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A Puppeteer in Spider's WebHe uses and abuses and only plays to conquer
Her venom solely matched by grace, she is a gorgeous monster
He loves to tie his victims up and leave 'em high and dry
Her prey she likes to play with, a spider catching flies
He controls their lives and they dance for his delight
She spins her web around the fools too entranced to fight
They meet perchance one sullen evening
His last toy cracked, her meal still bleeding
He spots a doll of heaven's lore
Gliding on the porcelain floor
He can't believe his luck to find
A gorgeous pet to hurt and bind
She drops a strap to show some skin
And works her hips to draw him in
Out the corner of her eye, she spies her food slithering closer
With wire wrapped on fingertips, he grins as he approached her
"May I have this dance," he asks with superficial charm
She nods to the stranger, unaware he means her harm
He ties the strings around her wrists
She hides the blade inside her fist
And thus the twisted games began
She obeys his hands commands
He dips he
A Toad ExplodesKiss a toad and watch it explode
It's waiting to bust, add lips, it erupts
Not into a prince but to bloody chunks
And all that remains after fire and flames
Are three main organs: Heart, penis and brain
And the brain explains how you must be insane
Trying to control or contain what flows in your veins
You are what you are
Not a comet or a star
Never above the bar
But on par with the rest
Nothing but preference between you and the best
So don't second guess what's already illogical
You're humanly prodigal in every single follicle
Build on your brand, make it the grandest
Take what you can little man life is cold
but that's not the story the heart wants told
The heart composes what you hold in your soul
Let love be your goal, it eternally flows
All budded roses one day unfold
See the beauty encoded in her petals
Know no other rose will show love so special
And expose an aroma so pleasant
And no it can't be bought or sold
Only earned and owned
Let love be your blessi
Living DeadI awake with worms crawling inside, dying from infection
My gut dug into, fractured ribs, missing some intestines
My jaw is broken, hanging open, I'm blind in both my eyes
Limbs locked by rigor mortis, a pitchfork sticks out my thigh
The only pain I feel is a constant aching hollow
Impulse to fill the void has me in search of ones to swallow
I hunger for the living... I've lost my grip on sanity
Cravings control this corpse to turn on crying family
I'm all regret and rot, they're blood and snot and tear bubbles
I wish I could resist... but the empty sickness doubles
I bite into the necks of the ones I once protected
Chew away their flesh and leave their pleas neglected
I can't escape the filth ingrained in skin; it stains my mind
I'm covered head to toe in wounds, bloody brains and grime
Cursed to feed again, no end until I've lost my head
The night is haunted by the marching genocidal dead
ProcrastinationDon't slip on slopes you spilled your hopes on
Don't poke holes while you float, now your boats gone
And you'll sink
And you'll slide
And I'll watch
While you die
Procrastination is the poison I endure
Compare work to masturbation, solidation's not the cure
I tried to find some friends who offered motivation pure
But they're just as trapped as I am, lazy and insecure
I speak to echos seeking exits out my mind
I can't escape the cycle, spinning wheels and wasting time
Reality is vexing, rationality declines
I suspect consensus keeps my consciousness confined, 'cause
Every time I think of busting out my scalp
I get a visit from mistrust and doubt...
They tell me not to go that route
Just tough it out and adjust my pout
And leave behind everything I can go without
So I dump my friends, wear the fakest of grins
My hollowed head spins around cake I wanna win
Put it on my plate, say my grace, let's dig in
Before realizing my mistake, I'm alone again
So without the drive, or work ethic to pre
Poetry in MotionPoetry is the heart's locomotion
Sparking emotions that stir up commotion
Poetry speaks of devotion to thought
Crossing oceans of pain to reach a peace potion
Poetry is both form and function
A raging love storm or voice of compunction
My very life depends on poem consumption
To release the rage brought on by presumptions
And it flows through life in that very same vein
The blood that flushes out heartfelt pain
So I count it a blessing to run with words
To swim with mermaids and what else absurd
It offers escape from the burdens in life
A way to put structure to struggle and strife
Making the raw and intangible real
These rhythmic words tell what the heart feels
Won't Give InI conceived dreams that I will see completed
I won't be seized or defeated by my grievance
I could never cease with such powerful beliefs
Backed by flowers and the trees
That I feed with my achievement
Triumph is the seed that I shower with success
So why would I shade it with my doubts or my distress?
