Poetry

Nefarious Kiss

EarthFairie — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 13:45:05 -0400

Intensity bestows the silence left
Ripping away the notion of existence
Emptiness envelopes with heartless theft
Leaving behind an endless distance

Besieged my spirit slowly till death
Waking in terror but living the dream
Escaped with only my shell and my breath
Accepting some fault for my soul was unclean

Extracting light from the deepest cleft
Pulling up and out of the infinite abyss
Infinitely ascending but forever bereft
Nefarious entities assuring their sinister kiss

Art & Creativity

Blue Moon Covered Mist

NicholasAngelo — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 11:34:05 -0500

I have been known to thrown my heart
against the wall, just to see if it sticks
some play these game for keeps
while others only play it for selfish kicks
they've stacked my hopes up like jagged bricks

Art & Creativity

Drinking Golden Blood

spicyman11 — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 14:12:03 -0500

Forest whisper, core of steel
crush this life, I cannot feel
do not judge
do not look
if you do
I have took, another gain

Art & Creativity

The Night-Mare

spicyman11 — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 01:03:52 -0500

A nightmare cold
from silent myth
blacked coat, unearthly sight
this growing threat
beast of blight
presence of the horse
dark as night
muscles riple, from the hells
eyes red with pain

Art & Creativity

Here With Me

lJPl — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 19:06:37 -0500

Always present, continously following
Never leaving, forever surrounding.
Constantly doing their very worst,
Unrelenting in causing me hurt.
Sadly invisible, entirely real
Completely intangible, absent feel.
There exists but only three,
Each equally sharp and crafty.
No matter why, where or when
Here with me, the dreadful demons of dark depression.

Art & Creativity

The Reality

NicholasAngelo — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:38:14 -0500

Always trying to fit into my skin
keep repeating that silent wish
of wanting to be a verbal assassin,
carrying no care for feelings
which dwell deep inside
all of your fake faces
and hollow hearts.

Drama queens covered in mascara
dressed like sluts for invisible cameras,
fearing this metaphorical monster
who spills the truth like a disaster.
Let us not forget,
all the wannabe vermin
acting like weak gentlemen
hating this personal success
with which I have been blessed
so they try their luck at my craft
only to have everyone watching
laugh hysterically behind their back.

I have learned in the past 29
I don't need anyone else to survive
because I am as real as they come
all the people out there fear me
because my mouth is a firing gun.
So, instead of saying
exactly how they feel to my face
they would rather tuck their tails
between their shaking legs and run.

Its sad to take a wide look at the world
and realize everyone else is holding knives
and our backs are nothing more then bulls eyes
because of the walking lies that have become lives
that's why I will always be a straight shooter
and you'll be reading this as just another hater

Art & Creativity

Selfish Prayer

Antonio88 — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 09:19:00 -0400

Prayers of the developed world:

God, Give me the strength to get through this day.

God, Please help me lose weight.

God, Will you help me get over my ex?

God, I feel lonely.

God, Let my lottery numbers come up this weekend.

God, Help me get this job

Art & Creativity

The Ocean and the Wanderer

spicyman11 — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 20:17:00 -0400

Calming waters churning

but they are really holding back

the internal yearning

The burning

The one true thing I know

is when to go

not to take a leak

or know just that right time to speak

but when things seem bleak

cause I'm small, helpless, and weak

I see the door

and at my core

I feel the pulsing

I want something more

than this downer

What does another place have in store

I'm not a drowner

I'm a lost cause

so take a pause

and feel the wind move the fire

it moves to a beat

but doesn't bend and cannot cheat

I am the lost one

the last one

a purpose gone from the sun

and as a shadow

I am the void of life

so this I know

feel the waters threaten my glow

the glow from wind and fire

the earth is trembling, but is no liar

the door is open now

I know my fate

to forget this life and recreate

time is gone, no need to wait

the path is said, the words are laid

I will not drown, I will fade

Art & Creativity

Coming Alive

spicyman11 — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 20:01:00 -0400

When in the dark of night

lost souls they hide

from burning light

I cried from the fire inside

Where can this pain go?

