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World Ends. Nighmare Begins
i saw the end of the world in your eyes
i watched as humanity met it's demise
a thousand lies fell cold and corrupt
our venomous veins cause our hearts to erupt

and the more we understand the more that we hate
about the world that we're bound and cannot escape
prayers turn to poison the minute they're born
victims become hunted when they're wings become torn

blood spattered innocence lays claim to the cure
morals snap like spines as fear fuels war
the diseases they made couldn't bring forth the grave
the fired up our heaven so their lies could be saved

and the crippled creatures you plucked from your ribs
lie crying for blood as
Broken Spirits
Peel back the covers don't you dare hide away
Don't let them be the ones to bring down your day
They want to make you feel the pain you deserve
Let you realise how much life hurts
Pull off the false front you cower beneath
Strip your soul bare, let everyone see.
Would you be so brave if you stood alone?
If your army began to erode.
Let go of life, before your demons succeed
Turn away don't let them see that you bleed
Don't fight a losing battle, don't kill your pride
Keep it with you till your soul starts to die
Show who you are don't live your life locked up tight
Go and defend all you believe that is right
Better to live an
Self Sacrifice
I'll sacrifice myself to save you your pain
Surrender my soul, before I hurt you again
I pushed too hard; I never thought you would break
But you could and you have and it's all my mistake

I'll sacrifice myself in the hope I can save
You from yourself, before it's too late
I loved you too much, you felt buried alive
But I've left you alone in the hope you'd survive

I'll sacrifice myself to save you your pain
I took it too far , now I carry the blame
I pushed you too hard; I never thought you'd succumb
To my voice in your head that told you to run

I'll sacrifice myself in the hope you can breathe
Without me beside you - I'm not
Tainted Hearts
with tainted hearts we look upon
the darkened space where stars once shone
the battlegrounds of broken dreams
that shattered hopes of love and peace

with tainted souls we step around
the men our mindset shot right down
the tattered lives that fought for truth
killed for the minds that really knew

this life will be the death of all of us
this life will equal the end
these scars that linger still remind us
that we can bleed, it's not pretend

with tainted hearts we can't admit
mistakes we've made, the blood we've dripped
the wounds of hate, that never heal
the wars we're caused that seemed so real

with tainted souls we live the s
AngelsThey do not wear golden halo's
They are not dressed in spotless white
They do not bear feathered wings
They cannot float in a starlit night

They are far from perfect creatures
They have no powers in their might
The friends I see so saintly
Are not always completely right

So why do their eyes touch me
In ways that melt my heart?
And why does every word they say
Sound like musical, magical art?

Why do I call them my angels?
How do they heal every wound in sight?
And how does every smile they reveal
Send such pure rays of light?
Life CycleI. Truthseers

"Mortality" is a word
          spoken soft in onerous rooms
          over lips thick with chapstick
          to smother
                    our truth.

Over a road twenty feet
          deep a child soars
          on creaking rusted flowers
     
Silence and Separation.If forwards isn’t working
   read me backwards
            replace my adjectives with your intent
  the plot is weak
        and my character is waning

Indent my eyes
            rewrite the marrow in my bones
           edit the blood beneath my skin
                   because it doesn’t flow quite right
          the pauses in my breath are too short
         the punctuation is lacking
               yet still I am the last word missing from
                     your story.

Come find me.
Come find me.
Come find me.

                                                           You were meant to.
Delivery of bombs as fireworksAnd this account
would begin with ‘and’
As if the preceding moments
Were profound, useless,
Held, and murmured, wing-landing on lips
Of witnesses to a history unspoken in grief,

Or determining in their draw,
Significant when traces of scar,
In stomach folded hands,
Soft in never-falling dust, redundant
In it’s hopeless mood light,

To the silence, wordless sore;
A delivery! A delivery mixed and hurled
As secretly-abstract, bombs as fireworks,
Pre-thought, and pre-forgotten.

Hardly would the passive door-slams,
Word-slams, weaken a sentence
To something coat removing,
Naked and cupping.

