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BrokenSilent screaming echoed through the night
The pains of the heart
Into vast darkness both above and below
The heart begins to crack
The pain and sorrow bringing far too much pressure
The heart bleeds through those cracks
Making them larger
The pieces begin to fall apart
Piece by piece
Bit by bit
The heart screams
Begging to feel whole again
The shattering of glass as it hit's the floor
Only to realize it's the sound of a shattering heart
Once shattered and broken
Becomes far too many pieces
To just make whole again
DemonBlack leathery wings spread wide
Stretching and blending with the night sky
Flashing dark green eyes survey the land
Sharp canines protruding from a wicked smile
Blood drips from their sharp points
A malicious spark crossing slowly brightening eyes
The rush of air as it falls
The heavy flap of wings
The sharp snapping of trees and screams of pain
The current landscape demolished in one powerful gust
Random splatters of blood cover shattered tree trunks
The smell of the red mass becoming intoxicating and unbearable
Now pristine white teeth glow under the red full moon
A grin forming from the night's task
The creature fly's off leaving it destruction behind
Feeling satisfied with the work he has done
Total destruction plus the destruction of lives
The blood was an added bonus to feed it hunger
A never ending cycle of death
The never ending enjoyment of the sight of pain.
LunarThe darkness and paleness of the surroundings.
The deep foreboding of the forbidden.
A mind's creation,
Sanity loses its grip,
It slips slowly into darkness.
Struggling to survive,
Fighting to stay in the light,
But failing gracelessly.
The holder of the mind,
Falling faster into darkness,
Their hearts being consumed by darkness.
Their bodies becoming darkness,
Shells of what they used to be,
Floating amongst us all,
Walking the earth,
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Love's Stormy EndThe bright hues of color fade
The sun seemingly no longer as bright
The wide free sky looking as though it too is stuck in a cage
Lustrous white clouds swiftly change to grey
Thunder rolls and lightening arcs across a darkened sky
The ice cold bitterness of rain falls and shatters against pavement
Deathly cold and unforgiving
Coming down harder as wind picks up
Tearing and shredding branches from trees
Stripping leaves from the fragile veins that hold them together
The force of the wind gets stronger
Becoming a piercing scream amongst the cold wet death of rain
An abrupt slowing of wind a rain begins
The world remains in its perpetual darkened state
The sky no longer wishing to brighten
The sun remains hidden behind thick, grey clouds
A large puddle of water lay still
Tainted dark red
A lone figure lying motionless in the midst of it
Clutching a final letter close to its heart
Once lively eyes stare out unblinkingly
Hollow and empty
A message etched in red scrawled across t
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