The pen
There's a sorrow in this world I keep,
Hid behind a lock and key,
In my eyes it bursts at the seam,
No escape or breaths of relief
To calm this yearning whose killing me
Though, I found a way to let the ink of blackened hate,
To funnel down the tip of expression on this page
It's the only thing to keep the fears at bay and last me just another day.
poem by April Swan
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Blackened...
blackened steel...
blackened faces,
blackened hearts,
blackened roads...
blackened eyes,
blackened dreams,
blackened prayers,
blackened gods...
blackened memories,
blackened fingers,
blackened windows,
blackened rooms...
blackened thoughts,
blackened nails,
blackened shovels,
blackened tomb!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sad eyes (Angel incarnate)
Sad eyes cry many tears
Many unseen by those around
These eyes are mine
For I'm alone in a world of sorrow
I tried hiding but it found me
I tried running but it captured me
I soon realized you can't escape
Not from pain, sorrow, fear or death
They all catch up with us eventually.
I was put here not to suffer
But to learn
To learn what makes sorrow, pain, fear, and death.
To learn, to understand and find a way to ease people's fears of death and to take away their sorrow
Sad eyes cry many tears
Many unseen by those around
These eyes are mine
For I'm alone in a world of sorrow
I know I look youthful but really I'm ancient
I was here a little after the beginning my soul reincarnate always knowing and seeing what I've seen
Never being deceived herself but seeing the deceitful people around her
My eyes are sad because I'm supposed to be innocent but I'm not
They're sad because I can never just be who I am
Because if I do I'll be feared and harmed even though I myself am essentially harmless
I pity those around me but find no pity towards me in others eyes
I'm the angel incarnate
I lost my wings because my tears washed them away
poem by Jenna Camilla
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Short of Breath
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
my breathing’s weak and my chest is sore.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
I have to breathe deeply at a slower rate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
I’m four breaths closer than I was before.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
my mouth’s wide open, but I can’t inflate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
it’ll be the end when I breathe no more.
Five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths, eight,
I’m sure someone's rattling heaven's gate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four,
well that’s it, I can't count no more.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Blackened
I see no life, no death
their is no now, no tomorrow
just where we are at the moment
with every step I take
that is my future
this is my living hell
sealed with a devils' kiss
I'm falling off the edge it seems
Blackened by every mistake
And I'm living on a broken heart of dreams
Blackened by the ways you left me used
the bruises clear as evidence
upon my skin
your words still ringing on the phone
wondering if you ever cared at all
was i just a toy that gave you control
either way I'm stuck here
sinking farther down once again
It's my nightmare for a fairytale
that doesn't exist
Blackened year after year
Now I feel not the love
and I feel no hate
days I can feel myself drown
I can't take another breath
trying to escape all of this
is it just a matter of circumstance
Blackened by all that's been done
This world so bent
on your knees' you crawl
as you watch peace fall
in every heart
Blackened by the days to come
These days their is no cure
this is reality
in this troubled land
so full of sorrow
your best friend
now your worse enemy
Blackened by all the pain
No one there to hold your hand
you pray for the promise land above
but do you think you will be ready
to enter the golden gate
when everything is gone
Blackened in the end
I stand here alone
a warrior, not a clone
I show no self cause
this is me, who I am
messed up in the head
I don't think so
I see what you don't see
and be who you can't be
Blackened to the bone
Hell turned upside down
Gods' mercy
here in a world already dead
where goverment politics' has control
they tell you what you want to hear
and still you believe
Blackened by your deepest sin
Like rats in a cage
there is no where to go
while they feast on your soul
ripping and tearing you apart
they watch you bleed
as thousands die
you grieve
Blackened by all you consume
Afraid to make a stand
you hide from your rage
reaching for the sky
as you hunger for freedom
still you don't feed
listening to screwed up laws
telling you what you need
and you follow
with every promise they make
Blackened from within
(spiritwind & charlotte phillips-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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I Hate The Tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
Yknow that its killing me
Yknow that its killing me
I hate the president
I hate the president
I hate the president
I hate the president
Yknow that hes killing me
Yknow that hes killing me
Oh my love
Do not fear
Satans army will never win
Oh my love
Do not despair
God is with us
Living prayer
Hes killing me
Hes killing me
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recoded by dave nietzke at midwest records, milwaukee
Mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwaukee
*previously unreleased
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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The escapes
Fight is an escape from fear.
Art is an escape from deprivation.
Love is an escape from perversion.
Ambition is an escape from sloth.
Goodness is an escape from depravity.
Life is an escape from death.
Every escape gives you relief
28.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What a World
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Were even a young child
Is afraid of going home
A world in which a man
Will take innocence from a child
Now their lives are lived in fear
The memories going wild
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Where you'll only be accepted
If your a f***ing clone
A world so full of s***
A world so full of lies
Can you spot the liars?
