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Does Death Hurt?Does death hurt?
When the knife digs into flesh
do you fall into your knees in pain
or simply in shock of motion?
When you slip away in the dark of sleep
does the dream still remain
as you travel to worlds unknown?
When the drugs hit your body
does your heart stop suddenly
or can you feel the imminent end?
When the noose slips tight
does your head feel heavy
and your limbs feel numb?
When the water rushes in
to the castle only of air
can you feel your breath cut off?
When the dirt piles over
and the air runs out
can you feel the choking?
So riddle me this,
oh master of death,
does it hurt to die?
Our Yellow RoomWe used to talk of everything that needed to be said
when we sat under the canopy of gold rays
gorgeous declarations of adventures to be were spilt.
We were going to get married under gold lilies
and speak of vows that we wrote for each other
while friends and family loved us together.
But when I wake in the morning because I can’t sleep anymore
the bed is cold underneath me while the lights are off
my fingers reach for a being that isn’t there with me.
The bed sheets are amber like the necklace you got me
the bedroom painted in a fit of creativity that was never finished
the wonderful color usually bouncing but now it is dusty.
‘Love, it seems that I’m sick’
you announced one day as if it was news of old
‘they say that I’m not going to make it through the holiday days’.
The yellow bedroom was less than bright
on the day that you came home with news
of things that would happen and what would change.
Your skin turned pale wi
PassionFor when the daughter experiences a first
it is the passion she feels in the night.
For when the innocent is murdered against reason
it is the cry of a nation that can’t understand.
For when the son disturbs the peace of a day
it is the rage of parents that calm his youth.
For when the music carries upon the floor
it is the color of the dress the darling wears.
For when the veil drops and all is revealed
it is the pain of truth that becomes clear.
For when the last moment is seen
it is the suffering in the eyes that shows all.
For when the child breaks the toys they cherish so
it is the shade their face turns in anger.
For when the people call for devotion
it is the color that speaks for their cries.
For when the people make for a revolution
it is the red that stains the ground eternally.
Because when the people need a reason
it is the stain of a nation that botch the pure history.
Wake up loveHush now,
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn together
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.
Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.
Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.
When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.
She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
went to this poor alone tree.
From her backpack, Little Jessica
pulled paper upon paper out.
With bits of string and tiny fingers
Little Jessica attached every single strip of paper
to the branches of that leafless tree
as high and far as she could reach
until the dry branches could no longer be seen.
When she was done
Little Jessica surveyed her work,
proud of the job
STOMPStaggered steps cause the earth
To shake under a vast girth
Ominous rain, light, fire, and fear
Monsters running for the next tier
Poetic deaths to fuel whimsical mirth
Yesterday Was 100 Years AgoWhat I wouldn't give to have last year back...
If only for one day.
Have the laughs I had, and not be racked
By the pain and loneliness from a lifetime away.
What I wouldn't give to try again,
To listen and understand.
Better stories and pictures to remind me of my friends.
To be back as we'd began.
My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
Train to NowhereI'm on a train,
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.
It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?
I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.
Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.
I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.
So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?
Alone, Never AgainAlone
Wandering through the fog
with no light
I see a glow
Far away, faint
but it comes closer
and, holding the light, I see,
Slowly DyingI want to tell you, that I like you,
but I can't, you seem confused about your own wishes,
I try to help you,
but you give up so fast,
I want best for you,
but you won't let me close enough,
I care so much for you,
when I can't do much to help you,
I feel useless, I don't like myself anymore.
All I want to do is to make you happy and loved.
If only you knew how much I care...if tears could explain...
I can't do this anymore, at this point death seems like a solution.
Don't Die On MePeople tell us that we are weak
They don't know what we've been through
So if they can finally see
What we've been through
They would surely change their minds
The words "don't die on me"
Bring back horrid memories
I don't want to wish
I don't want to scream
But I wish you were part of me
So tell me how you feel
Cause I want to know the truth
So don't die on me
She was on her back
Whimpering in pain
Nothing could ever prepare us for this
But we knew that she was losing to death
Will you ever be able to tell her friends
How she died
"Don't die on me" the healers uttered
"Don't die on me"
You whispered to your lover
As she took her last breath
I found it hard to watch
But it's never easy
To see someone who you love die
When will I ever get to see
Why I'm in this fight
With a man with monstrous strength
This will never end until one of us has dies
And I can hear someone say
"Don't die on me"
I blink as my world explodes in pain
I look at the sword sticking out of my chest
I wonder how it
Change: MyselfYou gave me sweet gifts
On Valentine’s Day.
You gave me cosmetics
On my birthday
Told me it’s good to try new things.
Started to force your opinions on me
Wanted me to let my hair down
Made me trade my hoods with straps
Asked me to try mini skirts
For a change.
I hated chocolate.
I never wear makeup.
I hated baring my skin.
Skirts don’t suit me.
You wanted me to change.
But there is more than just appearances.
And it is time you know…
I would never change myself
If you really loved me
You’d like me for myself.
You wanted to manipulate me.
So go get a doll instead.
I’m telling you,
Right here, right now.
If I changed who I am,
It’ll be for my sake,
Beauty is only skin deep.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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