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"Closure"
A sterile warm sheet i dont need for this,
I prefer cold its much more comforting,
completing me, always a friend, a bliss
The abyss here nothing escapes its claws.
Just like the hand i had on her thin neck,
She snapped in three places but I didn't.. at all
Hmmm straps- kinky- expensive- I'm going hi tech.
I'd rather hang like a man: proud n tall!
It's not humane they claim.. who cares? why not!
To stare into their eyes will thrill me silly.
The black bag wont bother me, not the least,
I've used one before, to kill.. "Lilly."
Its not crime when you dont have a conscience,
Its not sexual to relish control.
All men do this its only com'on sense,
A man wants what he does - not what he's told.
And what I did fulfilled Me even till now.
And through this one-way mirror I see
Myself in Them relishing this moment.
Hypocritical parasites in ecstasy-
I'm the feeder dispensing their pleasure,
A cocktail, how fitting, and needles to
Inject it as my death drunkens them in
Their indulgences of my demise.
I've seen the light I'm a messiah they are
Disciples for dispensing this gospel,
This fascination with pain in others.
They call it closure I call it creation.
Should have told my lawyer not to bother
Pleading a deal its just not my doctrine.
They wait too long to bring it on! come on..
I must complete the ultimate sacrifice,
The last supper, blessings, now, everything.
I've lived by my message, should be how I die.
108 seconds to ascension. The phone rings...
 
EmpireKing said:
yup....name it Trini Spice :p

Power To The Poet


I see the world through the eyes of our words,
We are as one,
Tossed into the vision of the Gods
We become prophets of profit
Providing well placed positivity upon our poignant posture.
We act as the backbone,
Rope ladder helping others to reach others
Inspiring others to teach others
Erasing the incumbent need to leech off others
So others can use speech and finally be heard by others.

I am a poet,
A writer,
An artist,
A welder,
A wordsmith.
Our art of melting down the truths and lies
Helps us through words to bring to our eyes
What we need.

I am a poet,
Ready to challenge society with my words,
Ready to deviate from the socially inadequate
In our country.
I am a writer,
Ready to spread my witty worded wings of wisdom
Across our nation.
I am an artist,
Ready to fill the ugly cracks in our country's canvas,
Ready to give this nation back its original beauty
Through images of love and hope for a better tomorrow.
I am a welder,
Ready to close the gaps created by
Years and years of racist inefficienies and class alienation,
Ready to unify and join all opposing parties
And once again bring peace to this separated nation.
I am a wordsmith
Carving out a new future with every lyric
I try to find again
A place I once called home.

Breaking through invisible barriers,
I am a poet
Screaming out from the crowds
"I am a poet"!!!
Shouting out words of change
I am a poet,
And also human.
Crying on my knees
I emancipate every thought of freedom
I stand and sound the call for others to follow,
Stand and speak.
And make a difference
As poets
Writers
Artists
Performers
As people.
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this should be our poet anthem... :clap:
 
goood lawd.....plenty tabanca here ......lol....buh .....I guess it's how we feel from time to time..........even the son of Odin

I Surrender

I surrender in this life,
I have lost the war.
Emptiness filling me,
I beg the gods, please no more!

I shall live,
wishing to die.
Looking for a rising sun,
in an non-existent sky.

As I stumble and fall,
my brother picks me up.
A cracked vessel I was,
soon becomes a broken cup.

And I watch the drops of my soul,
fall away from my hand.
None shall see me again,
not god, not beast, not man…
 
Life Is A Prison
by Puff
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.

Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.

Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.

Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.

Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.

Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.

Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.

So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?

You can't.
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I do not own this poem i was searching thru and i found it by someone ...what you guys think
 
Though I feel this way oftentimes.. I disagree COMPLETELY.. Life is FUN I know it is!!! Good poem :) I like the full rhymes and versification this person has innate talent. I hope they dont always feel this way. I see alot of myself in that poem. I have hope this person will move on from this stage. Cuz that poem is adequate in its take on masking depression.. depression sucks.
 
Yeah the reason i posted it up is to be opposite from this poem..always think positive in anything you do..God want us to be happy
 
But because the person wrote this doesn't mean they want to feel this way. The best personal poems tend to explore the strong and hard to cope with emotions and situations. Facing the negativity help you get past it. Not all poems are meant to record some are meant for release. I think this one is for therapy lol. Most of ours are too :)
 
Up i know some are to relate feelings and let go of past and many other things. but i think this one was written by a depressed.
 
crash meh Decepticon.........almost killin myself ........but d Norn sisters say otherwise....

