stirring, shaking, bones are breaking, i am making vows to kill
undertaking this undertaking while souls are quaking louder still
and if maybe, this voice faintly, pleads and begs and cries insanely
i will cut him deeper still, yes i will end him slower still.
crows are stirring, with my fury, ground is cracking, vision blurring
and its getting darker still, demons watch intently still
tongue and flask and clown in mask all help to make the scenery last
flesh will burn, and turn in turn as they pop another pill
as they cut me deeper still, yes, as they push me further still
dont you dare,
no not again
my words are my blood
and its mixed with sand
its landing, yes falling from palms of my hand
so dont you dare touch them for i cannot stand
the sight of you, mere thought of you
im itching to move to make two, yes break two holes in you
my words are my blood and i'm drained through and through
take your feet back, and please walk away
my eyes turning black, my lips move to say
my fists now are bricks, your face, made of glass
so please walk away, and walk away fast
you're times running out, i'm about to begin
sprinkle you with blood, punish you for your sin
i'll turn your glass right back to sand, an
by candlelight, there shines two bright
stars that shine both day and night
brilliantly they light my life
they are none other then your eyes
these two gems, your beauty trace
compliment your perfect face
holding my soul in warm embrace
with your elegance and grace
sleeping beauty, can you hear
the faint sounds of my pen stir?
writing of you lying there
as the music of the spheres
dance and mumble 'cross the sky
rhythem of a dragonfly
angles sing from heaven high
and, of your mere presence, they cry
"oh may we have just a peak?
for our lives seem so dreary, bleak
without seeing this perfect thing
this girl of which the bird
oh to these old tattered wings
what is it i owe?
but this bitter misery
and curse of broken vow
and if these old torn wings could speak
what would they say to me?
tales of broken dreams and flight
down to melencholy
with rhythmic drums, and midnight hums
that put the gods to sleep
my dreams come from the darkest slum
and fall before i reap
this brings me here, with streaming tear
to how i lost my wings
to leporsy and cancering
these most dearly missed of things
for on that night
i broke to flight
to somewhere far away
it was my luck,
my wings were struck
by hands that ne'r hold sway
with pain and torturing i fought
to
Dark, headless creature, pointing to the door
into black, thoughtlessness, serene forevermore
Why should I trust, his finger thrust
into the looming corridor?
He has no face, no mouth to trace
no eyes to see what lies before.
Yet, as I stand, and wait, and see
my present curiosity
bubbles up, yes, more and more
standing, silently right there
in his cloak, bone finger bare
pointing with no thought or care
at the passage in the fore'
i do decide, not like i shine
to aid the black behind the door
no thoughts i find, to change my mind
and so i aim my feet toward
the boding passage in the fore'
and though this light shines on my face
i cant see through my lids
my eyes are closed, and i am dead
to all that goes on 'round me
the vanities of being friendly
these worries, among others, i shed
for i am deeper then you know
my friends writhe, worm and crow
waiting to bring me back to dirt
and when my cadillac takes me
one simple thing i ask thee
just take the stains out of my shirt
and everything was right by peaceplacid, literature
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and everything was right
one night, not long ago, i slept
and in my dream, i wailed and wept
encompassing this evil dread
for my dear love, it seemed, was dead
i was left, all by myself
with friends, but still lonely
for even though i still had them
her love completed me
and i was lost
my very soul began to split
as rain came down in sheets
and it was then
when i had reached the stone floor'd pit
and glass shards cut my feet
that i gave in
for there was no reason to live
i had reached my end
to my demon
for he was the very fear in me
that my life, alone, i'd spend
but just then a radiant light,
seemed to set me free
it woke me up, the sunlight
these darkening grey thoughts by peaceplacid, literature
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these darkening grey thoughts
these darkening grey thoughts of mine find their way to me in time
blinding like a light divine while darker things do ring and chime
incredible it is at least, the pain it brings to find my peace
of mind behind black flower wreath like rusting chain and grinding teeth
this leather strap that is my friend, making me contort and bend
writhing with no freedom end, yet no one has a hand to lend
how lonely my own fight will be, struggling just to break free
no friend to find to run to flee, beginning sweet serenity
solace with no peace of mind, ironic now but soon i'll find
these darkening black thoughts of mine, work their way from me i
find these crumbs, ill say to some
but others will give no sign
certain ones know, the dark of my soul
and others think i am just fine
but why should i care?
leave crumbs lying there?
i know its not doing me right
for i am now tired
trying to be admired
have i given up in my own fight?
so walk down the stairs
and crawl in the ditch
you will find me swimming
among the dead fish
dont bother to ask
the reason i'v pass'd
i have to say, it was my own wish
inside my mind, an image does grow.
back to my pit, my mind does now go.
i can see the tomb, of root and earth,
warm like the womb, from which i was birthed.
the air around me, grows warm and stale,
i scream in for more, but lungs seem to fail.
my eyes now grow wide, im praying to gasp,
how much more of this could i possibly last?
something more creepy,
my eyes feeling sleepy,
my fear begins to fade.
i breathe in my last breath,
and embrace my own death,
my thoughts turn into mere shade.
and, ah, now, sweet peace,
no longer i think.
no longer i weep and mourn.
no longer in hell,
my minds prison cell,
no longer am i stil
What a small doll, that sits on the dirt floor.
