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MonstersWith such imagination so grotesque
And beguiled only being able to prey on the
Immortal innocent slaves just to devour them
At present…

Soulless walking invaders creeping the
Desolate facets with their devouring quiet
Burdensome minds, stalking the very outskirts
With little lubricants of time following them
As they go by….

With such subduing thinking that there brilliance
Only to be perfected in time with little ease at best
Such little monsters so lost and opinionated, spying
Only to flaunt their weird obsessions of taunting perils,
Just lurking non-entities filling up the world with they’re
Crude schemes…..
I Miss YouStarting, forgetting, plundering
Creeping in the remnants of emotion
Every memorable facets of yours, locked
Away in this lost contemptible mind of mine,
Buried in subtle darkness, only passages of time
Ever so passing by, so few little words to say, but
So hard to speak out, of this broken box of mine…..
Pills
Open in the mists of distant
Presence, one, two, three
Enticed to feel reborn again….

Whole bottle at a glance
Just a waste of flesh,waiting
To pass over,a figment to blind
The soul,to sudden death…..

Befalling,remaining,suffocating
The remnants of the prolonging
Immortal soul……

Painfully enslaved, all tied up
Through the hands of the doer,
Just rolling around in the merciless
Depths of the mind…….
Shattered MemoryFrozen with no
Warmth at all,
Nothing to warm
The scarred soul....

Listening to the
Passing ticks of
Time pass by in
The circumference
Of the world.....

Scream shout
Till the light went
Out, only till eyes
Were to open up...

Mattered not nobody
To hear the perplexed
Cry’s out......

Hidden in darkness
With a faint light
To see, going off and
On whenever it pleased.....

Black and blue like
The remembrance of
The suppressed night sky.....

Not to think as a dream,
But a nightmare that’s ever
So real and is now just
A shattered memory in the
Mind.....
DepressionTo go back in time and come to the
Person I once was, would be a dream
To the doubtless facets of my mind….

Experiencing such a rush watching
Mute colors fade into black with
No light to see ahead, to toddle and
Struggle at your feet, only to think of how
To survive in this world underneath my feet…

With only a shell to cover the, quaint
Outskirts of my body, I am not sure how
Long I can take these voices inside my head
Telling me reality just isn’t enough, that
Death is only a way to escape and go out…..

These tears are dropping fast covering
Me up, making me only deteriorate and
Fall deeper into the realms o
Foot StepsI could hear every anonymous step,
The sound only to send chills up this
Quivering spine of mine, with only my
Heart racing with lubricants of time….

One foot in front of the other
With only more to come and follow
Faster, and faster they seemed only
To come toward, only to hear the
Remnants of the wooden floor…

With only minuscule lights to guide
Through these desolate halls, with walls
Clenching my soul, as they seem to cave
Me in, no glory enthralled, no pity at all, only
A shadow, to paralyze the depths of my soul…..
ElevatorOnly to walk in on so many faces
Trapped in a confided space with
People gazing down at you with
The promiscuity of their lurking
Eyes and facets...

To conceal my lofty emotions
In the presence of such like
A box without hinges I do so
This way, and nobody can see
Them for they are locked away....

Feeling only those around me
Making me want to go back and
Hide in a corner some place, as
Such they seem to only swallow
Me up inside and I cannot escape
This place....

For this phobia is concealing and
Taking over me, with everything
Dull with silence, is only making the
Matter worse it seems, to some only
Viewed as acquired transportation&he
Essence of the WorldThe world came in so beguiled and inexplicable
To the eye so full of life, yet so full of terror…..

To some a chance for a new beginning, and for
Others only to in essence, view the world as a
Forsaken place bound to humanity no less…..

The world and those in it, as if a key to open
Unbounded treasures that we can only see
To find for ourselves, in this world we live in….

Through the configures of our mind the world
Can surely come alive, instead of viewing the
World as a circumference of lurking insanity…..
Self-MutilationWhat words, what corrupting little words,
Why do these sinister letters make up these
Death defying words....

