Writing Today's Poem [M -- As a Precaution]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Flowing so far,
Down to the earth,
To join once more,
With what once was.

Responding to that,
Which has already come,
Will always return here,
In my own body.

Blood trailing down,
Over my slender thighs,
Will never cease to,
Give me agonizing pains.

But it's necessary,
For this mortal life,
To keep pressing forwards,
Into the nearest light.[/color]

[Mitch]

[b]weeds in a rose[/b]
the morning was born young,
and yesterday had died
like an alabaster wall.

the day was fresh and lucent
like the clear father sun;
and the linoleum stared me
in the face.

i felt i was chasing rabbits
and all animals inane.
and gently i felt tired
from waking to the day.

i wished sleep,
and things like death,
and sleep as needed.
but it was time for the day.

the school bell chimed;
a new bell, it had recently been changed.
it now sounds more like a church bell
than rattling insane.

and here i sit so patiently
in my desk on time
with a pencil in my hand
like the clock on the wall.

i take out my book
of history
and soon am reading
the mundane text
that tells of World War.

names are all over
weeds in a rose.

they are blooming all over
the stuff of my mind.

a man named archduke ferdinand
shot in his car
with shiny spinning wheels
is shot and bleeds
and dies.
and his wife
is shot.

and dies.
faded flowers
breed long sighs.

in the mundane text
i am told that the war began
a battle
to own land.

to own pieces
of something
on a map
that never
were planned.

that never were there
ever but on paper.

my feeling is of a creative flair
burn it all. burn the papers.
no countries. no despair.

but reality
is a monster
with longest claws
that is guised
in metallic hell.
sitting, knick-knacking
the war bell.

cling cling
clang clang
cling cling
clang clang

it is deaths' voice.
he owns the land.
and europe has become
a no-man's land.

cling clang
clang cling
cling cling
clang clang

the reverberations
of an artillery fire
and a tank's howl.

and millions of eyes
and millions of hearts
and millions of hands

all lined up
ready to fight.
ready to die.

ready to own pieces
of something
on a map
that aren't
even there.

the men are pierced to the heart
breathing mustard in their eyes.
coughing and sputtering
spider eyes.
a dead man's die.

i read names
in the mundane text
and they mean nothing
to what i can't see.

woodrow wilson
is a name that is bold.
i think of heavy eyebrows
when i think of his name.
and if this is wrong to view,
or name i do not know.
but his first name
reminds me of eyebrows.
piercing, atrocious eyebrows
that are long seen.

the lusitania
singing out at sea.
a catalyst in a cocoon
made of caterpillar's hands;
the weak mice touring the land.
and german, that monster
a large tarantula walking on the sea
setting vehemence in its bite.
poison seeping, and death's night?
the cocoon opened, the mice that crawl,
diseased and dead and born.

and once born
dead.
sputtered over
to woodrow wilson's
eyebrows and heavy
to his head.

the anger
like a tree
bearing new peaches,
rotten peaches to eat.

insipid as love;
bitten nationalism
bittering word.
like skulls, all wide and open
but not seeing the reasons.
but still entering too late,
and too out of reason.
and of you, i have eaten
and tasted blood.
also i have tasted bones,
white as snow,
and as black as tar.
the goo that goes too far.

the rotten peaches
that scar.

sussex pledge
more like a plunger
stuck in america's head.
a thorn that was hidden well.

"that infernal skunk in the White House,"
the roughrider man said.
does he stink?
does he crawl in your skin?
make you shake, make you cold as the wind?
and his eyebrows; atrocious as then,
and his wide eyes; sought and grim.

"my message today was a message
of death for our young men.
how strange it seems to applaud that."
yet clap they did; and enter they did.
and soon the draft began.
so somber, wilson, so you.

and the victories;
and the losses;
and the costs
of war.
shall there be
evermore.

croix de guerre
the cross of war.
a smothering cross
to crucify human
proclivities;
the endless
natures of hostility.

christ would smile.
he died on a cross
to feel more loss.

go to november 11th
1918.
early in the morning
a paper was inscribed.

peace at least.
peace at last.
the armistice
like a lovely rose.

just blooming.
weeds in a rose.

