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[SIZE=1]I look in your eyes,
all I see is black,
staring back at me.

with a long lost word,
a whiper to the silence,
a faint in the crimson,
of the blackest sky.

I wonder if I'll be able,
to fight threw all of this pain,
don't tell me that,
the world is gonna end,

there's no way in life,
that it will.

even if you think you are the best,
think again,
about all the rest.

sometimes are guesses are wrong,
sometimes they're right,
get over it,
it's all life.[/size]
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[size=1] More poems for Ginny's Birthday...

[b][u]steel tower[/b][/u]
was the growing weed
on all the dandelions i've left to knead
like bread tasting without yeast
use my hands and my head
i use my hands
and my head

yeah it's the growing weed
on all those dandelions i've left to you
yeah i use my hands and my head
i'm a freak

i'm a creep
i'm a freak
i'm growing on you
i'm growing on you
but you're so sweet
you're so sour
you're so cold
steel tower

you're a steel tower
and yeah there's a weed on there
right on your head as you pivot down
wrecking balls were never so loud

bricks and wood and stone
and everything in here i own
and you're so cold
you're so sour

you're such a
steel tower
bricks and wood and stone
but alloys are for cowards

you're such a
steel tower
bricks and wood and stone

the weed's grown
he's growing
the weed's grown

yeah it's the growing weed
in this creep
yeah it's the growing weed
in this soil we breathe
in this building
where you sleep
and live

it's the growing weed
yeah i use my hands and my head
i'm a freak

i'm a creep
i'm a freak
i'm growing on you
i'm growing on you
but you're so sweet
you're so sour
you're so cold

you're a steel tower
such a
steel tower
bricks and wood and stone
the weed's grown
bricks and wood and stone

and i thought
it was you i know
and i thought
i had found something
that wasn't going to keep
me alone

and i thought
it was you i could help
and i thought
i had found something
that wasn't going to keep
me alone

i thought
i had found something
that wasn't so cold
that wasn't going to keep
me alone

and i thought
wrong
and i thought
right

and i thought
wrong
and i thought
right

so here we are
me alone
so here we are
the weed's grown
so here we are

you're such
a steel tower
you're such
a skyscraping wall

here we are
bricks and wood and stone
here we are

i'm a creep
here we are
you're so sweet
and here we are
i'm a freak

i'm a creep
i'm a freak
i'm growing on you
yeah i'm growing
on you

and i thought i had found
something that wasn't going
to keep me alone
but here we are
skyscraping our hands

and here we are
skyscraping our hands
hitting against
some mad bugger's wall

[b][u]another year[/b][/u]
he cried
about the intuitions
saying to them that he wanted
their submissions

another year has passed
and about the intuitions
and to bloom to your fruitions
say to them
that you want your submissions
say to them
that life has no mission

may god give you retribution
and may he be what you wanted him
to be
and when at last your work is done
you'll know if you've suffered for an invisible sun
and if you're the only one

and he cried
about the intuitions
told you of your mission
saying to you he wanted
your submissions

i'll see you near the gates
but soon i'll be gone
gone to where blackness
has its own perpetual gong
where feelings don't matter
and time flows on

or maybe my assurances are insane
maybe there's yet to be
a change
maybe i have yet to feel
his name

hallowed be his name
and kingdom doesn't have a home
but prayer has its own

hallowed be his name
and the bread of his son's skin
may be inside of me again
and the blood of his son's veins
may be in me one day for a change

but until then i'll see you near the gates
where soon i'll be gone
gone to where blackness
has its own perpetual gong
where feelings don't matter
and time flows on

i hope to meet you
even there
i hope to finally know you
even there

he cries about
his intuitions
he tells you of
your mission

hallowed be his name
and kingdom doesn't have a home
but prayer has its own
i have yet to know

i'll see you near the gates
or maybe i'll just be gone
and never feel or taste
i'll just be erased

and are intentions cruel
for assurances are for a fool
but to you i've given
what i have to
i hope it helps you

and may he give you retribution
may he be what you wanted him
to be
and when at last your work is done
you'll know if you've suffered for an invisible sun
and if you're the only one

until then
there is love[/size]
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[COLOR=crimson][SIZE=1]hello,
I'm in your mind,
giving you,
everthing you can do.

if you walk with me,
I'll teach you all you need,
just give me the word,
and I'll be there.

if it's comfort,
if it's love,
if it's a blanket,
I'll be there.

Don't worry,
I am not the kind of person,
that would let you down.