Can you see it in their eyes?
A world where self expression
Is pushed and made to fall
Despised and destroyed
To boost the egos of them all
A world where daddys hit
A world where mommys scream
Both killing their children
Killing their hopes killing their dreams
A world that makes you crazy
But does that make me insane?
A world thats without morals
A world thats without shame
A world that seems so dark
A world that seems so cold
A world that kills the young
A world that scars the old
A world that kills our hopes
Shoots them out of the sky
A world that kills us all
And makes us want to die.
poem by Jocelynn Halbauer
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Hospital Barge at Cerisy
Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.
One reading by that calm bank shaded eyes
To watch her lessening westward quietly.
Then, as she neared the bend, her funnel screamed.
And that long lamentation made him wise
How unto Avalon, in agony,
Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed.
poem by Wilfred Owen
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Hospital Barge
Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.
One reading by that calm bank shaded eyes
To watch her lessening westward quietly.
Then, as she neared the bend, her funnel screamed.
And that long lamentation made him wise
How unto Avalon, in agony,
Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed.
poem by Wilfred Owen
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Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed
Is there a bitter pang for love removed,
O God! The dead love doth not cost more tears
Than the alive, the loving, the beloved—
Not yet, not yet beyond all hopes and fears!
Would I were laid
Under the shade
Of the calm grave, and the long grass of years,—
That love might die with sorrow:—I am sorrow;
And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press
Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow
Only new anguish from the old caress;
Oh, this world's grief
Hath no relief
In being wrung from a great happiness.
Would I had never filled thine eyes with love,
For love is only tears: would I had never
Breathed such a curse-like blessing as we prove;
Now, if 'Farewell' could bless thee, I would sever!
Would I were laid
Under the shade
Of the cold tomb, and the long grass forever!
poem by Thomas Hood
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Lip Lock Rock
Alright
You look at me, the world in your eyes
You say like my style
Oh yeah
You keep hopin' till I make my move
You resist and give me that smile
Oh yeah
I just want a little kiss
But you keep on playin' those nasty little tricks
I'm longing of a - (...just another kiss)
I want a lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Whoa
You make a man so frustrated
You got my head buried in a hole
Oh no
Just tease me 'till I'm crazy
I'm runnin' out of control
I just want a little kiss
But you keep on playin' those nasty little tricks
I'm not gonna bite, I - (...just want a little kiss)
I want a lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Whoa
Lip lock
Lip lock
Lip lock
Lip lock
Lip lock
Rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Whoa
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Oh whoa
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Give it to me
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Deaths Journey
Death like a cancer grows,
When it comes, nobody knows.
Enslaved in shadow,
This 'Killing King',
In wicked wonder, I feel Deaths sting.
Silent destiny,
Death follows creation,
Across the oceans,
Its mankinds damnation.
Death takes the young,
Visits the old,
Rich and poor alike,
Releases the soul.
What is this spector we call death?
It hunts and prowls for our last breath!
Death is with us everyday,
Bringing pain and sorrow,
It will never go away.
Pain, sorrow, misery, and tears,
Inevitable death,
Rules my fears.
A blackened spirit, wanting more,
Ending lifes' journey,
Will death knock on my door?
poem by Philip Lore
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The Solitary
I.
Dar’st thou amid the varied multitude
To live alone, an isolated thing?
To see the busy beings round thee spring,
And care for none; in thy calm solitude,
A flower that scarce breathes in the desert rude
To Zephyr’s passing wing?
II.
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove,
Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother’s hate,
Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate
As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love:
He bears a load which nothing can remove,
A killing, withering weight.
III.
He smiles--'tis sorrow's deadliest mockery;
He speaks--the cold words flow not from his soul;
He acts like others, drains the genial bowl,--
Yet, yet he longs--although he fears--to die;
He pants to reach what yet he seems to fly,
Dull life's extremest goal.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I Hate To Do This To You
I hate to do this to you
But you need to know that I can't take the pressure
Of this cold cold world
So please pull my plug
I hate to do this to you
But I don't know what to do
So can you please pull the trigger
I promise It won't hurt me
I hate to do this to you
But I have thought of everything and this
Is the only thing I could thing of
So please dont be sad it wasn't your fault
I hate to do this to you
But it has to happen
So please give me the bottle and unscrew the lid
I'll go peacefully so dont worry
I hate to do this to you
But it's the only way to end your pain
So please don't follow me
Cause it's not your time, it's mine
I hate to do this to you
But its my only escape
I'll pour the gasoline, if you light the match
It's not your problem it's mine, so don't worry about me
I hate to do this to you
But it's the only way I know how to stop this nightmare
Please dont cry
I love you
I hate to do this to you
But its hard I've been through this too many times
So please hand me that rope
And don't look back
I hate to do this to you
But I can't handle this anymore
Its my time to go, so please don't wait
Cause no one can save me now!