8 million and more dead;
their skulls empty holes,
maggots that were almost flies
in their heads.

but reality
is a monster
with longest claws
that is guised
in metallic hell.
sitting, knick-knacking
the war bell.

it is deaths' tongue.

that clang clang
cling cling.
hands all crying,
all hugging,
all rejoicing.

for its ding had end.

a useless silence
that only articulated
the beauty.

no more blazing guns;
no more machine guns;
no more death.
only life.

the great war
at last
had ended.

the great war
at last
had ended.

but not the last;
nor not the end.

for,
in man
there be
certain crutches
which bleed the most.

and in man
there be
certain things
that are the stuffs
they breathe.

all of the seasons
and all of the rain.
and all of the snow
and all the flowers
in the shade.

and all of the skulls
and all the forgotten names
written in this textbook
too mundane
to let me feel what i wished
i was alive for.

tears have fell
from eyes that only cry.

and i
am not one.

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]Happy Huanted Sunshine house[/i]

welcome in
before we begin
we need to cut off your head
this house is just for the dead

take that frown
turn it upside down
this wont hurt at all
you wont even fall

*chop* all done
have fun
this poem aint over
its just on the run!

(part 2 later)

[Dagger]

Fragility should be
In the lines of bone that grace her face.
Fluted, elfin features,
Marked by uncanny strength;
Perhaps another life
Saw her as a creature of myth.
Such fantastical notions--
But you, too, would stare
At the hair that shines golden in the lamplight,
Spilling down across dark eyes,
Softening
The proverbial blow.

Her fists might be clenched. All the same,
The speaker's eyes are focused on her lips.
So pale. They speak of sleepless nights,
Forming hollow words
That hover, monosyllabic,
In the otherwise silent air.
No, she says. No. A simple sound:
One's tongue brushes the back of upper teeth
And it is formed.

~Dagger~

[Kyo no Ryu]

HHSH part 2

in this house
its time for fun
let us slaughter
everyone

lots of blood
lots of fun
happy house
haunted sunshine

diiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee
yeah yeah yeah
smiiiiiiiiillleee
yeah yeah

have fun
and die
maybe if your lucky
youll be mummified!

[Mitch]

I
tears are always crying
tears are always crying

the cry of the planet
the cry of the planet

tears are always crying
the cry of the planet
tears are always crying

an introspective
view of slaughter
in the niceities of the
open air
offers me a nice view
of the sky's carrion
and cadaver's care.

the planet is moaning
the planet groans.

dead men wander
in the fields
of corn.
children of the corn
and children of the planet.

they all groan together
they all moan.

tears are always crying
tears are always crying

the cry of the planet
the cry of the planet

tears are always crying
the cry of the planet
tears are always crying

trying to bury
what's been destroyed
in ashes
too dead
and too devoid
of emotions.
the insipid taste
offers me a nice skull
full of leeches that call
and maggots
eating it all.

tears are streams
in a mountain
and tears are dreams
in their hearts.
burying it all
in its substance
and part.

water is devoid of form
an escaper of death
with its wet breath.

tears are always crying
tears are always crying

the cry of the planet
the cry of the planet

tears are always crying
the cry of the planet
tears are always crying.

II

the sky is always full
and open and hued gold.
rich in value.

the sky has teeth
that aren't even there
clouds the prickle skin
and little hair.

one day it will blacken
with smog.
one day it will gouge you
with sticks.

it's sharper every day
eating.
feasting on nausea.
asphyxia.

the taste is good to its mouth.
and as it blisters
and as it pusses
one day its mouth will shut.

the sky is always full
but not forever.
and not never.

let us breathe the open air
as we can.

III

urbanity is in the hospital
as a car changes lanes.
the mechanic wizard
of its age.

i see its metal heart
in its chest.
that engine the sputters
like all the rest.

mechanical beetles
that scurry the bones
on narrows and straights.
this is the world alive.
this is the world died.

gasoline like lice
crawling in veins
the ribs that need punching
for getting more and more depraved.

the price for a gallon
inflates like a balloon
smushed hard
and cradled in a cocoon.

the greenness of the money
like the hair of trees.

it is growing but crashing.

when it shall end
it shall end.