But deeper, deeper inside

When crying out to confide

A living ghost

with feelings and a soul

paying for judgement

I once stoll

Time to pay the piper

Pay this living breathing toll

Fools confess their love I guess

pave your roads with pain and love

none else will do

and although they will fade

I don't have to

Art & Creativity

I Wish

oompamanda — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:53:00 -0400

I wish I could say all the things I could have before.
I wish I could have told you how I felt before it got so far...
I'm sorry that I'm intruding.
I'm sorry I don't leave.
I just want a chance to keep you for what I need.
I want so badly to hold you.
kiss you're tears away.
but now I know you're happy.
what more can I say?

Art & Creativity

Crush!

Antonio88 — Sun, 13 May 2007 19:39:00 -0400

The face of the fly on the windscreen
The hair pulled away by the brush
Imprisoned by your emotions
You have been caught by the crush

You stand at the edge of a canyon
Above a safety net of barb
The fear of ignorance in persuit
Either way your heart is scarred

Jump! will you soar like an eagle
Fall to your death down the grand
Makes no difference how high you jump
because your fate is in her hand.

One heart, under a nail polished thumb
One heart, still beating her name
The angel summons to heaven or hell
Your heart will it ever be the same

She dances around in mysterious ways
A lick of her lips makes you plea
Locked in the waves of the green sea eyes
At the mercy of the power of "she"

The face of the fly on the windscreen
The hair pulled away by the brush
Imprisoned by your emotions
You have been caught by the crush

Art & Creativity

Forecast

SpaceCowboy — Sun, 13 May 2007 02:20:00 -0400

The forecast of my life
it feels like cold rain
It's partly confusing
with a 30 percent chance of pain
But tommorow looks better
as yesterday was bright
Hopefully tonight
I'll be able to dance in the pale moonlight
Though it's cloudy now
and the clouds look like they'll never end
It'll be better soon when the horizon ends

Art & Creativity

The Jerk Off Slayer

NicholasAngelo — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 01:13:00 -0400

She dipped the sun in a blood red sea
never before has it run so beautifully,
she brought this empty world such tragedy
then turned her back on it so eloquently,

She collected torn hearts in a tourniquet
squeezing together every jagged rip,
she burned the letters from dead lovers
then touched herself beneath the covers,

She stole tears from many eyes in a clear cascade
dancing with the victims to the sound of charades,
she buried the innocent ones in a shallow tomb
then echoed a laugh from within her empty womb,

She pawned all the cheap gifts for manicure cash
filling up the getaway car with a full tank of gas,
she smiled behind thick shades, as the peddle hit floor
then waved goodbye to the lines of drooling male whores,

She played the game better then every man
lying with a straight face like no one else can,
she fooled the so-called pimps and players
then crowned herself to be the "jerk off slayer."

Art & Creativity

In My Head

NicholasAngelo — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 01:14:00 -0400

Rebuilt broken walls
crumble in urban hysteria
every avenue walked upon
is fragile and disturbed,
somber-colored sidewalks
grace in garbage cans
cares float away in wind
so tall the madness stands,

This psychotic city spoken of
is the journey in my mind
a place that I cannot escape
a place where demons dwell,
this weapon of mass destruction
on friendships blessed with trust
the betrayer of a thousand kind eyes
the puppeteer pulling strings on my lips,

Many days have I surrendered love
the dying hearts still thirst for blood
a history of mistaken identities
a history of promises let go,
this leash that does not fit
continues choking confidence
the captain of this sinking flesh
the chains I wear unbreakable,

And still I yearn
for my return
to happiness.

Art & Creativity

Snort

NicholasAngelo — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 01:12:00 -0400

Cocaine stained nose, the cons killing pros
everything dirty smiles wide, both ears closed
to voices of reason in a soul comfortably bare
an old broken chair holding a seat for despair,
fire burns inside bloodshot eyes wanting more
mirror's glass covered in a light snowfall score
time passing by invisibly, voicemails turning stale
in need of another gram presented on a golden scale,
a hopeless heart denying sleep from the old moon
the dollar bill unrolls and folds, it is over far too soon
addiction is a wonderful thing to feed for infinity
until these pockets are emtpy and no one will look at me.

Art & Creativity

Twilight Splendor

NicholasAngelo — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:09:00 -0400

Holding October colored eyes
one radiant glance, dressed in rage
beyond the gates of heaven
could incinerate the rising sun,
young nirvana, covered in cashmere
with divinity resting in cheek,
show your grin that brings back sin
and raise every dry white fang
beneath the mouths of strangers
longing to taste God's perfection.

