I Don't BowI sold my soul to the devil,[to ease the hurt I hide]I hid within the shadows,without a care inside.Now they never seemy fake smile,and they think that I'm so sweet,as their hearts I do defile.And if it hadn't been for himI'm sure I'd be so sweet,like those girl's with cute frillsthat weep at men's feet. I no longer bow down,but force them tocollapse, with a smile and an eyelash flutter,I make their heart relapse.
Getting OldI have messages in bottleswritten in blood,and words in my headthat cause tears to flood.I have scarred knucklesand shattered glass,I have no reflectionor smiles that last.I have no heartwhich I'm willing to give.I have no life,which I'm willing to live.What can I say,to make you understand?Don't grow up, dear,nothing goes as planned.You break and shatter,and forget the starry night.You cry and turn bitter,turning away from the light.You're so young right now,and ask why I'm so cold.Just remember, love,this happens when you grow old.
I won't miss youI used to always careabout who was or wasn't there.I'd stand on the sidelines alonewithout a friend to call my own.As it stands today;there's just so much I need to say.Where were you when I was on my knees?Begging the world, yelling my pleas.Where were you when I was in the dark?Hiding my heart, breaking apart.I suppose I'm just that easy to ignore,I'm here for your use; nothing more.I'm sorry to saybut I'm walking away.My exit is long overdue,but I'm not sorry I won't miss you.
Drink Tea with Me?Comedrink teaand hurt me.
Good Girl DieGood girl. Good girl.Carved into my thighs,do what they say,please just die? Don't speak, don't cry,don't smile, don't sigh.They say live your life,please don't regret,but you scream and hit,and tell me I'm abitch.Good girl. Good girl.Please don't cry, just don't smilethese chains will be cut,is two years a short while?
Don't you See?Paint her face with kisses and use her as you will. Forget her cries and strangle her with rope.Blindfold her, love, so you don't have to see.(Shh, dear, it will all be okay soon)Sew her mouth shut and dress her how you want. They aren't tears falling from her eyes or blood seeping from wounds...that's not possible.She holds no dreams and needs no love. She has no heart, dear, so please, do with her as you want.She's your creation, your perfect little angel. She must have no wrong. Clean the blood, wipe the teas...pretend they were never there.Dolls are empty, you see.
Unwanted FutureMy stomach flips,my breathing gets deep,I'm sorry love butplease just let me sleep?It's hard to livetaking day by daywhen it seems to pass too fastand you struggle on the wayWhat future awaits me?A small dog, swing on the deck,the picket white fence anda fake family in depth.A kiss on the cheek andlunch in paper bags,a promise to behavebut love, the days just drag.Will it be the same routinethat I face right now?A fake smile and laughthat struggle to be found.The passion fadeswith the will to explore,and you grow older along withthe slamming of doors.Your voice screams,your heart will echo,the mirror will shatter,and the blood will flow.And one day you'll lookand take a deep breath,you'll stare into your eyesand see nothing but death.
She paid the cost for ChristmasDear Santa,Her bones seem brittle,and her skin looks pale,her hairs disappearing,and there's an endless wail.I don't ask for a cure;there isn't one to be found,but please Dear Santahelp to stop the sound.They say that you are jollyso please find a smile,that's all I wantinstead of a present pile.To hear her laugh once more,to see her eyes shine bright,is all I can ask of youto help her see the light.If you are all about faiththan let her believe once more,because there is no way I can helpher smile at what's in store.Santa...please help hernow!Christmas is too far awayI'm sorry Santa,for the battle has been lost.Christmas deemed too far awayand I suppose she paid the cost.
The Guardian is DeadTime unfolds, life moves onfrom trading secrets toempty spaces under mistletoeIt's that time of the yearwhen solitude lingerswhere happiness once layWhen a six foot tree turnsinto a pathetic branchwith a lonely star on topWhere presents once laybottles of whiskey have replacedand Christmas carols are slurredThere was never an angelas I was your lightor so you once saidThere was never an angelas you were my guardianbut that guardian is now dead
Please Don't Go"We put things in the ground to grow"I saidI sat at a parkbenchwith my cane at my sidefingers dancingalong the frameof my legwhen a girlsatwith me"Then why do we bury people?"I shot a glancetowards my feetand lookedat her bright rubyslippers tap your shoes three times and sayyou want to go home "so that they can grow."I looked at her,her handrummagingand handingout breadcrumbsdeep in thought."Why would they need to grow when they're dead?"my eyebrowscrinkled at the questionthen I spoke"a seed starts from the ground, but unlike that, that is where we end. We grow for our death to become real to others."the girl smiledand then graspedfor my handbut itfell throughI am her grandfatherI am a ghost.
