My words for you?
Escape.
Soother.
Coolant for my gaskets.
A melody that calms the beast,
Preying on my mind within.
Easy release for all that pressure.
And words from others:
Foul
Unclean,
Certainly destructive,
Killing the last of your goodness.
But what do they know?
They cant feel it,
They dont feel just what it is you do to me.
No one can know what you are to me.
Thats personal.
Back off.
And what are you?
A wand,
Calling back my sanity from,
Overkill on my brain.
Mellowing out the static eruptions,
From too much pressure...
Over spilling in my mind.
Reaching into the tattered depths,
Telling e
Today as I walked down the street,
an old schoolmate I chanced to meet,
a question from is lips was curled,
he asked me how I'd change the world.
He told me about the changes HE made,
with the band he had called "Time for Upgrade".
Their rhymes with no point,
screaming "Pass the damn joint!"
tappin' asses, pointing guns,
gettin' crunk and being bums.
After he made his speech,
which turned into a list,
I gave him my answer
and my answer was this:
Boy, Billboard doesn't matter
with its' chart of top hits,
nor do the movies
drenched in glamour and glitz;
my writings don't need
to achieve cult status,
my artwork never has to
A tale of Love, Deceit...and Frozen Dinners (in three parts)
Uriels Story:
The Underground, a little hole-in-the-wall joint on the corner of Brimstone and Infinity, has always been a storehouse for has-beens and never-weres. This night was no different; regulars clustered at the bar with drinks that the tender always had waiting for them when they came in, because their attendance was like clockwork. Sometimes, never-befores and never-agains littered the tables and booths that the Underground could call its own. A busted Juke-Box, that no one was sure had ever been whole, sat in the corner and only played one song: Highway to He
In the city, in the cold,
in the rusty times of old,
in the world that makes no sense,
and in this time of present tense,
in these words I breathe, Amen.
In all the pain I always pent,
and times I couldn't pay the rent,
for all the nights I've spent insane,
lost to the world from the drugs in my vein,
and all the screams I cried, Amen.
And for all the nurmerous failed tries
and all the pretty, promise cloaked lies,
and all, like me, whose heads are bent,
and all the pain we cannot vent,
all the shattered souls, Amen.
For all the things we try to hide,
and the things we won't, to ourselves, confide,
for all the tragaic, horror
I lie here, shattered,
pieces strewn...
my pain now throbbing,
to the tune
of your heart,
from the hurt you caused
when you decided to take me,
innocence lost.
Your broken promises,
cut deeper still,
from your firey hate,
comes a painful chill.
My crimson tears fall,
twisted wings cannot fly,
such pain from my love,
please, just tell me...Why?
Behind the books you left me,
to looked over the shining sea.
Locked away from the world oh so free,
I'd sing for the birds, fish, and trees.
Staring at me from plated waters,
you kidnapped me from blissful laughter.
You openly watched my my struggle, vain
while upon your demon train.
Now dashing through these nightmares,
the demons screech with blankened stares,
around your world of screaming shadows,
their miserable sounds like demon crows.
Blood boiling up my throat from before,
that hollow note peirces my core.
Screams choked by an injured soul,
and fear now takes it's bloodied toll.
Trapped here now without escape,
death
Waking in a foreign room,
blinking in the faded light,
my blurry eyes clear from sleep,
and I realize the sight,
before me as I feel the cold
metal round my wrists,
I pull and strugle against the chains,
but their hold on me resists.
You come to me, a savior,
and I look to you in stress,
but a look of hatred stares back at me,
so cold, I cannot express.
I fold my wings around me,
in fear of your hate, so plain,
anguished screams escape my throat,
as you deliver blows of pain.
I beg and plead,
"Please stop, please stop..."
my crimson tears,
so stinging hot.
You come down to me,
love back in your gaze,
and warmth from your
The Beast, enangered, with razor claws,
made of hate and rage,
the sharpest teeth, and unknown maker,
plague me, the titled "cage".
The Beast attacks and tears at me,
my life hangs merely by a strand,
when it's shroud, a cloak of hate and anger,
slips away where it stands.
Underneath I see it all,
the nature of this Beast,
fear and worry, screaming pain,
an only want, for peace.
The Beast is changed, no longer anger,
nor rage or even hate,
but sorrow, pain and worry now,
too much for me to state.
The Beast escapes, it leaves it's cage,
throughout me it's now present
I feel it's sorrow and it's pain,
now from this event.
It
VERSE 1
Rescue me from this state of mind
I want to take this life and leave it behind
Rescue me from this evil place
I dont want to look at another devilish face
Rescue me from this wickedness
But dont end your sentence with the words god bless
Rescue me from this villainy
Before they tear me apart with sadistic glee
CHORUS
Save me before I start to melt away
Hide me or else the demons will find me anyways
Rid me of this world of hatred
Rescue me from this hellish matrix
VERSE 2
Ive paid my dues and done my time
Ive written every verse and written every rhyme
Such disrespect doesnt c
In the city, in the cold,
in the rusty times of old,
in the world that makes no sense,
and in this time of present tense,
in these words I breathe, Amen.
In all the pain I always pent,
and times I couldn't pay the rent,
for all the nights I've spent insane,
lost to the world from the drugs in my vein,
and all the screams I cried, Amen.
And for all the nurmerous failed tries
and all the pretty, promise cloaked lies,
and all, like me, whose heads are bent,
and all the pain we cannot vent,
all the shattered souls, Amen.
For all the things we try to hide,
and the things we won't, to ourselves, confide,
for all the tragaic, horror
Current Residence: Somewhere in the pits of nothing. Favourite genre of music: ElectroFunkTrippyPop Favourite photographer: Lisa-Marie Mazzucco Favourite style of art: Many Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Sony Shell of choice: Nautilus Wallpaper of choice: No wallpaper Skin of choice: wtf Favourite cartoon character: I can't really pick Personal Quote: There's always a back door.
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I Fear…
[ ] the dark
[ ] staying single forever
[x] being a parent
[ ] giving birth
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[ ] heights
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[ ] spiders
[ ] flowers or other plants
Total so far: 1
[ ] being touched
[ ] fire
[ ] deep water
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk
[ ] the ocean
[x] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[ ] rats
[ ] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
Total so far: 2
[ ] rain
[ ] wind
[ ] crossing hanging bridges
[ ] death
[ ] heaven
[ ] being robbed
[ ] fa
So I know that I've been creepily MIA on here for a while now...and I just wanted to let you all know that I'm ok and that I'm back and that I should be submitting stuff soon once again!