Art & Creativity

Tongueless Adore

NicholasAngelo — Mon, 09 Apr 2007 01:09:00 -0400

To breath deep is divine;
while dining upon

the sweet comeliness
flowing from your flesh
like a splendid cascade
of soft Caucasian Blue

May I ask you night or day
to soak my tender pith
with a downpour of bliss
so this seed of my core
shall blossom in the shade
becoming a rose without thorns
before, I render it to you
on a blood stained platter
to do with it, what you wish

Shapely maiden of my dreams
this may sound too extreme
but, rip me at the seems
if it is thee only way
this shield of loneliness
will ever know your attention.

Art & Creativity

Between Wrinkled Sheets

NicholasAngelo — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 10:45:00 -0400

As young night grows dim
shadows begin to twist
against the falling walls
which are resting eyes;

Still aware of every haunting,
nightmares approach in the distance
brooding sleep asylum,
rattled cage of rest,
aside from the panic attacks
my closest thing to death

Toss,
Turn,
with stress filled snores
before I fall in color,
bouncing off of the mattress
tired springs in shades of rust puncture ribs,
sweat slips from collarbone up,
and evangelists are screaming
in the multicolored distance

For morning
the pillow weeps
and so,
does the victim of midnight
between the wrinkled sheets.

Art & Creativity

Dear Delores

NicholasAngelo — Sat, 31 Mar 2007 10:44:00 -0400

So much has changed
in the few years since your passing
I'm sure in some odd way
you are watching it all unfold.

I wonder how it felt for you
to see me in such agony,
and to hear my voice call for you
without being able to reply?

Mom is not happy anymore
so she talks of dying often,
but, I'm just not ready to see
the only other woman I love
resting eternally in a coffin.

After you left,
the tears poured so easily
leaving me at times ashamed
for thee others to look at me.

So I spoke to a man of therapy
and he explained to me a remedy
of putting the pain of losing you
into a form of writing called poetry.

Who would have ever thought
along this sick and twisted path I took
the first poem I ever wrote
about missing you would form a book.

I know you have observed me
failing miserably at attempting success
and struggle so vividly,

Art & Creativity

From a Grin

NicholasAngelo — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 19:22:00 -0400

Somewhere,
in the brightness
of a stranger's smile
my patience walked a mile
just to sit and sigh
in the concrete corner
of the sun's eye
only to be washed away
in a tiny sea of ignorance
when the clouds begin to cry.

Art & Creativity

Ball Point Brilliance

NicholasAngelo — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 20:22:00 -0400

Emerging as a soul bearer,
Alphabet controlling, spelling feelings,
Turning paper to pain.
Informing, remembering by design,
In details stories are told, as thee ink flows through my veins.
Laboring mentally, for your protection,
Wanting the willing to understand,
Quietly breaking down my own code of silence.
An artist, creating on a canvas of blue lines,
Gliding across, losing track of time,
With writers block violence.
Telling truths, too shallow to exaggerate, honestly gentle,
Resting every sentence equally in elegance.
Spilling in cursive emotions, displaying an endangered craft,
Balancing bold and beautiful,
Paragraphs blossom through relevance.
The universe confined by a rectangle, binded,
Holes hug metal rings,
The hand speaks clearer than the mouth.
These reflections, established in the west,
Founded by experiences, memories alternate destiny,
Ending in the south.
I openly invite all, enjoy my heartache and trials,
Explained in rhythm, performing sad magic,
My gorgeous release.
Changing mistakes with application,

Art & Creativity

The White Shark in the Green Felt Ocean

NicholasAngelo — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 23:30:00 -0400

Allow me to introduce myself,
while you grab the quarters off of the shelf.
Im the white shark in the green felt ocean,
pushing some wood which shows my emotions.
Swimming in a square designed to perfection.
I may be quiet, but it is part of my deception.
As objects that were once there fall from sight,
into a shallow hole in the corner holding them tight.
A dance is being performed which is lead by control,
by a sphere of my color bearing my soul.
And you might stand there wondering why me?,
but you jumped in the water for a very small fee.
With no life jacket to keep you afloat,
you can take a look around but theres no sign of hope.
So before its thee end and I extend my fin,

Art & Creativity

Mirror of My Life

NicholasAngelo — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 10:29:00 -0400

I am consumed by confusion
seeking a confidence transfusion.
Because,

there are words

which my ears long to hear
and words,

which my heartbeat fears
both wrapped in charismatic syllables
with sharp teeth

eating away at each other like cannibals.