'round does it crawl, searching for the dirt door.
But, with no crease found, im afraid i'll have to drown
that poor doll, that sits, upon this dirt ground.
But, ah, i am not all that bad.
No death becomes without a fair trial had.
I call the first witness, a maiden, fair.
What must you say, about the doll laying there?
'AH! This doll i have never seen!
I deny, ever having been!
in affection with such a pathetic thing."
I nodded my head, "i see, i see"
The second witness, a friend untrue,
"That i asked the first, ill ask of you.
What of this doll, from you can be said?
of this
inside, these words i hide... by peaceplacid, literature
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inside, these words i hide...
it takes a lot out of me,
my pen, and pad, you see,
to put down a simple writing,
so the world can read and judge me.
and deep inside, these words i hide,
beneath melodical writ,
a small soul, who recently died,
curled up in the depths of a pit.
Nothing to warm me, no blanket or sheet,
just me and this cold slab of stone.
no one to talk to, comfort, or hold me,
my only friend, my own thoughts, alone.
And now, lying here, inside my place,
where she comes to visit my dreams.
Thinking of the stars, that adorn her face,
from which immense beauty streams.
Next to her, the heav'ns are dull,
and the depths of the sea not deep.
For her, to the moon I would go,
and scale any mountain most steep.
Upwards i look, to black skies englossed,
then bow my head to sigh.
All is lost, my heav'ns cross'd.
Riven the stars in my sky.
And so, I lie here, down inside my place,
dreaming of the stars that her beauty trace.
and so, i write. again in here.
pouring out my soul.
who listens to, this babbling fool,
whose heart beats all but slow.
it seems to me, to be, you see,
my plan to hit rock bottom.
my darkness grows, the story goes,
shall i reach the city sodem?
and bridges gone,
that i have burned.
of friendships long,
once even yearned.
to be more then that, of just a friend.
who knows what lies around this bend.
and time slows down, it seems to stop.
the moon stays in its place.
and in this moment, iv not forgot
the beauty of her face.
"Look at the stars, and moon, and fields,
look at the trees, and the fruit they yield,
look at the s
far away, where all is night,
stars dance the sky above.
there awaits a flower white,
as that of a dove.
and angels watch, from afar,
up in their heavenly tower.
they look upon this perfect star,
my very own white flower.
The lonely, pale, lumbering moon,
hung upon a silver thread
Casting grey t'wards the shadows,
whose souls are all but dead.
Hear it now? A simple voice.
That screams above the crowd.
"With this knife,Ill finish you moon!"
his tone of hatred and dread.
"Ill kill you, moon!
Ill watch you fall!
Ill bring you to the ground!"
"For under you,
he stole my love
and made me wish to drown!"
vast empty formless thinkings. by peaceplacid, literature
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vast empty formless thinkings.
vast, empty, formless things,
distracting their minds eye.
of which they all will marvel.
and for, some will die.
On such things, cities are built,
and priests bow down to grovel.
and trees take root,
to bear their fruit,
all empty in the same.
and people eat,
and sing and greet,
playing their vanity game.
It came and went,
their time now spent.
all smile is gone now.
For as he comes,
his chariot burns.
all now struck to the ground.
my heart beats slow,
blue lips turn cold,
and im running, though stuck in this place.
thinking of,
again my love,
and the stars that her beauty trace.
and moments pass,
it seems, alas,
that i, have finally won.
but silly me,
i come to see,
it was mere shadow of the sun.
sometimes the sun shines... by peaceplacid, literature
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sometimes the sun shines...
sometimes the sun shines, and sometimes it closes its eyes, and sometimes it burns.
sometimes, it runs, and sometimes it hides, but it always returns.
until one day, my sun left, and never came back.
the trees don't grow, through all cold snow,
and now, all is black.
