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                Friday, May 14, 2010
                4:08 PM




                                          Poem book 5




                                       Be hide the door

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                Table of poems
                Friday, May 14, 2010
                4:11 PM




                        x.
                        Xx.
                        1.hero
                        2.Tis a nightmare
                        3.As the dagger speaks
                        4.nothing else matters
                        5.tattered clothing
                        6.paper
                        7.Twisted dreams
                        8.happy
                        9.boredom
                        Greatest poems
                        1.fadding farther away
                        2.T'was but a dream
                        3.new arivel
                        4.betrayed
                        5.My heart
                        Xxx.




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              Superhero




                    what I'm i doing standing here
                    what can i do I'm only human
                    i don't have any powers
                    feeling this cool wind blowing my hair back
                    this psychotic break
                    is to blame for my actions
                    i don't mean to hurt anyone
                    i only wish to save you
                    from this pain from life

                    what can i do I'm only human
                    this cape wouldn't help my fly
                    this mask wouldn't hide who I'm not
                    I'm fighting crime or only my monsters
                    with in my head

                    why can't you see all i want is safety
                    for you
                    but what i can i do I'm only human
                    and i can't even help myself
                    what makes me feel i can save others
                    from this monsters that hurt you all

                    I'm only a man in a mask
                    no amount of fantasy can shield us from reality
                    sooner or later the child inside us
                    dies and we are no long superhero's in our minds
                    but just an adult .




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                 twas but a nightmare
                 Monday, May 17, 2010
                 2:58 PM




            A Shadowy figure lay at my side
            Cold to the touch much like a stone
            As I try and shake it awake
            Could it be my love, but he does not breath
            Dark crimson dye thi sheets around
            Staring in to blank eyes like a dark well
            Horror fills my expression
            As I hope to wake from this madness
            But Tis a nightmare
            I'm unable to awake
            Tis my lover limp handed very much lifeless
            Discussed by the work of art before my eyes
            My love lay heartless and broken upon thi bed
            Never to love again forever empty
            Sick be the mind who done this
            But why leave me full of life
            Why not let us lovers leave together
            The image before my eyes baffled me

            Tis a nightmare forced on me
            Crimson messages written
            To me it reads
            For you my love
            I leave you heartless
            As thi felt no love for me
            And will never feel again

            Twas in my script
            My eye flowed like rivers
            Hand forever stained crimson
            And thi soul black as night
            I'm the witch of death
            Loveless and heartless
            As my lost lover twas
            A shadowy figure lay .




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                 As the dagger speaks
                 Monday, May 17, 2010
                 10:55 PM


                 As the dagger speaks
                 It commands for blood
                 To be shed upon its metallic skin
                 So I obey grasping this demonic blade
                 Cursed forever with blood shed
                 For my want for revenge

                 Deals with this smiling greedy demon
                 Hoping to bring peace to my broken heart
                 For the loose of kin
                 Clouded minds never choose wisely
                 For my ignorance I get this cursed dagger
                 Forever to obey its every whim

                 The dagger's winey violin screech
                 Screams "KILL HER " "I would like for you to kill
                 that one" cursed this idol hand as it creeps
                 forward inching the blade deep with in her back

                 As the dagger goes quiet
                 This lovely flower withers away in my hands
                 Like dust in the wind had carried her soul away
                 And all I have is the stem stiff and cold

                 Tossing the dagger away I weep
                 Have I gone mad have I lost all humanity
                 Blood has been spilled
                 Oh I hate this revenge
                 And these bad chooses

                 Its winey loudly like winey violin screech
                 "why care death is peace to her broken heart"
                 My hand twitches toward the dagger
                 Wanting its greed in its hand
                 I have lost my soul to this evil curse
                 Forced to do its biding
                 And its unquenchable thirst for blood
                 From the broken hearts

                 As the dagger speaks
                 Soon for my life it will take
                 When it has killed everyone
                 With in this world there will always be one broken
                 heart for it to speak for its life to be ended
                 And I have to obey its orders .