What do they know if, they have not
Experienced participating in such words
If only they could really understand....

How can they ever comprehend, such a
Beautiful quaint thing, when others only see
It as a destructive rage to one being so.....

To putrefy one's flesh in the hands of the doer,
What brilliant words put together, but with what
End to its meaning, that I shall never really know,
Maybe I will tell you when I am finished….
The Silence KillsTaunting smirks
Deafening Laughter
Only adds to the pain
More after....

Passing through
Halls, distant eyes
Staring and beaming
Down, only to be
Afraid ever more so.....

Not wanting only
To have certain
Ones apart of there
So called society......

Only wondering
But cannot hear
Words being so
Passively spoken.....

Maybe to see how
It felt, to see how
Being a victim of
Such silence can
Be so abusing to
Oneself….
The WaterI came up from the dark without you
Hoping you would pull me away from
The darkness, but I could not feel you..….

Everyday has been surrounded in shadow
The tide seems to keep pulling me in
When I only want to get out, just to reach you…..

I have begged the essence of the water to
Get me to you, but it does not seem to listen
I cry out, but there is no one else to talk back or listen….
If You Only KnewIf you only knew, if you could comprehend the
Loss I feel for your beautiful soul, how precious
You’ve become in this diminishing heart of mine
Maybe you would feel it too….

If you only knew, how much I falter in trying to
Remember you and the times, we’ve had, how
Many tears have fallen since that day you left
Giving no more hope to this soul of mine maybe
You would feel like plundering too…….

If you only knew, how much you inspire me
So maybe you would think twice, and come
Back to me now, so I can look upon the nature
Of your face, and not the memory you left in the
Depths of my mind…
YouYou put up with me, when I had my doubts
About various things of reality, and brought
Me back to earth, when I was lost in the
Depths of space...

You helped me see the light, and pulled
Me out of the darkness, when no one else
Would care to lead me and show
Me some direction....

You were always there to console me,
When I needed you most, when all my
Tears had lead out, you were the one
To make sure they would not return....

You were the one I could confide in,
When there was no one else around,
But whom should I turn to, to confide in,
To carry on with, now that you're gone?
Little girlLittle girl why do you mock me
So through my windowpane
Haven’t you had enough fun....

Little girl why do you stare
As such with your child like
Eyes don’t you know they are
Creeping into my bewildered soul.....

Little girl why do you laugh, hide
And play so longingly, haven’t I had
Enough of these quiver some games....

Little girl why don’t you go play
Your little games somewhere else
Didn't you ever learn to play alone.....

Little girl please go away
Take your whispers, and go
Back into the shadows from
Which you came, so I can have
Some peace of mind, there is
Nothing more to say….
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Uncalled for AffairsYou deceived my heart, as I try to justify what I could have done
To still hold on to you, would you still have left with your blackened
Whereabouts, for fear of discovery?

My esteemed affection for you has not altered, but you
Have broken my sense of gripped bestowed trust, using me so
Low and making me abominably ill, we started out as lost souls,
Coming back to earth, with intertwining pondered hearts, but you
Left me, and now I’m back in the dark.....

I have lost my bloom of a fluttered heart, because you longed for
Someone else, just to fulfill you’re selfish needs, and terrible enough
It seems, I found you guilty with a
Mutual AffectionNo voice divine, can change my longing
Purpose, however there is always something
Wanting, just like grey skies, coming across the
Dampened sea, indecisive and appear whenever
They please….

Can the soul really be satisfied with sustained mutual
Affection? love is immortal and come about, as a flower
Blossoms from a seed, when watered through time can
Turn into something quite beautiful..….

Boundaries of patience, feelings of doubt, enclosed with a
Burning desire, is that what we really want out of mutual
Affection? much can be expected, but can lead to no suitable
Direction, undergoing love in less shunned exulted grounds&h
The RiverI lived next to a river, the river was where I spent my days and basically grew up, it was tranquil and blue as ever. When it was calm the water looked like glass, and as clouds rolled by, it looked like there were two worlds staring face to face with one another. So beautiful, but beauty can turn to a disaster so easily. In the water it was dark, and without caution could take away a life, right before you’re eyes. The river was full of shattered memories, but upon those, there was good, some of which I could remember, just thinking about those memories made me smile.