I am here for you always,
and you know it.[/size][/color]
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[center]What wasn?t mine in the first place?

?I?m late! I?m late!?
Damn straight I?m late,
The world went on without me.
I was thinking of the answer when
The question ran right by me.

I?m lost, I?ve lost
All that I?ve lost,
Though I never really had it,
It ran away with the world one day
Before I had time to grab it.

My thoughts still shine
But no longer mine,
They belong to someone else now.
Because I flinched my arm got pinched
And I?ve awakened from this dream now.

Because I denied
What others tried
I lost the chance prove it.
It would be great, but I?m far too late,
So all I?ve done is lose it.[/center]
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[color=royalblue]Lycan rising in the moonlight,
Pale eyes reflecting the fullness,
Then turning to gaze to the prey,
Wilfull.

Nosferatu rising in the darkness,
Black eyes reflecting the nothingness,
Then turning to gaze to the prey,
Hateful.

Loup garou,
Leech,
Werewolf,
Vampyre.

They say to pick a side,
But I have neither,
Witchblood reigns within,
Tristae.

Tristae.[/color]
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[color=royalblue]Dance with me,
To a music unheard by human ears,
Moving slowly,
Like swinging pendulums.

Throw me back,
And forth,
My own,
Yoyo metaphor.

Stay here with me,
We hold eachother,
Long after the crowd has gone,
On and on.

Our love goes on and on.[/color]
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HEARTBREAK

When the winds die down
And the torment finally ceases,
Then I can leave this cellar
And be on my way again.
I'll travel this lonely road
That I've been on since who-knows-when.

Maybe I'll meet another wanderer
And we'll share roads for awhile.
We'll talk of our journeys
And what we've seen so far
But when we break away
The storm will come again.
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[size=1]It has no eyes. No face. Looks at me and it begins to shake. Begins to seizure like a man in a straight jacket.

What you can see of it is white. All covered with red spots of dried blood. Its shape is human. A head where it should be. A hand where it should be.

A strange noise is coming from far away. Like a fuzzy yawn of a far away snowing TV. The noise hits you and dances over you like a ballet dancer.

A crackle like the sound of hollow nothing. A shake like the sound of screaming rape. The sound covers your mind tight.

You look at it straight to its empty face and get lost. The endless sound pushes you to nothing and everything. It all fades. It all dies.

You watch as the noise crackles over your eyelids. Feel it tuck the corner of your cheeks; pulsate all about the molars of your teeth. Then it comes to your eyes and you shake.

Falling all away the sound makes the thing rape up and down. It shakes so hard it goes up and down on the ground. Then the sound pushes you away; your vision fades.

The last thing you see is the thing seizure and rape on the ground. Then its all blank and all you hear is the sound.

The sound of silence often soothes. But the crackle shakes and hits you.

To grow to see the pain too soon. Finally opening your eyes to the truth.

your vision turns blank
then the sound paints
a picture of a budding rose
the red of it dangles in your brain

The sound begins to paint more. Suddenly a light hits the rose and rain pours.

Suddenly the rose opens on the crackled floor and wails with the sound.

[i]Thou hath nothing here...
Thou hath nothing found
Thou hath nothing here...
Thou hath nothing found[/i]

The sound finally falls and you can see its face again. The thing groveling and raping up and down. A rose on your eyes that slowly melts to hollow wood. Like a log down a hill that rolls for good.

And there were no gates.
There were no gates.
Only a rose has a face.
And there were no gates
There were no gates
Only a rose has a face.

[i]Thou hath nothing here...
Thou hath nothing found
Thou hath nothing here...
Thou hath nothing found[/i]

So may you

bleed

So may you

bleed

And going here and going there

and going here (and going there) [/size]
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I can see it,
Feel it,
Even taste it
As it twirls,
As it whirls,
And as it spins
In the depths
Of my head.
Its' unrecognized,
Ever-changing
Thought patterns
Bewilder,
Confuse,
And warp
My conscience
And that leaves
Me vulnerable,
Unprotected,
And defenseless
To the
Consequences.
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wow....you're all so good...

if you were here would i be alone
when you were here was i alone
would you be proud of mi accomplishments
would you be dissapionted in failures

are you saddened by what ive become
or are you happy of the work that you've done
you gave me a fake smile
a fake hug
a fake freindship

...i feel a lot better now...this was for some '''friends''' that left me a while ago...i can't realli get over them....they were like brothers to me.......and im confused about the whole thing now...poo....
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[B][COLOR=crimson]~Game~[/B][/color]

[B][I][COLOR=crimson]Im crying out to be saved
From this feeling, that cannot be named
Im sprawled before you
Bruised, maimed
Im ripped into pieces, for the world to see.