IV
a grave in the woods
where children play.
the place where
death played a game.

russian roulette
with no gun
nor bang.
but with
god's name.

jesus some said,
and christ even as well.

the martyr
of hell.

V
what is left to cry
and why?

for such a fickle thing
as life
has its own eyes.

the cry of the planet?
the sputtering beetles?
the greenness of money?
a grave in the woods?

the sky is always
full of woe.

water is always flowing
in our veins.

and sometimes we sweat
and sometimes we bleed.

but other times
we cry what weeds.

to die or live
is not the question
but rather,
it is to escape death
with our machinity.

build forth?build grand?
let us breathe as we can.
for there is a grave in the woods
of us all?

that place where our hearts
shall always lie
and always beat.

and let our hearts be strong
where we belong.
let us know
that life is short.

[center]...[/center]

blood on the tracks
that falls on the steel
and is ugly, and beauty
and so free.

blood on the tracks
that melts from my hands
and is full of sweat, and moist
and so smooth.

blood on the tracks
staining all them away
like rabbits, running away,
through their fields
and scampering.

expose
destroyed and dead.
limb by limb
and two by two
we all go to the tracks
and slit our wrists.

in the host of hands
as the train runs by
they put their hands out
in bleed.

in the host of hands
as the train runs by
on all its steam
there isn't anything
but passing.

and dreams will rape you
and dreams will hug you.
and rope will bind you
and rope will hug you.

but that steel is still there
and the tracks still dripping
and the hands still slitting.

the blood on the tracks
that bob dylan knew.
and the blood on the tracks
which is you and i and all.

wll you come through?
will you be cut too?

the train
shall keep going.
and the tracks
shall keep there.

and what happens
will stain our eyes.

[Jesus Chicken]

[color=blue]
I've already been to one funeral to find out what they looked like,
I don't need to go to another,
They've had their wings clipped before they could take flight,
And were removed from undercover,

I just need to know if her word is that of truth,
is there something wrong?
I need to know what happenned to my dear Ruth,
has the time for rain come?

How could one lie about such a topic, well if they're not me.
I'm allowed to do so, don't you see?
I can understand what I mean, but I can understand the words,
no description to aide me,

You'd want to be lying, joking or something,
You'd want to be having me on,
Pull my leg, make a joke,
but don't let her be gone.[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]lalallalalalalalala[/i]

lalalalalalala
go into lalaland
lalalalalalala
this is your happy land
hapy land
in your mind
in your hands
doze off
lay your problems to rest
but if you stay to long in lalaland
youll brake away from the truth
dont ever forget the truth


dont ask

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Ravens flying upwards,
Forming from his heart,
That once was,
But is no more.

It is not her fault,
Her own soul,
Once so bright and lovely,
Is now tattered and scared.

But with that,
She will raise herself,
To another grounding,
And not be broken by life.

No she will not,
Give into that,
Those lies around her,
Caressing her ears with softness.

Instead she will,
Abandon the kindness that is false,
And give herself a new life,
Formed around strength.

Hope. Honor. Compassion.
Things perhaps forgotten,
In this day and age,
But not completely gone.

Not with her life,
Burning so brightly,
In the place of the ravens,
That tore apart his life.[/color]

[Ellester41]

MY CRUDDY POEM- Kelly K.(Ellester41)
All Alone
All alone,
Cold as stone,
A glowing light inside
Still shone.

I guess I'm here,
Well,that is clear.
But is this place
Far or near?

I think it's real-
It's so surreal.
Yet in this place,
You cannot feel.

Mad,excitement,brav'ry, too.
Sad and happy, all are true.
Why is it none
Are felt by you?

p.s. to any one who cares- I wrote this
during a very boring science class.