There are strangers
that have become my best friends
whom I have failed to please
transforming into my worst enemies,
that fall away from my sweet memories
like the forest surrenders growing trees
trying to hold on as long as they can
only to become strangers yet again.

This never ending cycle
of psychotic stress
rips thee air
from the lungs in my chest
making the chances
for night of peaceful rest
impossible at best.

These windy whispers of misery
just keep on pushing me
through hoops of flaming apathy.

Somewhere,

over the hills of hell
where the cows

ring the dinner bell,
there is a decaying sanctuary

Art & Creativity

Kill or Be Killed

NicholasAngelo — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 13:42:00 -0400

Behind the concrete walls
where dark madness falls
like rain on the first day of April
thin sketchy shadows huddle
inside of pink shallow puddles
and whisper of a million ways to kill.

Passing clouds fade into gray disgust
above a shattered carcass collecting dust
another heart removed against it's will
just old remains of an innocent victim
who fell prey to life's sinister system
swallowing a blind bullet like a pill.

In the distance approach luscious lies
spoken softly before another's demise
let no patience for truth hold still
run if you can,for tomorrow awaits
with a plethora of unwanted fates
and whispers of a million ways to kill.

Art & Creativity

I'll be

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:49:00 -0400

I'll be the guy to bring you flowers
I'll be the guy to talk to you
I'll make you feel better when your down
The one to call and save you
I'll be the guy to tuck you in
When you've had too much to drink
Come and get you in the middle of the night
And don't even think
I would take advantage of you then
I would kiss your forehead goodnight
Then close the door after I turn off the light
I'd be the one to hold your hair back
Look you in they eyes
Kiss you and say goodnight
I'd be the one that would take you out
Keep you up late on a school night
I'd be the one to want to see you
Right after a fight
Say I was wrong, even when I was right
I'd be the one to have a wild night out
And a quiet evening in
Watching movies on the couch
You'd be under the blanket, not letting me in
I'd be the one that shows you off
To everyone in the room
I'd be the one to sit right next to you
When you had a hard day
Massage your neck and make the tension go away
I'll be the one to talk to

Art & Creativity

Eight Years of Tears and Fears

NicholasAngelo — Sat, 17 Mar 2007 13:44:00 -0400

Instead,
of taking down the twin towers
why couldn't they just slit
Bush's throat in the shower?

Go ahead give that stanza the evil eye

I mean.....

did some of you really vote for this guy?

The Captain of stupidity in a blue tie,
now with every single hour passing by
another one of my friends & neighbors
beloved relatives has to die.

Over seas in Iraq
from a suicide bomb blast
in a war for our freedom
well, here is a news flash!!
Life ain't free.

Not even in the same ballpark as cheap
and If I had a Benjamin Franklin
for every false word that you speak,

I'd be right in the top 1%
catching a fancy tax break
instead of stuck down here
face to face with poverty

in fuckin' rat race

Art & Creativity

Unreal

ThePick — Sun, 11 Mar 2007 01:47:00 -0500

Staying up til 3:00 AM and watching the news,
talking the good talk, and singing the blues,
come home from work and lay myself down to rest,
but all in all it aint too bad, I must confess.

What can I do, what can I say?
Looks like a little angel is coming my way.
How do you feel, how do you feel.
Now don't it seem like everything is so unreal?
So unreal.

I turn the lights on and I get out of bed.
I never listen to the voice in my head,
'Where are you going, where have you been'
the way I do it all it must be a sin.

What can I do, what can I say?
Looks like a little angel is coming my way.
How do you feel, how do you feel.
Now don't it seem like everything is so unreal?
So unreal.

Now don't it seem like this is all just a dream?
But look a little closer 'cos there's more than it seems,
Just tell yourself it aint to hard if you try,
and keep in mind that there is more than meets the eye.

Art & Creativity

Confessions of a Pervert

NicholasAngelo — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 01:17:00 -0500

If God could not forgive Eve
thou shall not forgive me,
I have eaten fruit from the limbs
of the forbidden tree
like a wealthy obese man eats

from the dollar meal at Wendy's.