You know now that im no angel
I hid the truth so well
Yet you know i wont ever lie to you
No chinese whispers to tell.

I could be cruel and push you away
But in the end I know
It's only me that will pay
And this passion that envelopes us
Is so white its almost grey.

I'm screaming, falling to my knee's
Asking to be punished
You've left my feelings raw
Battered, sore.

It's just a game we play...[/B][/I][/color]

[COLOR=crimson]I wrote this earlier today actually O_o I suddenly have tons of inspiration..i think its because im listening to "Utada Hikaru" I have waaay to many poems wandering around on my computer lol.

Im not really sure why i wrote this. It doesn't really relate to anything. But i was missing my girlfriend at the time..so maybe thats why its so dark O_o[/color]
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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by doukeshi03 [/i]
[B][center][size=1]The end is near, the die is cast, the battleÂ?s finally won ... For the end has come but do not fear for day shall conquer night.[/center][/size] [/B][/QUOTE]

Nice, doukeshi03.

awlrite, impromtu poem time. *rubs hands together*

An awful day,
an awful feeling
of such dislike and hate
consumes and burns within the ceiling
of my mental thoughts of late.

Such disdain and contempt
for every smidgen of the day
starts anew each horrid morning
and twists the ensuing
optimism into such a scorning.

This horrible selfish feeling
stomps each hopeful, perfect, image,
makes my life a living hell
in the painful ruing moment I realize
I hate my self only too well.

-The rhythm isn't quite right unless you read each verse as a whole sentence. :whoops:
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[size=1]The further i go
the less i know

where will you run
with me on your arms
lullabies paralyze

swallow
chew and kiss
the freedom has lost
its feeling on my fist

bleed
swallow and curse
the rage in my head
has lost the feeling in my fist

lullabies paralyze
still hasn't died
and where will you run
with me in your arms

the only place we have
is in the trees
in the forest
where we dream

the only place we have
is in the trees
in the forest
where we dream

hello hello
your skin is so beautiful
like lovely it irates in my eye
i kiss it with a lullaby
it still hasn't died
paralyzed

hello hello
your skin is so beautiful
just like the hurt
that is in my head
see how our tender eyes
prick and pluck
like we'll never taste
what we clutch

swallow and kiss
beat and bump
our heart has ended
its lullaby
the further i go
the less i know [/size]
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[color=royalblue]In the city,
Millions of souls,
Hearts beating to separate pulses,
And I watch them from the windows.

At my level,
Rushing back again,
Souls waiting for something else.
And I wish I was anywhere but here.

So much movement,
But so little hope,
And millions of dreams that never ever,
Go anywhere but further down the drain.

Denmark Street.[/color]
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[color=indigo]Well, I?m at work and bored but busy so I figured I?d jot down a poem in between various meetings and calls?

[b]Overture of Enchantment[/b]

Ask me over for the night
Because what is wrong
Feels so right
We?ll talk about your dreams
Your life
And your tragedies
Act out your every dirty fantasy
And in the morning
When you walk away
After you?ve begged me
To let you stay
You?ll remember
My poisoned kiss
The dirty way
That we moved our hips
You?ll lock them up
In your secret heart
And with it you
Shall never part[/color]
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[size=1]The way we walk when we are dead
is as the world spins on our heads

and we as chesire cats dream
as the wooded within us scream

"Watch as I take off my head,"
and so the chesire cat takes off his neck
and there he walks when he is dead

when is the place where you were conceived
is it within you to forget to breathe
when is the place where you were achieved
is it within you to forget that you bleed


and there in the open fields
we as chesire cats dream
as the wooded within us scream
[/size]
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[color=royalblue]The voices rise,
Higher and higher from above,
A cathedral,
Full of hopeful souls.

Those that have faith,
Will move the mountains,
Some sending,
Of joy and hapiness to all.

But she died today,
And I was asked the questions,
I relented,
For I was unable to relate.

He was very sad,
When we talked I knew he was crying,
But faliure,
To comfort was my own gift.

Pax,
Hope,
Faith,
I give to him.[/color]
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[center]Do it like you really care,
Like someone really wants you there,
Like the sun still shines on luscious grass,
Like the path's not lined with broken glass.

Do it like there is no pain,
Like you used to dance out in the rain,
Like the wind still breaths across your face,
Like life still smiles with loving grace.