(6-28-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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The Greatest Plague
Hate consumes the people of the world like a
plague that kills. Turn to hate we do in times
where things are wrong in thine eyes. Try to
justify it by calling it what you like but in
the end it all amounts to hate. Someone attacks
the weak we go after them claiming justice but
we allow the anger to lead us away. Sorrow can
leads us to hate without a soul even realizing
it. So hate has the ulitmate power in this world
that call home. Hate is everything that does not
envelop love or happiness. We allow more hate
than love in this land. You can call it what you
like. Spite anger sorrow loss sadness jealousy
pain. They all lead down the road to hatred.
The paths may go in different ways but all in
in the same place. Being there alone without
a person to stand at your side. Without the
happiness and joys of life. You can say that
sorrow loss and sadness are not hate but when
you think about it your sorrow can turn feeling
sorrow for a person can turn to hurting another
you feel anger towards those who would not help.
Loss you blame someone or something for taking
someone away from you. Perhaps your loss can
change into seeking vengence. Sadness how could
it turn you wander but sadness it self it loss
and sorrow. When sad you are easily swayed by
one of great influence good or bad. Hate has
the power to do more to us than one can ever
think or imagine. For those who do no see it
just turn the pages back in time and all shall
be revealed then. Hate is destroying us swiftly
one day at a time. Hate is the worlds greatest
plague.
poem by Jacob Adams
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Love - The End
My distance from you, you yearn for.Your distance from me will soon become a reielf to you. No more thoughts. Maybe dreams of someone else, something new will come to you.
Love will find you, love has lost me, never quite in my pocket.
Love will cover you and keep you warm. Sorrow has found me, and covers me, smothers me, slowly killing me, giving me life.Anger regret and loneliness, feed me, and shelter me.
Self pity and sorrow, clothe me, and my tears of blood and dirt will quench my thirst, and eventually death, will bring me relief.
April 2012
poem by Jill Laughlin
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I hate my life
I hate this second
I hate this minute
I hate this hour
I hate this day
I hate this year
I hate my life
I hate my family
I hate my friends
I hate that i cant do anything right
I hate that i cant die right now
I hate that you wont die right now
I hate this world
I hate that i cant express my feelings
I hate that i cant find the right knife
I hate that im still writing this poem
I am going to say good bye to the world
even if the world dont care
the world did this to me
so the world can live without me
poem by Josh Kingsbury
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A World That Is Learning
Their words are killing you
Your fear is part of their agenda
You feel them shaking you
And if you question their offended
Can you really risk the failure of never being wrong
Can you really take the chance
that you just don't belong to
A world that is searching to find
A world that is learning that everyone is blind
A world that is searching to find
A world that is learning
TV is changing you
You lock the doors and seal the windows
You feel so paranoid
It's like your dead before they get you
Can you really risk the failure of never being wrong
Can you really take the chance
that you just don't belong to
A world that is searching to find
A world that is learning that everyone is blind
A world that is searching to find
A world that is learning we're running out of time
This world is killing you
You've lost control of all your senses
The speed is shaking you
Things change so fast you can't remember
Should you play it say and write somebody elses songs
Or write your own though there's a chance
that you just don't belong to
A world that is searching to find
A world that is learning that everyone is blind
A world that is searching to find
A world that is learning that we're running out of time
A world that we just can't afford
With half of us counting on the coming of the
Lord
A world that is searching for love
A world that is yearning
song performed by by Zebra
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I Hate You.
I hate the way you dress
I hate that you are a mess
I hate your eyes
I hate your lies.
I hate it when you talk
I hate the way you walk
I hate your smile
I hate your style.
I hate your arms
I hate your charms
I hate your face
I hate your place.
I hate your hands
I hate your plans
I hate the way you think
I hate it when you drink.
I hate when you call
I hate it all
I hate it that you are true
I hate you when I’m blue.
I hate you when you sleep
I hate you very deep
I hate the way you kiss
I hate to be like this.
I hate your touch
I hate you much
I hate myself more
I hate that’s you I adore.
I hate, I don’t hate you a bit
I hate, I will have to admit
I don’t hate you, Not even small
I don’t hate you at all.
poem by Patricia Perez
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I Hate That. I Hate How.
I hate that I can't sleep at night because of you.
I hate that I can't forget memories of you no matter what I do.
I hate how I look for you, and your no where to be found, your never around.
I hate how when I listen to love songs, your all I see.
I hate how I can still feel your hand In mine.
I hate how I remember looking In your eyes.
I hate how I can't get over you, and move on alone.
I hate how I still have your number programmed In my phone.
I hate that I can't take pictures of us off my wall.
I hate that you're not by my side anymore.
I hate how this Is all so true.
But most of all,
I hate that with out me, your doing just fine.
poem by Brandi kennan
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