...Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
... Suddenly I found something that was worth to immerse myself. A dream worthy to be pursued...
... The girl I wanted had come back to me, breaking the world into two…
... It's all in the air...
... While two confused souls can express their love for the warmth of a kiss...
... There universes, there are rivers in your eyes, my heart is in your eyes ...
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.More Like This
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
The Sun and the Rain (poem)More Like This
The sun was a pretty girl;
Dressed in ribbons and bows.
Each day she brightened up the earth
With her crimson orange glow.
The rain was cold and bitter;
Friends with the sleet and snow.
His heart hung heavy with misery,
His songs were full of woe.
One day they collided.
The sun said “Don’t you know?
The grey and cloudy tears will soon disappear;
I think you’re great just so.”
So up in the sky together
They let their love flow.
It leapt from their hearts, across the world
And became a rainbow.
Fake How are you?More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Attention WhoreSo here I amMore Like This
Trying to write a poem.
To find a purpose to it.
A profound message to speak upon.
In essence, I want to play Aristocrat
In this silly drama I call Deviant Art.
I’m trying too hard, I realize,
To make it work out.
I’m trying too hard, to pop off.
At some point,
It becomes less about the Art
But rather the attention you get from it.
There’s a game, I use to play when I was younger.
I would gather in a circle with my kindergarten class
And we’d all scream, “Look at me! Look at me!”
Don't be scared, darling.We're going to try something newMore Like This
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Why does that scare you?
You Don't Know Your Daughter At AllJust because she is no longer in a cradleMore Like This
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grows, the leaves of her childhood are falling
And as of yet have not been replaced
Dismal days are making her deciduate
No wonder she’s feeling insecure
Her branches of self belief have become so bare
With her leaves left scattered on the floor
She patiently waits to once again see the light
Not knowing that this darkness will lift
It is your job to
DuskCrowning glory aflame,More Like This
a golden Queen
revel in the coming
Poetry,you’re aMore Like This
that moans when I go.
You’re either a
are you cheaper
than the women
in the empty spaces
of my life-
or the secrets
between my thighs?
I am Fifty Shades
Why should I feed you?
Do you know
what to do
with my body
when you are merely
ink stained fingers
soaked in passing
& the fevers
within burning stars?
I didn’t think so.
destiny not includedat the core we are all exactlyMore Like This
who we're meant to be.
as for the rest, it changes
incrementally while effective
forces slap, shine, and scrape
our rough surfaces into
their most depressed shapes
but it's up to us what we'll do
with the bare-boned instructions
each package includes
Musings of the Losti.More Like This
Pearly wisps and smoky vapor
Tea leaves, chipped like shredded paper
(Vanilla dreams burn 'pon the taper
joined up in a scarlet caper)
Those mountain peaks there
A billion running steps
Away, seem all the
Same to me: a monotone
Sound wave draping dappled sky.
Here it rains
a chilly rain
(a perpetual nuclear winter-storm
of vapor tears and thunder songs)
Here echo dreams of utter death
the silent spectral symphonies
ingrained ink and starry breath
all blind and specious euphonies
Here is where it rains.
At the source of the river
Was a single forgotten seed
Greedy for protection and water
(It sought life
Not knowing better)
So the gentle spring rain burrowed it into the chunky soil, and
Soon later it stretched its newfound, fragile limbs
Greedy for clear skies and sunlight
(It sought sympathy
Not knowing better)
So the clouds obliged and dispersed
One Autumn EveningI saw Jesus and Buddha yesterdayMore Like This
They were sitting down to a bite to eat
In the middle of town
Watching the yellow leaves fall
With a strange sort of resistance
That made it seem like they’d really prefer to stay in the trees
As opposed to being trampled on
By the small and fashionable dogs
That fill this town like rats
Now I remember
They were at the Wooden Nickle
And just enjoying the autumn sun
They talked about the season premiere
The ball game
It never occurred to me
But apparently they do
And enjoy it very much
Jesus set down his pint
As two amber tears fell from the rim
And splashed on the scarred
And well worn wood
Buddha patted the table softly
And told his pal that once
This was a man lost in war
Whose only dream was to come back to the little tavern
He loved so very much
Jesus just blinked and looked down
“No kiddin’?” He breathed
Smiling a bit
The sun began to set
In a World of GrayIn a world of grayMore Like This
Shadows aren't as dark and the
Weeds could be flowers
Dashed on the RocksShe never meant for this to happenMore Like This
You could see it in her face
As she gazed over the cliff
To the sea below
Where wood scraped against the shore
She had only wanted to sing
There were tears in her cornflower eyes
She hadn't seen the ship
When the song began
And it wasn't until she heard its hull
Shatter upon the rocks
Did she notice
All those sailors
All those husbands and fathers cast away
The siren wept
The Angels Hated Ben"Beer is proof that God loves usMore Like This
And wants us to be happy"
I'm not sure that this is true
But if it is
I suppose I have seen my first Guardian Angel
It was raining
That reminded me of cold soup
others fled to shops and restaurants
But not him
He pushed through the puddles
Ran through the rain
And gripping a dolly
That held a box of precious German brew
I could see the determination in his eyes
As he tore through the street
This was his task!
I'm glad that God loves us
And wants us to be happy
Because he sure doesn't care about his staff
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