So, do it ?cause you feel it?s right,
Because you haven?t lost the fight,
Because the sun still shines on you,
Because you love the things you do.

Do it ?cause you know the tears,
Because you know about the fears,
Because you feel the strength inside,
Because there is no need to hide.

So show them that you?re not afraid,
The debt you had has been repaid,
You?re ready now to find your place,
?Cause life still smiles with loving grace.[/center]
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[size=1]You got a head like a hole
I shot it full of fire and hell
And now we eat our bones

The pretty hates in our machines
Make me want to slice the cross you bleed
The pretty hate machine that is all over us
Makes me want to die a death that crushes my ribs

And I still look at all the people
going insane
I can show you why it's going to never change
But I can't tell you why I am slaved

Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name
Make the pretty hate machine a pony that is tame
Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name
Make the pretty hate machine
A wound that is skeletal like steel chains

You got a head like a hole
Like a bullet died alone and hit you
And your halo is gold
So tell me why are you so alone
Why do you pray and believe you are lost
Tell me why you bleed for this cross

I can't tell you
why people are insane
I can't show you
how you can do the same
I can't tell you a thing
I am chained

My ribs are cracked
my hair is all over me down to my knees
The brutish ways breathe into me
I breathe them in my lungs and choke

My head is like a hole
Just like you it's so empty and alone
And I can't tell you why
the people are so insane
I can't tell you to do the same

[b][u]sixteen lives[/b][/u]
it just started snowing
in the little foggy window in my window pane
as i sit here on my little aeroplane with my sixteen lives
it's all over the place the white on your suntanned face it's all over the place
how am i supposed to stop it how am i supposed to make it not so cold
at least i can say i tried at least i can say i'm not that tried

i'll build you a snowman someday up in the big huge sky
i'll build you a big snowman and he'll have black-eyed rocks for his eyes and black-eyed gloves
on his hands and he'll have white all over him like the angels have
just give me some time just give me some time it'll all work out as i sit here on my little aeroplane with my sixteen lives

where do we go from here where does the snow stop hitting me so cold
i'm in the sky i'm throwing snowballs from my nose in big huge cries
and look it stops snowing everytime i give myself some breathing room and look it stops snowing when i stop with all the lies
at least i can say i tried at least i can say i'm not that tried

air is the thinnest thing that we breathe air is what makes us believe and i can't have it like this
i need to get off the sky and shovel and roll the snow on the ground
i need to make it all come together and stick in my mouth

it just started snowing
it's becoming a blizzard all over my head and it's falling down so fast
all white and all clumps and all nothing that can make me feel like i can feel
at least i can say that i tried at least i can say i'm not that tried
just give me some time just give me some time it'll work out once i figure it all out

just flying this bird with the herd and letting it have its own place and its own race
just letting things fall down as bogeys in the rain as bogeys in the snow-eyed trains
just give it some time just give me some time i can sort it all out with time
just give me some time it'll all work out after i sort out all of these sixteen lives


[b][u]potholes[/b][/u]
we will bend you like a pot
crashing crushing clot
the blood in me is the blood in you
we are brothers of the same race
we are brothers in this place
we are nothing and we have no face

a vein is a twisted snake
it hisses with venom as it slithers
with no legs it beats inside its liver
crushing its teeth all over me
the vein will continue to bleed

inside my brain there is a stove
the milk is in my heart it gives me space
inside my brain there is a drain
the food is in my heart it gives me place
chop me bow me kiss my heart kiss my brain
cross the loves and cross the chains
make me a mess that is beautiful and fall over my bangs
the hair on me is the hair in you
the kiss of your lips is a reaction that's true

a vein is a twisted snake
a lie is something that's on your lips
it says to me that on my brain is the blame
but the speaking of forever is a cornea dilated in my eyes

we will bend you like a pot
crashing crushing clot
the blood in me is the blood in you
we are the men that extinguish the truth
we are brothers of the same race
we are nothing and we have no face

we are hopeless and we are romantic
under candles we eat our plumbs in our heads
we eat our dinners and kiss our beds
the beating of our hearts is another second to dead
the itchy taste of mosquito blood is what we love

we are nothing we have no face
we are angels we have grace
we are humans that long for taste
we are romantics that have no place
the ideals of us are what makes us shake
twisting collapsing a vein is a twisted snake

from this we build our lives
and through our twisted tongues we are twisted snakes
we are hopeless and we are romantic and we challenge faith
we kiss with saliva that pisses hate
we are the society that made you and make you
we are nothing
and we have no face