Abuduction.Abduction.Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.To every family and carer that nurtured, loved, raised and taughtTheir young to avoid and not to communicate with strangers.Performing their duties as guardians, preparing and protecting them from any danger.For them one day to be kidnapped, taken, leaving only their clothing as remainders.After the investigations and DNA testing all the headlines will
Musing over the MoonI don't think that the moonwanted to bethe moonimagine a hot rockreleased to its own pathby a collisionexplosionor monumentalfission fusion of creationtaking paceamong the starsfreeonly soona sun with planetsslowly pulls cajolesthis liberatedpiece of travel-roundedmassinto a steady orbitof obligationslight the nightguide the shipspull the tidesmake us wonderlet the wolves howlnight after nightrepetitivecirclingwonderingabout its freedom
StifledWe kissed in the shade of oak trees.We held hands in the chill of the river.We ignored the council of wiser men.And now our love lives like that summer:It shall ne'er bear heat again.
Kevin,remember the night we fell in love?no that's not right, you wouldn't because that was all me.it felt a little like being hit by a car, even though I wouldn'tknow how that feels since I've never been hit by one but I'm sureit's got to be something like this.remember when I first tried to kiss you and you pulled back,my veins were knotted; glowing with adrenaline and you turnedaway and smiled into the smokers cabin. when you came backyou grinned and you leaned in and you kissed me, but beforeI could open my eyes you were gone.remember the first time I went to your place, we lay in yourbed attached by our knees, and we didn't make love or evenmake out because nothing was going to bring us closer togetherthen we were then.Kevin, when the new year started you were the first thing on my lipsand I wished you would stay there.remember when you told me not to wait up for you, and just moveon with my life? and then I kissed you, and you smiled, and youtold me he liked me and I
Will You Marry MeYour face is smooth like the edge of a freshly wiped bladeYour skin is warm like teardrops in a steel morgueYour hands are soft like linen sheets over pale, cool remainsYour hair falls to your shoulders with the accuracy of a weighty nooseYour stride is as confident as a blood-spattered GladiatorYour legs send my heart into a state of hysteria with an assassin's efficiencyNever have I wanted so badly something so fearsome so bone-chilling Now tell me, my darling,
RecklessHe hurt himself, falling for her.
Jail Break From The PagesDear Diary: Bleed her from the pages because Medusa stays gawking in the corner of her rocky irises. She's shooting her rebellion
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,To be at all worth clicking,So I'll write some more.These words are filler,So I don't feel truly bad,For writing briefly.I write re HaikusIn a Haiku, how clever!I'm showing off now.