[RioLaskand]

She smiles a smile
a seductive glance
melting my heart
may it rest in peace

her hair flicks back
igniting her face
the light glints
off of a symmetric beauty

a word, but a soft one
traces my lips
as I look in awe
at the creature in my arms

She smiles as she nuzzles
her face to my skin
it ignites with a flare
of warmth and heat

I slide my head down
caress her hair
silky strands flow
through my tips

A touch of my lips
to fore of her head
and I am asleep
for all is calm

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]She closed her eyes,
The words his other half had spoken,
Ringing dully in her ears,
"You know you're killing him."

And her weakened response.
"I do nothing to harm him intentionally.
You know that."
"Doesn't matter."

She appealed to him mutely,
And although he understood,
There was no way to remedy,
A sadening situation.

He counseled her wisely,
To tell his other half,
The living half the truth,
And she nodded assent.

Then her ride came,
And she vanished with her farewell,
A faint whisper in his ears,
But when she was gone he returned.

While at home she heard,
The same words he had spoken,
Echoing again and again and again,
"You're killing him."

And she cried out,
Surrounded by all her sorrow,
The words that rocked her soul,
"I don't want to!"[/color]

[RioLaskand]

The light pierces my eyes
as I flow through the crowd
the cloak of hatred flashes
across a face of dull and normalcy

The building stands a monolith
The structure sound
infected with C4
placed by the hands of hate

[i]These poor fools will pay
derisive opposition
to a brilliant mind
will be their downfall

No one listened
no one ever listened...
They will listen now....
as their bones crackle in the cinders

Who will hear my voice now?
The world will see my face
The ideas will be brought to life
by those who shunned them[/i]

The cloak swishes, snapping and silently growling
as the monolith, strong and talll
ignites into fire burning bright
making graves throughout the night

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]So the confrontation,
Went quite well actually,
He spoke the truth,
And I responded.

And we agreed,
There was no cure,
And I was sorry,
Then he sighed.

There was no,
Hope for all this,
Sadness and incurable attraction,
For me here.

Then a friend,
I trust him implicitly,
Mentioned an old fact,
So he lied?

I don't know,
But I still care,
Maybe too much here,
And in now.

But I'm angry,
And just a tad,
Upset by this truth,
This new fact.

No cure.
No cure for it.
No way to make it go away,
So I face the music.[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

darn haikus

dark it is dark out
so dark at night this place is
low tide, waves way back

so mysteriouse
who knows wjat lies in the deep
but Im not down there

millions of sand crabs
white yet invisible, yikes
better watch your step

when the sun rises
dissapear the sand crabs will
farewell brave sand crabs

lots and lots of sun
the beach is so briht at day
high tide, wakes way up

[Mitch]

[b]egg of dream[/b]
dream of a dream egg
and a dream's shore in the gallows.
a yolk's yellow in the carnation of an eye;
the most beauties and the least dyed.

i have a dream
and a dream's shore in the gallows
where paradise is a land.
and i dream of a dream egg
that squashed like guts.

imagine a bug
now imagine a slug
and the trails that we make
and the slowest to born
and slowest to need.
but the fastest to die.

dream held eggs
squashing on the shores
it is dream's shore in the gallows.

the dream's shore in the gallows
and the chains that bind
and the mute kind.
and the primordial slime.

and the murderer is smiling
because he is me.

because he will one day die too.
just as my dream, an egg
was squashed like guts.

i see its yellow yolk
like cotton candy gone sour.
i see its shell
like pale death.
i see its white.
like sandy snow.

and it be all rotten
and it be chained.
chained and broken.
a dream egg.

dream's shore in the gallows
locked away
the dream's shore in the gallows

squashing on the shores.

and the murderer is smiling.
the murderer was smiling.

blood yawps on the shore
and that was a dream.

an egg almost nourished
laps away.