Vivid pornographic visions
dance upon my brainstems
where I imagine fishnets
wrapped around smooth tan legs

perched on solid black

three quarter inch high heels,
leading all the way up

to a pulsating pretty pink flower
open and flowing with moisture.

I can see,

her glossy pink lips
glowing in kiss formation
and a tongue peeking through
the slippery shiny cracks
then circling around them like
an orgasmic race track.

I can see,

lace corsets strangling breasts,
tattoos flowing on the collarbone,
cleavage calling for my mouth
to devour the lumps of lust
with a healthy mixture
of sucking and nibbling.

My hands become snakes
slithering to an ass so fat and firm,

Art & Creativity

Just wanna sing you to sleep under the stars

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 01:00:00 -0500

I'll take a penny for your thoughts
A dollar for you insight
But with last years wishes-
gone down the drain
I want it to feel right
Tell me what you think
and tell me what you want
No matter the price
Just want to make you feel right

Art & Creativity

Manic Depression

ThePick — Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:45:00 -0500

She creeps in through my window, she sleeps in my bed,
she talks sweet to me constantly, when she's in my head.
Oooohhhh, she knows I'm her fool.

Manic Depression, she's got a hold on me,
Manic Depression, how could it be
that you comfort me into sadness, but you drive me to madness?
Oooohhhh, Manic Depression.

Sing sweet to me darling, make it all okay.
Put me out in the open, honey, then make it all go away.
Oooohhhh, want to push you away but I'll never, never let you go.

Manic Depression, you and I are one.
Manic Depression, what have you done?
You turn my life to serene disaster, you're my lord and my master,
Oooohhhh, Manic Depression.
Manic Depression.

Art & Creativity

Check Your Head

ThePick — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 01:43:00 -0500

After words like that, I think it needs to be said,
that I'm tired of solving the mysteries in my head,
the look on my face betrays.

I can't believe the point of view I've achieved,
not to judge by standards not affecting me,
and I'm letting it go today.

I bid farewell to the common cold,
I say goodnight to the days of old.
I shut the blinds on the world outside,
my thumb is out for a different ride.

I live in a land where I can be free,
to say what I want to say, be what I want to be,
now that's a comfort I can stand.

I disregard all the things that I see,
from the nine o'clock news to the shit on MTV,
because I'll never understand.

I bid farewell to the common cold,
I say goodnight to the days of old.
I shut the blinds on the world outside,
my thumb is out for a different ride.

I take one more look before I shut the door
on the answers to questions I already know,
but then on the other hand,

Art & Creativity

Withdrawal

ThePick — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 01:15:00 -0500

My cold and tired frame is taken in, and out of time,
like the bitter taste of coffee playing tricks inside my cold, indifferent mind.
Icy and removed, my voice is somewhat hypocritical,
detached and slightly cynical, with calculated, amputated words.

Distinctly I recall that I was blue, or was I read, like and opened book so neatly
naive and indiscreetly read aloud.
Hazy recollections of the way I used to feel, when I thought the world was real,
fade away like bits of latent trepidation.

I don't know what's wrong but I am sure it's right behind me,
I doubt that it will find me I have found myself a different place to hide.
The cold, familiar comfort of my hole inside the wall,
never seems to be too small, I don't mind at all my quiet isolation.

Art & Creativity

It's more than A One Night Stand to me

SpaceCowboy — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 03:12:00 -0500

Isn't it Tragic
I try to get you off so hard
Like a Lawyer I try
Off the hook and into the bed
Off with the shirt, unzip the fly
We ask questions later, we don't care why

Isn't it flawless
Your beauty gives me chills
You can't even feel like I do
You just want a cheap thrill
Just a cheap thrill

You call me the next day
Wonderful time you say you had
Try it again sometime
No regrets, and you don't feel bad
Call me again anytime

I can't help falling in love
when you fall into lust with me
You're just too perfect, too great
But no matter what I want, you won't see
I love the way you lust me
and I know that's all it'll ever be

Isn't it flawless
Your beauty gives me chills
You can't even feel like I do
You just want a cheap thrill
I can't keep still
Just a cheap thrill

You nudge me in the morning
wrapping your arms around me
I feel like I'm in heaven
I guess you can see
I love you and you love me

Art & Creativity

24/84: Ballad of Brandon and Justin

SpaceCowboy — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 01:22:00 -0500