I'm blessed to bring tomorrow
A better role model
To whoever will follow my message
The tears that fall from my angst and sorrow
Grow fruit for the future to borrow
Swallow your hatred and hollow amusement
Save your "sorry" for those who can use it
I'm not moved by your foolishness
My tool is from the true legit
I promised him that I will not lose it
Broken DreamingDressed dour
Car won't roll
From where it's parked
Socks with holes
And tattered scarf
Towards his goals
His feet will march
Through the cold
While mother's stare
But he don't care
Lights don't flicker
No frost to bear
Work is quicker
With a prayer
Day after day
He sat and stayed
In this library
Writing out his dreams and visions
Peers abandoned his ambitions
Change the world with wit: His mission
He won't quit. What's your decision?
Hidden in my CellarI hear the creature beating down my cellar door
With a hellish roar it yells, "Let me in little lamb"
It's massive form is swelling up the floor
Spikes stick out the boards, and no more
Can I ignore the callings of the damned
Forged by sorcery, summoned by forbidden arts
Its only function is to tear apart my fragile heart
Evil looms outside my room wanting suffering unending
I feel the chill of doom, impending death from one so empty
Locked away behind an ego with its hinges bending
The door is dented and I'm fearful it will soon gain entry
The cruelty it promises expressed in every moan
"No! I won't allow you to roam free on your own."
I take the gun the angels lent, and blast the monster back
It only laughs while nauseous gas seeps out the smoldering crack
The poisonous fog thickens until I'm bereft of sight
And I've lost the will to fight when the tentacles attack
Its tendrils tighten, binding me; I'm left breathless and blind
The entity submerges me inside its tainted mind
I cry wh
AddictionBroken hopes have roped them in
Cravings spoken by their sins
Savings spent to dust again
Actions fueled by greed
Soaking tongues salvate and savor
Rocket highs and potent flavors
Trading pockets, friends and favors
Taste buds start to bleed
Neighbors who trusted each other
Backstab and sell out their brother
Just to taste that devil butter
A sea full of misdeeds
Shaking in anticipation
Can't escape the situation
Hooked in by their desperation
Your system wants to feed
Addiction cracks the sanest mind
Polluting thoughts from the inside
Corrupted souls commit the crime
You can't deny the need
I will Love YouI will love you as the writer loves his pen
And as the pen loves her affair with the paper
As the paper loves my story
And as the story loves the lips of its speaker
I will love you as one pair of lips loves another
Greeting in a kiss
Shy and tender
I will love you as tenderness loves reassurance
A hand on a shaking shoulder
I will love you as the hand loves to be held
Cradling the heart of a soul mate
As the heart loves fondness
I will love you.
I. Can't. Take. It.I thought what we had was friendship quite true.
But what's worse is I can't seem to get over you.
I thought I could stem the inevitable pain,
But it turns out my efforts were in vain.
Life goes on and you don't seem to care,
But as for me, my mind's just not quite there.
You were the friend I haven't had for so long,
Like something from a dream or a sappy country song.
You knew what I meant during my mindless chatter,
And you seem to make every sad story matter.
But you dropped away, in a heart-wrenching fall,
Making me wonder, "Did I matter to you at all?"
Was it something I said? Was it something I did?
I hate having to say this since you think I'm a kid.
But I worry and wonder and pray all the time,
Hoping against hope that you're alive, well, and fine.
I hope you remember the time that I said,
"Don't ever feel like we can't talk silly head!
I'll always be here to listen and learn,
To think you'd just leave honestly makes my stomach churn."
Well now you've don't it, just upped and
Love makes us do crazy thingsLove makes us do crazy things
And it has affected me the worst.
I love you so, but you're killing me -
Clipping the wings that yearn to fly so high
And shattering a heart that needs to be whole.
I do the things
You ask of me,
And sacrifice so much
To keep you all happy, and safe in my arms
But all you do is fight me.