[b]depresseder[/b]
depresseder may i have your acquaintance
please shut up for a moment and let me speak.
i have much to say and in little time to say it.

intellect is like an inflection
and i have this tinged insemination
to impregnate your heart
for you are cold to make me so smart.

if i could have your strings,
and other such binding things,
then i would control my world.
and if i was not held to physical hurtles
i would most certainly be my own boss.

now?depresseder?get lost
i don't have any more tissues left for you.
sometimes red is as sad as blue
and you've got your grip on my throat
don't you?

let go?relax?let me speak for once.
i have come here to say my thoughts down.

it comes to one thing
and buries the rest
and this one thing,
is quite impressed.

it comes to nothing,
and numbs the rest
and this nothing,
is quite impressed.

nothingless,
somethingless,
and as i crawl
indifferent.

you see, depresseder, i don't care about so much
any longer.
i have come to the point where i don't even think
i have opinions.

i crawl around in other's skins,
see every idea for its reality,
and still i find
each side has been dastardly
and each side has been right.
and therefore, i can't seem
to find which side is right.

i see you coming to my throat?
and i'm starting to cough and smoke.

don't hold back
i've got my life to live.
we'll keep each other company
i suppose.
and we'll be ragdolls
lost and lone.

i can't divorce you though
depresseder.
you're so sweetly blown.
and i swear you take drugs
when you're sedentarily alone.

we shall take over the world
with our uncaring drones.
and ride in a car
that uses stones
for gas.

we will weight each other
all alone.

and one last thing
there is to say
and it is that i think
you are the dearest bitch i've ever known

you itch me all over till i'm stone.

[b]the RIP[/b]
i have been waiting
for too long
and the milk is old and rotten
on the counter's side.

everything taste bitter
like half-half heaves.
life ajar on its hinges.
midgets and ghouls to haunt me
the fool.

i'm the fooliest fool you'll ever know
and i bought my life in a jar.

not that you'd know
but i hold a jar.
and it be clear
as the sky;
but there is no blue.
nor white.
nor grey.

only nothing
that nihilistic dredge.

i have been waiting
for too long
and the bread is moldy and green
just like my brain.

fruition is taciturn
as it wears its tie
and goes on its processions.

i am left to stare at the stars
and contemplate my life.

i'm the fooliest fool i've ever known
RIP love you die alone.
i am the stonehedge weed.
therein a jar full of coins
and flipping them all one-by-one
i find my fortue
in a shrill of coughs.

picked some fruit but i was in my jar
something wasn't right and that's what's far;
adam and eve's magic drug
can't give me away from this slug.
crawling around and crawling away.

something else moved today.
and i almost broke my jar
and set it back where it was.

the destructors in my head
were hotlinking a literal to my bed
and singing something about scars.
those hotdead bars.
but i carried on as i always do
in my jar licking the glass
getting all that taste
of a fake world so alive.

tasty like taste.
and fruition is taciturn
as it wears its tie
and goes on its processions
in the grave.
RIP love you die alone
i'm still flipping coins
in my jar and doing fine.

sinking draining drowing bleeding dead
sleeping kissing flying falling bled.
eat me chew me spit me out
instead.

all life is to me is a jar.

i am left
to stare
at the stars
and contemplate
my life.

all life is to me is a jar
and i feel covered inside
and outside is heavy hard.

didn't you leave me where you are
didn't you leave me
where you are.

i'm waiting for the worms.
not for you.
you're too slimy
and i'm too glass.

the worms come out
in the rain and just air.
and from the sky
water has wings.

give me those wings
give me those wings.

breaking ajar to be born afar
maggots' hearts and flies' eyes
i'm in my jar
and doing fine.

[b]spin-spin circle[/b]
you spin me till i'm stone
hit me till i'm ice
and bite me till i'm lice.

happy smiles are happy men
maggots born from flies that need cradles
all crawling full of dead.
a liver here, a heart here,
and a beating brain there.

organs of despair.

you spin me till i'm stone
hit me till i'm pulp
and eat me till i'm scrap.

the lovers have a stare
that is worth all the miscarriaging care.
and so a circle is given hands
and arches and arcs and feet.
and the womb of nature that always wins.

naturity in leaves like bugs
as well as in release.
easing the lives
to repeat.

a child be born
a child be dead
a child be living
and learning his dead.

a child be maturing
a child be learning
a child be making
the circle all right.

the spinning circle of stone
the spinning circle of hands
the spinning circle of nature.

and i won't have my ways in that
and i won't have my life for that.

but i'll still be spinning
till i'm stone
still be spinning
till i'm grown.

[b]whimper[/b]
the folded newspaper
falls down on the porch
and soon a man
takes it and reads it.