The stutter, long and l
catching signals that sound...a boy with two heads           and roses in her eyes
is fed                                  with thorns
and kept                             in her sides.

                a boy with two heads
 &#
Lovely Deniallightbulb
breaking
flicker, flicker
tongue
upon skin.

silent voices
speaking
through megaphones

"I love you?"
(won't love.)
"I love you?"
(can't love.)
"I love you?"

refuse remembrance
cling to sleepless
memories
of two a.m. and warmth

"I love you?"

refuse feeling
cling to faded
lovers gone

"I love..?"

refuse new life
in love and
prepare
to recreate.

"I..?"

fingers
upon skin
"I am..."
tongue
upon skin
"I am just..."
mouth
upon.
"I am just lust."

("I am remembrance refused.")

lightbulb
breaking
flicker, flicker
out.
Crouching Holmes Hidden WatsonYou're symptom superficial,
Lost in your own indescribable world
of Asians, and little lost clues.

Prosthetic lips,
and morphine kisses fill every night with desire,
just long enough for you to turn into a kid again,

Wait, when was bedtime?

--

I forgot to tell you,
that I stole your book.
The one about that rather devious man,
and his under-described apprentice.

I rather like the book,
Holmes reminds me of Alice,
in his creative mind.
always with his looking glass.

Leave the monk for something,
that might seem real outside.
More real than the randy young men,
in penny dreadfuls.

Oh wait.

It was me that got lost,
in She
Mortal Declarations of Self.She sharpens her blade
        in preparation to hack secrets from the people crowding my rooms
            such modest dress
            for such an assassin
                    slitting the throats of ghosts
                    that linger in my halls

She stalks, with light feet
Hot Tea Bad Dreams Pt. XII think it was
many months later when
I was lying there breathing heavy with that
with that salt in my lungs,
and a voice came on the intercom
like crackling and static
and somehow hollow
like a ringing in my ears
or the dust in my lungs
speaking as if
he knew me so well
speaking as if
as if he could tell

“Do you know – the difference between the air outside and the words in your mind,
with the leaves falling simple and black in the
pale white snow with the last train
leaving the station and a stale
taste in your mouth like metal,
you know what it is but you say it’s something else
and you talk to yourself,
Machinist.I am a machine.
My functions are oversimplified and misunderstood
       emotional engineering
       psychological physics at its finest
               and still I am as underappreciated as the cyborgs before me
                       who knew nothing about everything
                   
October SongsThese are not his angry streets,
Still wet and unfinished.
These gutters
Are the dream
Of a mathematician
An image of the limping right Half.
His picture was not so typical,
And his frame not so small,
Over-polished, the canvas slips
And slides from under my feet
White as any page.

If I was more the stand up man,
I'd roll my fists and Learn to
Swash about in the watercolours,
Replace all the seeds of my garden
With twisting tubes of Exploding Neon.

I dreamt Allen thumped a jazz tune
On my welcome mat to the sound of
Apples hitting the Autumn ground.

A chorus with the idle noise
Of doing-dare outside my window,

It had t
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The Only Certain Thing - Death
So everything happens for a reason?
Pawns in a bigger game; The only pieces left…
"TAKE RISKS! As long as you conform" they said,
The only certain thing, is death.

So everyone lives again,
We enter with nothing, We leave with even less…
I shall not live on "What-If's" anymore
When the only certain thing, is death.

As so the ticking grows louder,
It's mocking hands quicken their pace,
Time melts away by the second's caress,
And the only certain thing is death.

So everyone wants for nothing...
Is that why you hunger? Whilst I am full and fed…
Nothing is an issue if nothing is said,
The only certain thing - we're dead.