Beat Black Birds down
as they rise to the skin,
Concieved in the heart
that is firtle within
The Heart was born vile,
and the flesh was made weak
thus I give birth
to this cherubs' deciet
The malace that moves me
to Love what I hate
Moves also my hands
sealing my fate
The war wages on
'neath rotten flesh
The soldiers all fight
some for Life some for Death
I fight for my cause
so my body I beat
Gouging my eyes
and sev'ring my feet
I'll pummel my body
and lead it a slave
Break myself to govern
the way I behave
The path is not pleasant
and the road walked is cramped
I stay true to my course
and in this path my feet
a girl: dreaming freedom by darknessupon, literature
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a girl: dreaming freedom
Her feet dug softly into the dirt she ran,
her arms spread out with a daisy in her right hand,
over hills and feilds till she sees water and sand,
her hair flies with the rythem of the wind,
she runs with freedom, runs with speed.
She stands tip-top of the hill her arms spread wide,
head back she breathes freedom hearing the rhetorical tide,
the ocean speaking to her it could drown the earth with words,
the earth spinning she dives down the hill touching the sand,
running down the shoreling kicking up wet sand like diving swords.
Pausing herself she stops facing the ocean dropping the daisy,
she faces the ocean her hair blowing the
Do you ever wonder
if i ever do get scared
Do you ever wonder
if i ever give a care
Do you have to let life
hit you in the end
with a lifelong retribution
and a humble hand to lend
And if i fall before you get here
please leave me with myself
and if i die before you shed tears
please call on someone else
and in your dreams of past times
do you sleep among the rest
a comfort knowing that there was a dime
to buy the things that we forget
but the past now seems so far away
and a dream is nothing yet
a reassurance that there is a day
in which we will never fret
and if i fall before you get here
please leave me with myself
a
Julia of the Seven Oceans by Krytonite, literature
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Julia of the Seven Oceans
Abandoned she lays
just the clothes on her back
a rock to her waist
and a rope colored black
With an Ocean so red
you wonder how it turns blue
Shes lost all that shes said
lost all shes held true
"Should I jump in this sea?"
"Should I fall down this depth?"
"What's the use being here
When all I've seen is this death?"
"All the people I've loved
All the people I've met
Either up with the doves
or down with the rest."
As the color of blood
envelops the ocean blue
she kicks the rock in the sea
and then she dives in too
The people now stare
as she fades into black
but she smiles so sweetly
and does not once look back
T
Win Oneself to Win Another by TheMoroseCherub, literature
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Win Oneself to Win Another
I'll pull the trigger
On my motives
Before they
Kill my means
I'll burn intentions
at the stake
Before they beat me
To my dreams
Could a pauper
Warm a graceful queen?
Can the moonlight
By the sun be seen?
Could this thorn
Give a flower to a rose?
Will kind words descend
To make sure he knows?
Could the sky
See earth as a goal?
Could a diamond
Ever love a coal?
A Curbed Still-Life by TheMoroseCherub, literature
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A Curbed Still-Life
I cleared the field
I made the lepers play,
I burned the woods
No one lived there anyway
Binging and purging
All the thoughts in my head,
Faces are beaming
Through the walls of the dead
Dizzied by
The heights that I reach
I sharpen my teeth
On the words that I speak
I made the god
All the children come to pray,
I burned the church
Holy-man lost faith today
Binging and purging
All the thoughts in my head
Faces are beaming
Through the walls of the dead
Dizzied by
The heights that I reach
I sharpen my teeth
On the words that I speak
Binging an purging
All your thoughts from my head
Scraping and screaming
As I'm dragg
Why cannot all that callous
Stick over top emotional?
Why cant I make the empty
As simple as the full?
Is it too much to ask,
To skip a step and end up fast?
It'll be alright if I could just be wrong
And make it all wash out right
I fall just left of
How perfect I could be
Just reach and start to take it
I'll hand it out for free
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I live between the tiles
Choking on the curtains
I wish I didint wish,
But the way I wish is perfect
Crying ashtray tears,
In fear of Sunday morinin
Take the chimney or the front door,
Either is uncertain
Sleeping in the front yard
Thats hiding in the corner
Lifes about the latter
So apprec
oh why do i love the rain
feelings of alive and sane
catching drops roll off my brow
yet i love this rain somehow
shivers do run down my spine
watching people herd like swine
final warmth, a single glove
thinking of again my love
thoughts inside me spin and swirl
of my own beautiful girl
praying to god for this world
praying for this love unfurrled
oh sweet rain, please make me sane
and give me peace of mind
and do make fresh the air to test
a breath of her to bind
me to her soul, through all this cold
dont let me stop to rest
and for her, this love unfold
but let me do the rest
for with my strength and soul and mind
i th
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sorry everyone, havent posted in a while, i am still writing, but my freakin comp has a virus. msblast. so, im reformatting, all i need now is a windows xp product code. lol. so, yah. ILL BE BACK
cool, thanks for the comment. I saw somebody elses sculpture... it was like a doll.. and sombody mention that it looked like something from a Tool video.. i wonder if ur talkin about the same thing ^_^;