I would always sit and listen to the earth, and watch the moon glis
InjectionSo vile and morally sinister, what a dark disrupting poison, giving
Away to silence and paralyze the soul, with only the light to go from
My eyes robbing elegance and turning everything into shades of dark
Elimination….

Injected into the skin, with no mercy intact, pressing down so hard
To see blood oozing out, everything beginning to insanely vanish
Cursed to remain trapped in a locked tomb, with solid bars, and light
Beaming down on you…..

Heart racing to a pulp, only to see shadows everywhere no purity,
Or compassion presented out to the blinded, only to laugh and
Scurry about, as if to play, hide and seek, but I am not one
Just Lock Me AwayIf you locked me in a room, and just gave me a quill pen and paper I’d
Show you the world through my eyes, which can only be possessed with
My fingertips, of which I would write upon hours’ end so maybe then you
Would see the colors of which you enjoy, turn to hymns of begotten darkness….

Frightened like a child you would run if you read how my acquired thoughts
Turn into tears of blood, would you still want to read the words? only madness
Knows my name, and nobody else can seem to understand the depth of what
Torments my very soul inside…..

The agony of which preserves my body, and that of which inside, go ahead
If I Should Die?If I should die? now isn’t that an eerie deluge of a question, isn’t
That what we all should fear, death an abandonment of the soul,
An unpredictable fate that presumes over us all….

With nothing left but only to fear, just a darkness waiting
And stalking our very feet never to set us free, only to take
Us away from reality……

If I should die? what would happen should I just be a forgotten
Memory in this weary presuming space of a wasteland, just to
Put me in dirt, or cover me in satin, or burn my flesh, till you see
My ashes, is that really something to write down on a list, is that
Really something to thi

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Love is a suicide

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Why do we seek to
Find love and fall under
Its spell, when love is
Just a suicide, waiting
For its next moment to
Strike you down…..

Feelings so precious
Then can fade to sudden
Darkness, just for one’s
Pursuit of momentary
Happiness…..

Love is everlasting
How can that be
Said is that really
A devoted promise
To tell….

Love is a scandal,
Can cut like a knife
Can just cause a
Person to run and hide…..
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Mood: Love ~AngelicIceShadow Mar 14, 2013
This sounds like a heartbreak poem because this is usually how someone feels when they go through heart break, knowing I'm one of them, I can really understand this poem it feels like I could relate
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*Bewildered-Scribbler Mar 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yea it makes me wonder about love between another cause in an instant it can go away like that and then your left just shattered=(...but Im glad you like it=D
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~AngelicIceShadow Mar 14, 2013
Trust me I am cautious about love as well because some are afraid to love because they don't want to get hurt. It is true that you could love someone and then they just leave...like its nothing ;__; trust me I know the feeling my friend
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Mood: Affection *Bewildered-Scribbler Mar 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yea:ashamed: Im one of those people who are afraid to love I have to say so myself...Ive had my heart broken so many times and love is just something lost in the depths of my heart, but Im glad to know someone understands how I feel:}
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Mood: Compassion ~AngelicIceShadow Mar 14, 2013
Awwe :iconbutbutwhyplz: blarg you are just made of huggableness. If you everyone want someone to talk to then I am here for you :( promise!!
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Mood: Obsessed *Bewildered-Scribbler Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
HahaxD huggableness:giggle: Aww thankies very much:huggle: that means alot:happycry:
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~AngelicIceShadow Mar 15, 2013
:glomp: yesh I love huggles and of course anytime ^-^ I won't let you down that is for sure
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*Bewildered-Scribbler Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
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~breathinbreathout Feb 23, 2013   Writer
i rele like this one
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Mood: Neutral *Bewildered-Scribbler Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, Im glad you like it:aww:
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