"CHRIST IS REBORN," the page says
as it eyes in his face
and a picture of a man
is gape.

he eyes it with atrocious stares
and tenacious, he climbs up his stairs
to his bedroom where his wife sleeps.

soon they are talking about it
in the morning's sun
as it shines from the window.

and what a glorious day
and what a wonderous thing.

he will not put it down
and his wife will not hear it now
she is trying to sleep.

"But Darla?"

but Darla but Darla
jesus heals, god is great
all is grand and good and abate.
for jesus comes on the seventh day
of the seventh hour
of the seventh death.

and in the world
there rages
apocalyptic eyes.

Darla will not hear of him
and puts the pillow betwixt her ears.
and soon she is back asleep
and dreaming of what she fears.

the world will not breathe
but spasm and cough
and gutter a tear.

and in the end
eliot will have his earn
and a whimper, great,
will be heard.

jesus came on the seventh
day
of the seventh hour
to save the world.
for its seventh death.

but too late
is too late.

"?and Darla
that simple
twist of fate."

so jesus still stands
for what he says;
suffer for us and bled.
and the world will die on its own cross
and decrepit and nailed
it will spin and spin and spin
as it exhales.

and with its final breath
and its last heave
Darla, her husband,
all that breathes
will look at last away from religion
as all recedes.

a long desert
will take reprieve
and many skies
all over the world
will blacken in black eyes.

the whimper will bone
all hollow and hallowed
and lone.

and the last human
of the last earth
will die
crutching a bible
to his breast
proclaiming that jesus saves
like all the rest.

and pieces will crumb
and screams were never there
just a whimper, and it's to god.
to suffering on.

the end will not squeal
nor breathe a sigh
nor congeal of blood

but it shall drip
of whimpers
as the world dies
on its cross.

and in the death
a new world will be born.
where all eyes
are on their own.

[RioLaskand]

the sickening feeling
of guilt and sadness
close my lids to another world
sleep, my child, sleep

Things that happen
should not be
and yet they stand before me
I sleep, and thus, I dream

She stands, glorious
embracing my frame
looking up with longing eyes
but alas it, and she, are fabrications

In truth she is hidden
by another
why must irony
plague my fragile mind

It shatters and fragments
images and emotions
to a single image
that isn't real...

It could be real
something must give
it will be me, it will be soon
something must happen,
the soul must weep
for itself no longer

and when the waves
of unbridled adoration come rushing forth,
will she embrace, or run scared
pulled by the current of another stream?

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]Did you know that thunder is responsible for life?
It is true
Procreation is just and old wives tale
A myth, like the Pantheon or Valhalla
Sure the sperm and the egg
Join in miraculous bliss
But their union forms only a shell
It is that first clap
No, that first [i]roar[/i] of thunder
That signifies the beginning of life
When you hear it,
Shit, when you feel it
Vibrate your soul and your bones and all your cells
You feel the full spectrum of emotions
Love, hate, angst, fear?mostly fear and unfretted ecstasy
And that first roar of thunder
Is a million times more profound
A billion time more real
Than any phoenix flame or mythos of science
So forget the bell and the angel?s wings
Every time you hear a clap, a roll,
The ROAR of thunder
Drop to your knees and praise life
Or even better smile in ignorance
And [i]live[/i]
[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

taking the stairs down to Hell
wishingly
wantingly
your so-called destiny

cant wait to be there
cant wait to see there
can wait to breath there
to see if its real

solving lifes mysteries all to late
wonderaing about your fate
Is there a heaven
is there a hell
no one can tell
nobody knows
tell me the truth
where do you go?

are you a ghost?
reincarnation?
life after death?
spirit world?
tell me! Oh wat you dont know

dont believe everything you read
dont believe everything you hear
you live off of every breath
because death is your greatest fear.

[Dagger]

There are times when life brings
a bitter taste to the back of my mouth.

She is fifteen, a good student,
a cheerful daughter,
dark-haired and lithe,
with ambiguous eyes
that often mirror the color of the sea.
Not a friend, not quite an acquaintence.
All I know
is that the words flowed freely when we talked,
and I liked to see her smile.