The picture hangs on the wall
The only thing left of you in my life
You've left us forever
Now stricken with pain and strife
Thanks for the memories
We'll always love you, never forget
You're in a better place
Even though you left
Think about you guys every day
24 and 84 stuck in my mind
Cry whenever I remember the day you left
Always remember the day you died

It still burns every day
Aching my mind in the process
I don't want to forget you guys
You guys were the best
Could brighten any day when you walked in the door
Life was full of cheer
Now I look out the window
But never fear, never fear
You won't be forgotten and you won't go away
24/84 on my mind and on my sleeve
Each and every day

Art & Creativity

A Divine Moment Of Emptiness

Antonio88 — Sat, 27 Jan 2007 20:22:00 -0500

My eyes were captivated by her pure beauty. Her hair waved in the graceful wind like the purest silk caressing her tender heavenly cheek. Her eyes, the purist pearls highlighted with emerald droplets, evoked my passion and adoration. A teardrop corkscrewed down her cheek. Oh how I longed to be that teardrop, to be born in her eyes, live by her cheek and die on her lips. I approached the pathos princess and as our eyes kissed I smiled “Are you ok?”
She wiped her tears “Yes I'll be fine thank you”
I took a tissue from my pocket and handed it to her, for the briefest of moments her tender hand brushed mine. She smiled; it burnt into my heart and mind and elevated my soul.
“Thanks”

And the blessed angel parted in to the grey and the rain and out of my heart life and soul, into emptiness………forever.

I didn’t even know her name.

Antonio Hehir

18, London

(Dedicated to Francesca Lock)

Art & Creativity

I Won't be There

SpaceCowboy — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 09:57:00 -0500

You're so emo; with a little remote madness
and just a touch of psychotic insanity
I'm just the guy standind here waiting
You're the one who laughs in my face
Then cries with tears running down
I'm just the one that's fading
You're the one smearing your make-up
Lying on the floor in dismay
I'm just the guy standing here waiting

I won't wait here anymore, I'm tired of all this shit
I won't be the one to catch you when you fall
I'll be the one to sit here and laugh at it all
You just don't know what to do when I'm not there
And I won't fucking be there

You're so crazy, just a little scary sometimes
With a little bit of your madness coming out
I'm just the one who tried to help
You did this to yourself, you can't blame me
Thinking you could have me back
I'm the one standing here with nothing to lose
You're the one who made me lose all my friends
The one who lied and cheated
I'm just the one who let it go to my head
You're the one that needs forgiveness

Art & Creativity

You and Me

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 05 Oct 2006 08:44:00 -0400

Forgiveness isn't in my vocab any more
Yet I think I can listen when you say sorry
Even if you really mean the things you say
No need to worry, no need to worry
I won't listen and I don't care
Just because you said you were there
And that what you did isn't fair
I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare
Say anything about you or use it against you
Because that's not who I am
That's not what I'm about
Just let me forget you
Before I give out, give out

The world, world, world keeps on spinning
Even though you lost, you're still winning
I won't let it go, I'm not willing, not willing
The stab in my heart is still killing, killing
You may act sad but you're secretly grinning
And you're stare is pinning me, pinning me
I can't move and can't breathe, breathe
And as you say those words
My body is seething, seething
I'm hardly breathing, breathing, breathing

I just want to get out but you keep pulling me
No matter where I go, you're there
It's killing me soul you see

Art & Creativity

Space Cowboy

SpaceCowboy — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 09:46:00 -0400

The lines just keep going
On and On and On
Reading them in your head
Listening like they're a song
Trying to get a grasp
On what you feel they mean
But you can't feel it, feel it
They're just a part of the scene
Colors black and white
And your life filled with grey
You've got some sepia toned Love
Falling closer to the fray

I'm just a Space Cowboy
Wandering the universe unknown
Walking across the stars like stepping stones
I'll just keep wandering until it shows
I'm waiting on the world to change, But I know it never will
Everything is going wrong
No one will ever change it
No matter how bad it gets
There's no way they will change it

As the lines pile up and your feelings grow
There's still no way you'd ever know
Have to come up, See it from above
Instead of the lies and nonsense you hear on T.V.
The networks have all the information
And what they say you think is true
When they own all the information
you'll never know what to do

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I hate myself, and it's your fault