The VowsWe stood at the altarIn the fresh aesthetics of springYou took my hand in yoursAnd slid on that fateful ringI wore a fair dressClothed in a flurry of whiteThe poison smileOn my wedding, the only blightSo beautiful it wasMy dress stained redOur passion unbiddenI took off your headWe promised loveTill death do us partAnd it shallFor your head, take my heartMy dear, my darlingForget me notHonor our righteous vowsAnd love me till I rotBlissfully contentWe vowed foreverLet my loveBury us together
Leaveme.battered, unstable,improperly built.I no longer house sanityonly ghosts that were nevertold how to move on.maybe we used to be the same,but now your cracked reflectiononly adds to my years of bad luckyou never counted the lines in my smile,or the notes between my freckles,you only measured me.I'm something to get by on,but I'm simply not enough.my watered-down voiceis growing weaker.and you feed me sugar pillsto diminish the pain(these bones still bleed)there are vultures in your eyes,they know what's coming nextchildren call on saviors to vanquish demonsfrom their closets and I'm beggingthe silent priests toexorcise youthey didn't understand what I meantwhen I said you stole my breath awayif I turn on the lights,would you disappear like the timeswhen I needed help?I live in waking fear of silence(I know it's where you wait)
For the Coming Death of MeSnap my neckOr, snap me backShow me the pathTell me the truthCut my throatOr, cut out all of the stories liesAlice can only walk in her wonderlandBefore reality over comes herStab me in the backOr, scream your truths in my faceYou are now the rootOf a new agonizing fearHang me to suffocateOr, hang out the old photos and give me a reasonto stop and ponder, and wonder once moreThe reason behind your actionsOverdose me till I can take no moreBefore I choke on the words of the next lieYou planted the seeds of hateKnowing full wll what you were doingLet me "slip" and fall off this cliffBefore I fall back into my self destructive habitsThe only thing that will truely silenceSilence the voices this new pain has createdBleed me outUntil your words are written in my bloodMaybe that will make the meaning clearAs I lay in a haze on the floorCrack my skullLet the nightmares pour outSee that you are the only thought I haveThe center of my panicBut, what ever you doD
We Are But HumansWe imagined our bodiesWere made of strong stone.But deeper searching provedWe are but skin and bone.We imagined our soulsWere made of virtue within.But closer digging provedWe are but remorse and chagrin.We imagined our heartsWere made of a flower bud,But closer analyzing provedWe are but muscle and blood.We imagined ourselvesWere made of truth and love.But closer inspection provedWe are but all the above.
UntitledThere is something in the aira musky scentfleeting colourswaningjoyful laughter reverberatingIt's cold outside.Come, and watch the sun setsky set ablazemythical fireof loveNight has already fallen.Chilling bones.Your embrace is warmstark contrastinto a void I fellmemories shatteringFreezing, wind picks up.Teeth clattering.Nevermind me.What about the moon, I wonder?My chance passed me bymy fault, reallyI cried once onlya breezeCan't you see the stars tonight?
have i got a dealits feathers were a mirror, in which the sun would pride itself, stroking the surface, changing its pose each time the creature moved.(hello, hello) said the creature, its eyes blinking desperate morse.he assumed the creature was a crow, curious, smart, head tilted, its feet planted firmly, yet softly. wings rustling as if it was about to spread them, and beat the man to his death.oh but the creature wasn't threatening, no. its face was a sculpture, as if an artist carved into black stone the most kind crow one could ever imagine. if it had lips, they would be upturned, and the teeth would be in neat, white, rows, but the feathers have taken on their smiling job.(what do you want?) he cradled his voice like a baby that was just begging to be dropped.(would you like to exchange? great deal, shiny feathers, strong beak, [i can peck your eyes out] my body is young, my body is free, i can fly above any building, i can perch anywhere i like, i can walk wherever i like [and get mauled b
The Significance of Tolling Bells and Tearseach toll of the bell signified another hour gone, wastedaway, dashed from the pages of lifelost within its headysands b l o w i n g through the desert winds dampened only byfalling tearssplashes of salted water, nourishment for parchedthroats stagnant with the aching illness of pain; overwhelmingsensory glands with acute thuds [pulsing throbs] against flakingskin, cracking under the scorching sunbeaming rays catchingfoolhardy thoughts established in heat-induced mania, timeslowly passing by while trudging steps searched for the way out ofthe forestrefusing to admit the only way out was the same thingthat made tears fall, ever closer to the ground
eyes close,fluttering shut with tired strokestears leaking for one last time;desert sands, inescapable heat taking the life of yet another whosebells have finally stopped tolling; another whose tears fall no more.
My Dream Not SoI have a dream...About a hundred or two.And they seem to revolveAround one person- You.I want to get married,To have a few kids.Then smile at the cameraKick back, and live.In all honesty though,I have to admit-I want to have freedomThe chance to just quit.To see the whole world,Ten countries or more.And fly through the mountainsWith dangers galore.If I can't have thatI'd certainly settleNear someone who listens,But never would meddle.And if I couldn't-Have something so small,I'd rather have youThan nothing at all.For in this thoughtfulYet sad strand of rhyme,I just have to realizeOne dream at a time.So I'll go watch,See you living my dreams.'Cuz nothing is right in thisReality it seems.
PhantasmCrossed through millennia; saw nothing new
Lost within LoveShe lost her mind loving him.
lost her mind loving him.
her mind loving him.