Then, the so-called freak accident.
Were the stars angry?
Did they curse her as they wheeled
through the impassive sky above?
No, that's the fabric of stories with significance,
fate and the threads that twine, entangling our hearts.
This had no meaning,
unless it was some other hero's destiny
drawing its impetus from hers.

I used to envy her slim beauty.
Sly cheekbones, a delicate mouth;
she drew so many sidelong glances
as we spoke, walking down
whatever hallway happened to mark our meeting.

Invisible threads snaking through the air,
tugging her to the wrong place, the wrong time.
A dark compulsion.
Their call was answered, and flesh separated from flesh,
her lower lip splitting as neatly as though
cut by the surgeon's knife.
The one who told me said that she lost five teeth,
that her bones were badly damaged,
that she is still fifteen.

She's devastated.
I think with cold and spasmodic guilt
on the way I once longed for her easy grace,
her fluid gestures.
Maybe it was more than jealousy.

~Dagger~

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]die[/i]


DIE
I sometimes whish everyone would just
DIE
Leave me alone! Just
DIE
JUst go over there and
DIE
Why cant all of those people just
DIE
Why cant my whole school just
DIE
Why cant everyone I know just
DIE
Why cant everyone in the whole world
DIE
The pain is overwhelming.... I wish it would
DIE
Why does everyone have to
DIE
Why do I want everyone to
DIE
Why cant I just........
live

[RioLaskand]

For one to fall the rest must go
why must you plague me so?
I want to stay and live my life
not strained with falling and ending my strife

My life is hard, but not that much
to flirt with the wind
I dare not touch the ground that beckons
my broken soul

I twist and turn, enraptured yet
by the ledge, and bodies crashing down
to the asphalt, hard and black,
the gaping maw to consume my life

School was school, and it won't change
they fuck you hard, and stay the same
the men in suits, they slap you down
the mindless work to turn you around

The kids they turn, in disgust at your life
too weird, to different, add to your strife
why must they be cruel? Why must they attack?
I go, and I try, but none show slack

The road below screams
the solution to me
when I fall, my tears
fall behind me

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]He heard the news,
That I wanted to piss him off,
And get my even revenge,
But he heard only part of it.

If I wanted to really,
Really get back at him,
I would've done it ages ago,
But now that he's brough it up.

I can only smile slightly,
And defend myself in the face,
Of his presumed non-anger,
That really is a mask to hid it.

Cause I don't take well,
To being cheated,
And lied to,
Like the way he did.

And I won't lie back,
And let you just walk all over me,
Nor will I avenge myself,
Because where will it take me?

Nowhere I think,
And I've been told,
That I am right,
So I won't bother.

Not that I'm lazy,
But because I pity you,
That you can't be satisfied by one,
Much less survive without one for more than two hours.[/color]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo]One time
When I awoke
And wondered down the stairs
I found myself
Lost in a place
Of wonder beyond compare

From the ceiling
Hung the stars
Of the greyest bold blue skies
And from the ground
Grew trees of space
From which sprung truths and lies

And half asleep
But not yet half awake
Lost in an unfamiliar incandescence
I smelled a flower
Of aromatic idle
That warmed and flooded my essence

Huddling cold
I found a gash
A swirling parodied whirlpool
And I dove right in
And swam
Through a representation of a fool

And when I awoke
To a place of sense
I felt and odd feeling of abandon
For alone I stood
At the brink of wonder
Within creations canyon

[/color]

[Kyo no Ryu]

[i]24 ways to die[/i]

stabbed in the back
snap your neck
trip over a crack
never ressurect

slit your wrists
drow yourself
dont react
know over a bookshelf

get crushed
jump off a building
stab yourself
death is what I bring

head in TV
head in a blender
head in a toilet
choked by suspenders

press on your temple
swallow fire
spontaneus combustion
or something quicker

death of shock
eat to much
catch a disease
I dont give a duck

heart attack
hire assasins
hire ninjas
get yourself in the electric chair

as long as your dead
I dont care
as long as I see your corpse
Ill never feel dispair