Not Now, Not Today

I looked into Death's face,
she wanted me to stay.
Into her cold embrace,
not now, not today.

She sings many songs,
dead sonnets of decay.
Yet I'm pushing,
some how, pushing away.

I stood silently,
not running away.
Not allowed to pass,
I bow, only to pray.

Now I see them,
lost souls at play,
I will not follow,
not now, not today…..
 
Hey Odinson good one! :)
Hypostasis.
Neutrinos are like dreams, they both die young,
Memories, antimatter: all are wrong,
Skipping black holes else I'm sucked down and die.
I've found Myself near able to defy
These strange gravities increasing My traits,
And climb out of these steeply falling states.
But strong nuclear force keeps My confused core
Captured and complicated by a law
No one dares explain but swiftly defends.
Alone I'm left to mend unending trends.
Caught knotted up in a lucifer ring,
Encompassing all is My suffering.
But I'm unifying theory to truth.
An Einstien combined with a master sleuth
Is My only constant, Christ, companion.
Wrangling, searching thoughts to agree on.
Finding meaning in megastars to mere
Molecules, With Him I have no new fear
Of eventualities or extremes
Or normalities in this world, it seems,
I, need no material, only space.
All I subsist on, His energy; grace.
 
Today you're here,
Tomorrow, we're unaware.
I've opened my eyes tonight,
I'm seeing the world in a whole new light.

I'm sorry i took you for granted,
Now I'm facing the consequences,
Because today you're here,
And tomorrow we're unaware.

My heart's fallen,
My life was a daze,
Something like a dream,
I'm sorry it took your tragedy,
For me to open up my eyes and see,
How nasty and cold this world can be.




R.I.P
Grandad #1- because without you i wouldn't have the daddy that i do!
Grandad #2- If it wasn't for you, that doggy would have ripped my face off!!
Uncle Paul- I wouldn't have had anyone else to be there at my school when my parents couldn't. august 2007
Aunt Gaynder-[Yes she was named after a flower] If you weren't there, growing up would have been boring.june 2008
Shawn- you were everything and more a cousin should be, i miss you cuzzo. july 2009
David- The funniest cousin anyone can ask for, your laugh can lighten up a room. august 2009


I'm sorry it took a poem for me to let you know how i feel when i could have did this in person. It was very silly of me and i apologise.
 
its okay. i do not know what to say but i hope u feel better and if you need us we are always here
 
thanks, i just feel like totally disappearing the so called "family" I'm around can't compare to the one's i lost -_-
 
Friendz Forever

at first i had no1 to call 'friend'
i thought i had no1 to stick with to the end
i alwayz thought i waz alone
standin by myself like i waz stone
ive had lotz of ppl who call themselvez my friendz n my life
but some betrayed me, stabbin me n da bac with a knife
ive known u for 4 yrz.
you kno me from the bottom of my feet 2 da top of my earz
u kno my mindu kno im 1 of a kind
u dont think im strange
& u kno i wont change
othaz c wat they c
while u see da real me
u r there 4 me n every possible way wat more can i say
u r da 1 i can call friend
we'll stick together till da end
u're da best friend around i kno how dat soundz we'll b friendz forever
u'll keep me down 2 earth lik a tether
 
WOW!!....good one dey.......
 
Meh

These very words you should not be reading.
It has no purpose the pretense they indulge in.
Reason and meaning are lost, forsaken.
No patterns they show only vague in divulging
Remains of secrets neither revealed nor taken
In confidence, distrust or intrigue wanting feeding.
The writer's cold core rusted and rotting
Entraps and cages all emotions, the rabid
Cannibals, who eat the soul which spawns them.
Tearing always breaking inside he is ragged,
He winds up and shackles his hurt in this poem.
Yet none will ever know why these words reveal nothing.
 
simple questions of insane rantings of gods...........




A Nameless Lie

I am here,
not knowing where.
Who am I?
a nameless lie.

What do I feel?
Is this real?
Should I care?
Please! Don’t stare.

What should I do?
Beginning's anew.
Who do I see?
My bondage, the free.

Where do I go?
Everywhere I know.
Tell me why?
I stare at the sky.

What I'm looking for?
A window, a door.
Why do I weep?
Just want to sleep.

I am here,
tired of fear.
Who am I?
A nameless lie…..
 

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