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:16:00 -0400

his life has been torn by the seams and he doesn't know what to do. he has no more emotions. he wants to cry but he can't. he doesn't know what to do because he still loves her. he doesn't want it to end. He needs to stop getting involved with someone to the point that he cares about them that much. he's not the kind of guy who wants someone for sex. he's the kind of guy who wants them because he likes hanging out with them or he likes being around them, or for the reason he got close to her, because they took him from the brink of killing himself to the highest high he has felt since before his uncle died. She says she's sorry but how can he know that she really means it. She told him stuff tonite that he had to hear from her but didn't want to think it was true. he loved her with all his heart because he finally found someone who liked him for him. He found someone who wanted to be around him and could talk to him about anything. She knew he would listen no matter what. She was his best friend.

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F*ck You, Liar

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:15:00 -0400

Why don't you just tell me truth
It's easier than tearing me apart
I know you have someone else
You're breaking my heart
You made it seem like I had a chance
When all along you had him
So why didn't you just tell me
Instead of tearing me limb from limb

You didn't have to lie
didn't have to hide the truth
You already broke my heart
you did it with such couth
Not really,You just held me up
Then threw me down
Now I'm fucking insane
with what I have found

I won't talk to you about it
What is there to say
You're with someone else
So, Go Play, Go Play
Have fun with your life
I guess I just held you back
But, just know this
I won't want you back

I know you don't care
And I know You say you still love me
But with the pain you brought upon me
You'll see the real side I used to be
I'll be a prick, I'll be a jerk
I'll be the one you wished you never knew me
That's how it works

I don't want to be that way
I just want to get over you now

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Your Picture is worth a thousand words to forget you

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:14:00 -0400

I found a picture to day
of days now faded away
Better times they were then
But now they're cold and grey
A picture is worth 1000 words
But I only have a couple for you
Why can't you be honest for a few
You can lie 1000 times
I won't believe it
I can see right through you
Even though you can't feel it

Go on, Go on, Lie to me some more
I hate it oh so much
But you say you loved me so
You say you liked my touch
You say that it felt right
In your heart and your mind
But when you did what you did
You came to find
The Grass is always greener on the other side
I hope it is, I really do
I hope you can run through it forever
But if you stumble and fall
You can put yourself back together
I won't be the glue
I won't be the person to talk to
Because I'm still not over you
I'll find something else to fill this void
It may take a while
But it will happen, yes it will
I will walk 1000 miles

I would have walked them for you
But now I won't even go to the door

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What About Me?

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:09:00 -0400

So cold, So bold
Don't fall in the fold
Life so Gold, so old
Young as we seem
This is just a dream

All that we live and what we see
Though we have freedom, We'll never be free
So we just live life for the nominal fee
But what about us, what about me?

You're my hero
Live for yourself and no one else
When all you have is zero
Move on to someone else
Nothing to fear, No
Don't fall to far into your personal hell

Slow down, Don't move too fast
Because then, nothing will last
Living life without the past
And you think At Last
This world is Vast
Find your fish in the ocean
Just make the motions
Spread it on like lotion
Go on the first notion
Give yourself the potion
Give yourself the potion

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Stuck

SpaceCowboy — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:08:00 -0400

I have no idea what's in my brain
I think I'm going insane
I want something I can't explain
But it might bring me so much pain
A friendship might disappear
If I so choose to bring her here
Though I want to hold her near
I don't know what she thinks, I fear
I want to know, but I'm given mixed signs
It's not someone from the past, it's a new find
Known her for so long, yet tangled in the vines
And that is the tie that binds

Seen this before, the same situation
Not the same though, different faces
I might dive into the wrong places
Running through the gaunlet, thoughts of others like flying maces
I'd glady take every blow, no matter who from
To see this thing work, to make others numb
Even though at first I'll feel like a bum
I don't really care what they think, though thoughts beat like a drum
Beating, Beating, tearing at my heart
Others may tell me not to play the part
I want to finish, stuck at the start
Need to begin, stuck at the start