Dead b
Broken Spirits
Peel back the covers don't you dare hide away
Don't let them be the ones to bring down your day
They want to make you feel the pain you deserve
Let you realise how much life hurts
Pull off the false front you cower beneath
Strip your soul bare, let everyone see.
Would you be so brave if you stood alone?
If your army began to erode.
Let go of life, before your demons succeed
Turn away don't let them see that you bleed
Don't fight a losing battle, don't kill your pride
Keep it with you till your soul starts to die
Show who you are don't live your life locked up tight
Go and defend all you believe that is right
Better to live an
Suffering of All
Remove the air we don't need anymore
Spread peace as the word,
Then change it to war

Bring out the weapons,
Lets all be afraid
Fear's what we lack,
And what we betray

Bend your bullets back,
Lets go and infect
Build paranoia till it serves to protect

Remove the blood stains,
So we can die here
Gash my arms until flesh wounds appear

Mop up the blood,
From the tears that we cry
Cut ourselves loose from the chains in the sky

Play your still hand,
Along my line of fire
We wretch till we bleed,
We shake and perspire

Set fire to the rain,
It burns through the skin
We're puppets of lust, controlled by our sins

Watch me bu
Tainted Hearts
with tainted hearts we look upon
the darkened space where stars once shone
the battlegrounds of broken dreams
that shattered hopes of love and peace

with tainted souls we step around
the men our mindset shot right down
the tattered lives that fought for truth
killed for the minds that really knew

this life will be the death of all of us
this life will equal the end
these scars that linger still remind us
that we can bleed, it's not pretend

with tainted hearts we can't admit
mistakes we've made, the blood we've dripped
the wounds of hate, that never heal
the wars we're caused that seemed so real

with tainted souls we live the s

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Came The Angels

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Came the angels of tainted perfection
To line our hearts with ammunition
Adorned with twisted dreams of peace
To quell the fire of rapt ambition

Came the angels of newborn damnation
Fresh from the womb of brutal demise
Appeased with misfortune and vengeful souls
To gnaw our skin and gauge our eyes

And still, and still, the fires raged,
As victims fell to pre-dug graves.
Exiled creatures fresh from hell
Wished our shattered bodies well

And still, the roses failed to bloom
Crown with thorns, my blood consumed
Ebony blood runs cold as ice
Let loose with heartfelt sacrifice…
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thanks to Solitude-within for looking this over and convincing me to submit. hopefully you'll all like it! ..i've had a bad case of writers block for a few days, and this just came..i don't know where from or anything..i hope you like...
love always
Rose
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Mood: Scared ~Xfluffyx50 Feb 2, 2011   Writer
Chicken
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~Dontpretendtoknow Aug 7, 2009
next time you get your writer's block, all you have to do is think of the paradox in which you find yourself. you are anxious that you won't be able to write, so instead of worrying that, try not to write. try to go as long as humanly possible before you have to grab a pen and paper and just start scrawling once the urge hits again. it sounds insane but it's an actual psychological principle. once your brain gets on the track of 'ok so NOT writing is not so bad' then you will be almost instantly re-inspired.
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~starlight-silence Jun 23, 2009  Student Writer
its such a simple structure, but can be so powerful. your word choice was very good too =]
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~Jack-Lilac458 Apr 28, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
wow
i normally don't read poems on DA but this was breathlessly beautiful
amazing writer's skills you have! absolute fave on that!
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~RozenMaidenangel Mar 22, 2008
Yeah for insanity!!




I apologize for oh whatever
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~RozenMaidenangel Mar 21, 2008
them they turn into puppy's.



i apologize for my pure,uncontrolled insanity but that shit can happen when demons kidnapp you take away your T.V.
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~RozenMaidenangel Mar 21, 2008
That poem is so F**king cool!!!!!! Oh i wish i could write like that! Oh, BTW i killed the last of the goblins. Turns out if you dump soapy dish water on
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!evillittledevil Mar 14, 2008
nice
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~Dontpretendtoknow Feb 23, 2007
this was in my faves and i just went back and read it. holy. wow. beautiful.
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~SublimeTransgression Feb 11, 2006  Student Writer
I absolutely love this poem. It has the sort of twisted beauty that I admire.
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