[b][u]little sex doll[/b][/u]
she was my little sex doll on my bed
we danced to the wall coming around our bones
the mallow mellowed our ribs and reddened our veins
she was my little voodoo sex doll that spun around my head
the mallow mellowed our voices to sweet hay
we danced the night away

she wore all black and her nails were manicured
like a tomb with sweet words

she was my little sex doll
my little sex doll on my bed

i'd call her a black star
and i'd look at all the other fallen stars
i'd count them in my mind
remove them all with staples that cut their skin

dilapidate them they sin
dilapoids that only touch the sky
satellites like meteors a sweet lullaby
dilapidate them they sin
my little sex doll has never been

my little sex doll has never been
she only breathes when it's dreams
she only coughs when she screams
she only touches my hands when i need
to have her touch is my blood i bleed

so fake metal machines
so fake as the sun is so pretty
fake phantasmagoric matter
fake fantasmagoric splatter

my brains are my traveler
to have her touch is my blood i bleed
to have her touch is the blood i pump

she was my little sex doll on my bed
she wore black and she was dread

she was my little sex doll
my little sex doll on my bed

[b][u]cannibal blues[/b][/u]
walk along walk along
the way you sing is coloringme with crayons
the green is like grass ihate watching itgrow it's so slow
wheres thesharpner yourcrayon is dull
the way you sing is coloringme with crayonsthat are unsharpened
give themsome glam colorthem with green grassandbrown sand
make themcrayola and instant likesulking hands

we usedto fly like peterpan
all the children flewwith us and came to never never land
where they nevergrew up and they never had problems
all they had werecoloring books and crayons
and with them they all made pictures of childhoods
they all lived like they should
all the children lived withus up in never never land

but what's this
what's this
we eat
babies
we eat
babies

we eat babies
we eat babies
we eat their crackled bones
we eat their petite cracker toes
we make them wear fancy clothes

we make them grow to grow
the crayons are thrown away in the garbagebasket bin
we make them eat their bones
we eat them and make them eat their own
cannibals thatused to color with crayons
used to make themcrayola and instant likesulking hands

but what's this
what's this
we eat
babies
we eat
babies

we eat babies
we eat babies
we eat their crackled bones
we eat their petite cracker toes
we pickle them in jars with dill and cloves
then we cocoon them in their heads
maggot their arms in seeds
let them fester until they bleed

all you can do you small baby is have the blues
all you can do you grown weed is have the blues
all you can do is walk along walk along
keep singing that song its coloringme with crayons
keep singing that song
and sulkwith me
grabbing my hand

we got the cannibal blues baby you and me
we got cannibal blues we sing for release
keep singing that song its coloring me with crayons
keep singing that song
and sulkwith me


[b][u]baby bones[/b][/u]
at church we worship our lord jesus on the cross
we cup our hands and eat his bread and wine
tasting the mechanics of divinity that is divine
then we all take our black goats and kiss them on the head
we eat the babies until they are dead

baptized little barbarian in his chains
came to the pool at the crucible of the church to pray
brought by mother and father today
brought to be accepted the tribal way
the chrism oil will cover you it is fragrant
you have just been born from your womb to stave
welcome baptized little barbarian in chains
at this church we worship our lord jesus on the cross
don't believe? just read the bible and its marching scribes
the marching of the pigs will eat you up in time

babies have wide eyes and know nothing
they cry at their mothers and fathers when they want
they are selfish and brats they deserve depravation and seclusion
tender hearts and brains are so easily allusioned
so easily pollutioned

we eat babies until they are dead
humping riding we give them life instead
the nature is our answer because lord jesus said
the nature is our answer because god gave us
and for him we bled

the marching of the pigs will eat you up in time
you sweet fragile meticulous chiseled swine
it is too bad that the jaws will hug you and gnaw you bones
too bad you will emerge engorged with fear and dread
they expect you to be dead

we eat babies until they are dead
humping riding we give them life instead
the single cells augmenting skeletal shred
when they grow too big to breathe young and small
we eat them and gnaw until they are dead

the new maggot that emerges has no wings
the new maggot that emerges has no skull
it is bare with its snout and tooth
it is bare with its empty head and alone

jesus will deliver you when you are grown
when you grey and rot to dilapidated drones
then the plastic earth will eat your bones
and through them the single cells
will augment a new skeletal shed
and through them
you will be dead

the marching of the pigs will eat you up in time
you will realize how meaningless it is to survive
and that the best thing there is to do as a human
is to stay alive

my baby bones are achin down the lines
my baby bones are achin all over my eyes
oh catch me from the storms
my baby bones are achin down the lines
my baby bones are achin all over my eyes[/size]
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[color=royalblue]Heard it, had to write it all out. Everyone knows it's true.
Nature Boy:

There was a boy,
A very strange enchanted boy,
They say he wandered very far,
Very far,
Over land and sea.

