| Stay in shadow, a poem about how a soul can be eaten by the evil of our actions. |
| Stay in shadow, a poem about how a soul can be eaten by the evil of our actions. |
Emotion BledOne scar in many a blood bond to sorrow A blade the pen our blood the inkEmotion Bled
our skin the paper cut the wrist Drain the blood of a poet to fill the inkwell
Emotion bled like the rivers when feelings where overcome and all went numb No poems came to me
just the thought of existing
lies given truth play the song and to & fro string the words along
I rant and speak
in my thoughts a demons' keep
I can't stand being this weak so I contemplate a forever sleep
Dreams of Blood Stained Mind 2they draged him outDreams of Blood Stained Mind 2
a rag over his face a single shot his life it did erase
......what a cock block......
they pulled him out and threw in never to be seen again a closed coffin shut us out friends and family drunk started to shout then cops pushed them about with a fist his brother swung and he missed the so called cops grabed their guns then people started to run they fled not away
but to a place safe to stay they grabed guns and took up arms hit up stores and pulled fire alarms the cops ran to and fro but found
Dreams of Blood Stained Mind 1Bleeding eyes shredded heartDreams of Blood Stained Mind 1
a crimson smile
comes across his face
My life his gun erased
falling down
to the ground
I hear a strange Blurring sound Use the last of my strength
To look for your fingers Painted solid pink I open my right eye And only see that one guy But I saw you Sitting
Yelling with a shriek
Things go black Always thought I'd die from a heart attack
But it's too late I have now met my fate I only wanted to hold you tight And keep you warm in the night Sweat runs down my face Bloo
In the Blood of the Lamb(Metal, fast paced a few tempo changes,3 sec interval every space for rock)In the Blood of the Lamb
Kill the shepherd and the sheep will scatter!
I wash upon unholy land Damnation is my only weapon So if I take you by the hand Then you won't see the gates of Heaven!
Burn down all before me Kill the wolf to save the sheep Who pray the lord their soul to keep The road to heaven is fucking Steep!
I raise cane and bring forth hell In my trills I will not fail For the lord I shall prevail In this damned world I will rebel!
(5 secs then Tempo change)
VoicesTell us how you feel, Jim.Voices
-I feel nihilistic. I feel used. I feel sadistic. I feel like a piece of rotten meat the dog chewed up and spat out.
Why?
Yes, Jim. Why?
Tell us why.
-I don't know why.
Oh, come now. Everyone knows why. It's ok to open up to us. We're your friends.
-You know why. You--
Jim, don't jump to conclusions. Conclusions are bad.
Yeah, assumptions, you know what they say about those.
Make an ass of you. Jim, please. Does it have something to do with the gun in your hand?
-That's like
| ok I was high in this pic, and I have no idea of what that thing is. other then that it's an ok pic. About me: Well I don't know what to say.... I smoke weed and that helps with some poems. (like pack a bowl) I'm a gamer, I just do normal crap. leave some comments or message me if you want to talk. |
A long time in the coming
Artistic
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So, I pull my coat back and real slow (no reason to start it up yet) I rest my hand by the Smith. Then I give them that cold smile and in the low, soft killing voice I say, "Gentlemen, I'm your worst nightmare. A gunfighter with a rendering station"
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"Nothing is more singular about this generation than its addiction to music."
I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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"Act
on your impulse,
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to your chest."
---impulse, ellen hopkins
"Cry yourself a story, love. believe me, it works."
---Lucas, kevin brooks
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"Act
on your impulse,
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to your chest."
---impulse, ellen hopkins
"Cry yourself a story, love. believe me, it works."
---Lucas, kevin brooks
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Soledad amante fiel, te debo mis penas e ironias.
Vacio, unica verdad, pelea mi entraña y mi valía.
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Flames to dust...lovers to friends....
Why do all good things come to an end?
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No need for anything but music...
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