What have I done
To deserve this pain? I wonder.
Have I said something to push you, hurt you, make you sad?
No. Idon't remember doing such things.
Maybe my memory is faulty,
And I stumble to keep up and fix mistakes we both have made.
You live your life in happiness, while I stand at the sidelines wating
To help you if needed, ignoring my heart and what I feel, hear and know
Watching to love you again and help you back on your feet.
My own thoughts are useless to most, and I don't mind as long as you're near
To keep you in my heart and to let you know that I exist.
My ghost is there, as I fade away
To nothing and die
ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.
Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.
I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.
You should have put down your fear,
You could have stayed.
I'm done chasing.
I've stopped running.
Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?
I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.
Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.
A real manHe takes me by the arms,
shakes me like a rag doll.
Does that sound like a real man?
He's guzzling alcohol by the bottle,
gettin' so drunk he barely stand.
He grabs his keys and leaves out the front door.
Tell me, is that what a real man would do?
He's going out to fight his friends more.
It's too bad this is routine for you.
he sold his soul to the devil.
A real man wouldn't touch such pain.
When he was young he wanted to be a rebel
now it's all to lose, nothing to gain.
This is what the demons have done
to a boy who wanted to be a man.
He took one sip of the bottle for fun,
sold his soul to the eternally damned.
Summer of the ForgottenLights in the sky,
Another summer night alone.
As I think about what all has transpired,
The lights fade, darkness comes in, and rain washes the dust away.
Am I here, or am I the ghost?
She crosses my mind again, lamentations commence.
A sorrow still breathing.
Seeing the mistake drawn in a portrait... internal weeping...
Her face in my mind, the night we met again.
The question asked before, causes the heart to search,
For the answer once more, and the night became still thereafter.
Isolated from the world.
Emotions flood in from the river, drowning the forest in its wake.
As I see those words she's written,
“I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow. “
The answer from before became clear.
She's forgotten me...
Beneath a gravestone with no name.
Translucent glass upon the moss.
The trees near it whither, and die,
And no flowers were left, for my passing.
As I lay in the grave, I see her again.
Thrusting out my hand, her eyes turn away...
"She is gone, never t
I Am YoursLeave it to him
The one who's all steam
The one without a dream.
He'll take you home
To his castle of chrome
To be his imperfect clone.
Give him what he wants
He smiles and he taunts
He laughs and he haunts.
Force those three little words out
He likes it when you scream and shout
He likes it when you beg and pout.
Tell yourself that it's real
When you find him in bed with her
When you make him lose his temper.
Because that's all you are to him,
Another excuse to be angry.
A seed of lust gone too far for him,
But you meant everything to me.
Party for OneShe pressed a lopsided candle
Into the pink frosting on top of the cupcake
She lit the wick with but a lingering spark
That cast a glow, tracing the contours of her face
The girl smoothed out her grey dress
Sitting on the dusty, cold wooden attic floor
The spiders on the sill of the single window
Formed beast-like shadows onto the wall
A teddy bear, a velveteen rabbit,
And a china doll with a cracked face
Were her only guests at
This late-night tea party
The old rickety house was silent,
Save for the record player,
Set on a repetitious track,
Playing a melancholy rendition of “Happy Birthday”
She spoke to her teddy bear quietly,
An innocent sparkle in her gaze
“Oh, Mother and Father will be here shortly!”
And she smoothed her dress once more
She ran to the wooden chest in the corner,
And pulled out a heavy locked box
Water filled her eyes, cascading down her cheeks
She set her most prized item down onto the table
Next to a cracked picture frame,
PeacePeace is not a body lying next to you in bed
Peace is someone letting you hold them while they sleep
Peace is not being isolated, living in your head
Peace comes from the company you keep
Peace is not screaming your pain into a pillow
Peace is the result of exercised strife
Peace does not sit still in silence either
Peace is the hushed buzzing hum of life
Peace is not having all of your teeth
Peace is accepting what ones you have left
Peace has never been dying to live
Peace is living lovingly until you rest
Yes, death is peace, but there's one peace above
True peace is the calming effect of self-love
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