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PaganPunkPoetry
Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Almost all of these were wrote in the last 2 years....the roughest so far in my life...
Worthless words
Wicked people all around,
take what they want without a sound.
Obcessed with beauty and vainity,
Yet in their flawless faces none can i see.
Shallow in mind, heavy in touch,
They listen little and speak much.
Their sticky fumblings and evil deeds,
out to satisify their own selfish needs.
Worthless words and empty kissing,
will never bring them what their missing.
yesterday's dream
In the face the shatters, the soul that bleeds i see ur face,
my hands that are still staind, the tears that still fall.
Your filthy surrender, ur unrequited love,
The pain that you loved, more than anything.
On you knees, laying face down,
screaming and crying for more.
My twisted lover, my dark compainion.
Letting that darkness invade my soul, i climax.
Braver on paper
braver on paper than face to face,
So i will write this rhyme, that will show you this time.
I am sick of your opression, the source of my depression.
Don't you dare, try to scare; back into submission.
Because this time i make the decesion.
I am walking out this door, there has to be something more.
Outside this cage.
Broken angel wings
Broken angel wings, the serpent stings,
the way the venom makes you see such things.
My dark haired stranger with those piercing eyes,
Those sweet lips that spewed such posin lies.
I lay with 3 daggers through my heart,
The way you destroy a man is a skillful art.
You used my passion,your touch, and my dreams,
The way your whisper can bring me to my knees.
wrapped in your fog of lies and lust,
You know i can't resist you, try as i must.
When you crack that smile, you know i'm yours,
There's nothing i can do anymore.
Behind the door
Hell's fire is at the door,
the angel has hit the floor.
What will you do?
wishing your angel would have flew.
Somethings got to give,
in order for you to live.
Don't panic, don't give in,
for the fire loves that sin.
The darkness creeps through the holes,
always coming for your souls.
Pray and pray and pray somemore,
Your still gonna have to face what's behind that door.
Coffee and nicatine
A dark window and the coffee's brewing,
wishing there was something i could be doing.
Here i sit alone,
Listening to the dripping tone,
Of the coffee, as my cigarette burns.
My soul yearns,
For something more fillfulling than this coffee,or nicatine, something that'll last.
Something or someone outside my dark looking glass.
Yet nothing outside this dark window i can see,
No companionship, just coffee and nicatine.
Just one more...
Just one more touch, one last taste,
Only one more beutiful face
That's all i need is one more drunken night,
That's all and i'll shut the door and lock it tight.
The monster will starve, i will feed it no more.
No more waking up naked on the bar room floor.
No more the stares, the whispers, the smirks.
Looking at me with less respect than a piece of dirt.
No more one night stands, no more choosen cage.
No more saddness,despair or rage.
For tomorrow is a new day,
Just one more, that's all i ever say.
boy come undone
This boy has come undone,
A product of bars,drugs and fun.
Light fades,passion dies,
With every one of their whispers,and lies.
No more late night wonderings,
In search of basic human longings.
Gazing hopelessly into the eyes of his lovers,
Men,Gods,boys, his brothers.
The fire behind his eyes has long since died,
He feels nothing,nothing outside,nothing inside.
Now the darkness's inviting embrace,
One last cold tear rolls down his face.
For this boy has come undone,
It all starts with a little fun.
Please don't let this boy's memory fade,
For this boy is something we as men create.
8:25 AM
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