A little shy and sad in eye,
But very wise was his mind,
And then one day,
One magic day,
He passed my way.

While we spoke of many things,
Fools and kings,
This he said to me,
The greatest thing you'll ever know,
Is just to love and be loved in return.[/color]
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I slip in and out of death
Twisted fantasy
Of love gone bad
Intensified Nostalgia
Bliss was never as sweet
As sorrow
Whispering sweet nothings
Promising me pain
Muffled screams
Devour the soul
Monster known as man
Bleeds black
Blood in the face
Love gone bad
Burns your lips
Scabs the tongue
Teaches what
Wonâ??t be learnt
Dying miserable
Deaths
Your heart
Wrenched from its
Hiding place
You await
Its reoccurrence
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[color=indigo]Son Song

I used to dream
Of being someone else
Someone other than me
A Fireman
With a shiny red truck
Saving kittens from tall trees
But time has passed
Dreams have passed
And I have grown a little older
To be half the man my father is
Is enough weight
For my dreams to shoulder

I used to hope
Of being the best
At what it didn?t matter
I?d excel at sports
Or exceed in the arts
Just to surpass my father
But the seasons changed
Hopes have changed
And my feelings have evolved
If I could give
What my father gave
My strife would be resolved

I used to pray
To be a good man
Following examples set by others
I learned my morals
From rogues and villains
That I treated as brothers
Thoughts linger
Prayers fade away
But comfort remains by my side
For though I am not
The man my father is
The love for me is in his eyes
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[size=1][b][u]halloweve[/b][/u]
skeletons are white
in the endless abyss of the night
and they say it well they say it right
the skeletons are dead grey no matter the day
no matter what they say

the neon deathbirds flash my eyes
as i hold the steering wheel in my hands
and it is my course and i steer this land
this country that is called to us free and grand

democratic is a greeting skull
on the halloweens of every day that passes by
often wondering is the saddest face of them all
even seeing their gravestones gives me the crawls

the skeletons are white
in the endless abyss of the night
and what they say is what is right
evenly they squirm in the maggots' sight

a small fly in the corner of my rearview mirror
a smear and a smile that says to fear
seeking no truth is seeking no wrong
eating away at myself is what takes its time
the maggot weaves his grime

where there is truth there are skulls
underneath the poor soul of the earth
thralls crawl and make their dirt
where there is truth there are skulls
and absolution is what keeps us calm
absolute is what we want to have

the skeletons are white
they have gone; they have bled life

like spiders with their many legs
the spinning womb creeps to our heads
as soon as we exhale we inhale
another closer to dead
another glance to backwards
so close but instead

this neon deathbird flashes to my pupils
it dilates; and irate is my head
the largest is smallest in the fields
the skeletons have died to kill

how beautiful the way it goes
how beautiful and absolute these graves
only flies and only canes
crutches for the wickeds; the ones without names

democratic is a greeting skull
the skeletons so white so pale
and it eats at me; this halloweve
the calling of release and freedoms' ribs
how gaunt it is to live at times
how broken it is to crack my bones
squeeze every last crack to crushed groans

the calling of release and freedoms' ribs
the beating heart that is held and singed
so gentle but so wicked cruel
beasts undermine the petty fools
and too bad they are so untame
for ponies are beautiful when they cave
falling to crushed organs and chains
only crutches for the wickeds; the ones without names

the neon deathbirds flash my eyes
as i hold the steering wheel in my hands
and it is my course and i steer this land
this country that is called to us free and grand

yet the only release is through freedoms' ribs
the chains that close us so brokenly in
and to squeeze is to cough and choke
joined to skeletons where they roam
but to be so young and a pony in the fields
too early to say yet what to feel[/size]
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[color=royalblue]She's playing in my bedsheets,
Curling her tiny fingers around the cotton,
Laughing at her own game,
Peek-a-bo with the reflection of the mirror.

And I'm a sucker for it,
How lame can I get?
No worries because she's my baby,
Sistren but then so much more to me.

There's very little to stress over,
Something soothes me,
When I see my baby sister,
Playing in my bedsheets.[/color]
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