Tell me what you want, tell me what you see

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Miracle Oasis

Hollie — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 12:04:00 -0400

There was a desert, dry, hot and empty,
Never a drop of rain, but its neighbors got plenty
"If I only had a chance I know I could grow,
into a beautiful place, with a river that flows",
And everywhere else thought it was just a dream, there was no way
"For that place to grow it would have to rain for 30 days!"
And the desert would scream for just a little rain,
Just one little storm to take away the pain,
And for years he begged the clouds to send some down,
"Just save a little for me when you soak the next town,"
But it always stayed that same brown sand
And he finally realized this must be God's plan
Until one day the wind blew over just a drop
One drop of water, meant for a nearby crop
that God carried on air until it hit this spot
and sunk into the ground and spread all the way out
and miraculously the ground shook and began to sprout
And people came from far and from near
took planes, trains and boats to get here
to see the desert that turned into an oasis

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A Fear of Falling

spicyman11 — Sat, 19 Aug 2006 19:34:00 -0400

A fear of falling
I hear it calling
On the edge to sit
Nothing but waiting and stalling
What do you see in me that inspires u to love me
I can't see why, I'm crouching scared, alone and ugly
When I don't slip up I wonder why
A paranoid paradox of emotional undercurrents and lies
Living life one mistake at a time
Please, please, where are the keys
A wind is pushing me, though I'm on my knees
Praying so much among the fallen around me
Straying from my path as much as I plee
Can't escape this fear of falling
That is even now calling
The void within is crying
So hungry and dying
So die already you fucking psycho
But hey
Maybe it's the way now that I must go
Maybe there is a light within my ebb and flow
But my kingdom here of rot and decay
Is my only comfort so can't I stay?
In a cave blanketing my skin from the sun's rays
I have been forsaken to wait here until I'm taken
Nervous of this love, this hate
A meal cooked by god himself to sit and wait

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Hate, Pain, and Fear

LiLPuNk6 — Sat, 19 Aug 2006 19:26:00 -0400

WARNING FROM WEBMASTER: The following poem is Rated R.

Talking to my mom on the phone that night, she said,
"Hailey make sure you get a ride home tonight".
I said, " Yeah Ma sure don't worry".
I was fourteen, had no car, had to get home in a hurry.
I waved good-bye and said no more,
my friends watched me as I walked out the door.
I had such a lovely time that night no boys, no drinks, plus no fights.
I looked at my watch it was exactly 1:29
I had to get home fast I couldn't change my mind.
The alleyway shortcut was the fastest way I knew,
years later I still can't escape the pain that grew.
Standing in the ally was a man of about six years older,
even though I didn't see him the place suddenly grew colder.
From the dark a hand grabbed my hair
and another slapped my face with hard cold air.
I screamed as he turned my head to his face,
when I looked in his eyes my heart began to race.
As he kissed my lips I tried to make them tight,

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Young Girls

Avianna — Sat, 19 Aug 2006 19:09:00 -0400

Girls sit on the Square
Not Women
They lean into the car windows
Flaunting something they haven't even developed
yet
They tease
Acting like they don't know it
But they do
Young hoes live here in Washington
The younger the better right?

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All Over Again

RJ45 — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 19:00:00 -0400

This Poem I wrote for my fiance Katie on her birthday today, July 28, 2006. Happy Birthday, hun. I love you!

whenever I see you now and then
I get the joy of falling in love with you all over again
there is just simply no words that can explain how I feel
because it all just seems so surreal
nothing else in this life will simply do
there is nothing that can replace you
because you are who you are
you are that wish I made on a shooting star
if there was something that could express my love
I would go beyond and above
you should know that you are worth everything
and that you are the only thing that you ever need to bring
because whenever I see you now and then
I get the joy of falling in love with you all over again

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Fire 'n' Ice

Urithair — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 19:00:00 -0400

Fire within burning scalding
no head only a cold breeze
dont touch me you dont know me
the fire burning within a frozen shell
you cant get thru you make no sound
cold eminating forever touching nothing
passion within enveloping me consuming me
cinder ashes the pheonix arises again
shatting its Icy prison burning with no pain
Close your eyes hold them shut
relax, its ok lay down
feel the warmth surronding you, penatrating you
let it take you over give in it wont hurt
blue flames soft to touch dancing
smile, its alright theres nothing to fear
now jump fly away burn the sky...the world

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Motionless

Urithair — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 19:00:00 -0400

Time is still and motionless
Ripples through space colliding
Their wake changing the world
Chaos order pleasure and pain
Spinning out of control; a figure
Calm now; seeing for the first time
What it means to love

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