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                 Nothing else matters
                 Wednesday, May 19, 2010
                 10:31 AM



                 What a wicked web we weave
                 People play the strings of fate lying and playing people off
                 as fools
                 When will they learn that karma follows those who deal
                 with the dead
                 Playing their one stringed guitar that screams a loud song
                 of sorrow that sends chills up the spine
                 Like finger tips slowly feeling its way up their skin like
                 bugs crawling through a corpse
                 Driving the nail deep within the hopeful hearts leaving
                 them wounded deep bleeding wounds
                 Of self doubt and pity playing the only noise they know
                 that will bring the attention back to them
                 Like a drug floating in the air only caughting the weak
                 willed with a scent of sweet lust
                 Sending them in to a deep obsession of touching and
                 feeling their victims with their piercing eyes
                 Removing their clothing covers one at a time leaving
                 them naked and helpless
                 Ever watched a fly without his wings try to get away
                 scratching at the walls as their helpless victims try
                 to fight the cravings for the drug injected from the lips
                 and from every lusting touch and hurtful words
                 Left wanting and craving until there an empty shell of
                 nothingness forced to keep themselves company




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                  Tattered clothing
                  Wednesday, May 19, 2010
                  10:37 AM


                  Cold and broken
                  Discarded like last nights trash
                  He would card less how she feels
                  As long he gets his fill

                  This tattered clothing
                  Stained with blood
                  Long since dried
                  Torn like her heart

                  He likes his women
                  Like he likes his animals
                  Obedient
                  To cower at the sight of his hand
                  But this one is different
                  All he needs is more time
                  To break this stubborn spirit

                  This tattered clothing
                   Stained with blood
                  Long since dried
                  Torn like her heart

                  She plans to deserve him
                  To give in to his every whim
                  She hopes bite the hand that feels
                  And beat that mutt the same as he did to her
                  Turn the whip again him
                  Hoping to final be feel from this
                  Tattered clothing and this prison life
                  Maybe he might understand

                  Cold and broken
                  Discarded like last nights trash
                  Her plan backfired
                  And here she lays
                  Half past dead left barley breathing
                  He would careless how she feels
                  As long as he gets his fill.




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               Paper
               Friday, May 14, 2010
               4:14 PM




               I can never get enough
               Every time I fill my pockets
               Its seems to just disappear just as fast as I put it in
               All I see are red negatives stacking up against me
               No matter how much paper I save its never enough

               Its paper nothings backing it up
               Got no credibility they just print more
               To give this country of dept. some hope in the world
               When we are down spiraling
               In to a paper shredder

               Sooner or later
               Paper will have no value
               It will not even be useful to whip your bum

               But for now I feel like I can't get enough paper
               To keeps theses worries at bay
               It disappears right when I get it
               Everyone seems to want some of my paper
               And soon I'm left with very little
               To use on myself




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                Twisted dreams
                Wednesday, May 19, 2010
                5:11 PM
            Twas ever spreading through night to night
            Ever haunting my lovely dreams
            Twere the demons that played with dreams
            Twisted dreams twere coming
            Eternal sleep was taken from my very hands
            Cold and haunted were my very dreams
            The gloomy flaming hell that shown
            Through my very grey cold eyes
            Twere many dark and demonic
            Claws twisting dreams haunting
            The very fiber of my bean
            Staining in a dark cloud around
            This haunted cup the demon hands
            Griped with an eternal embrace
            Hoping to keep the command in his
            Grasp the power through chaos and evil
            Smirks shown through sharpened teeth
            Of the dammed rotting in there very coffins
            Twas their very own fate and unspoken words
            Of eternal pain never to speak from their missing tongues
            And their twisted dreams forever griping
            Their lovers hand until death brings them
            To there open coffin waiting to embrace
            Their dead corpse twere may still griping
            Upon their gold with there greedy hands
            Twas a foggy night upon the ghostly town
             Known as my very beating heart
            Speared with the rusty knife of loneliness
            Wishing on a star that was ever shining
            Through my cold eyes that show
            My twisted dreams plagued by evil
            Darkness known as the lust that
            Taints my very dreams
            Holding my bony hand raised for the
            Lovers embrace to bring life back to my heart of stone




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                happy
                Wednesday, May 19, 2010
                5:13 PM


                These days seem long and full of sadness
                but my friends bring me happiness
                i can smile at time when i thought i couldn't

                times i think I'm alone when i really not
                its just a state of mind that erases everyone from my mind
                but i soon pull out of this downfall back to my normal state of mind

                looking through the right eyes once again
                hoping and wish for that same smile to keep appearing
                and for at least one happy moment everyday

                but it seems like it becomes harder to get at least one happy moment
                or for that same smile to show upon my face
                the feeling that your loved and wanted




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                  boredom
                  Tuesday, May 25, 2010
                  11:02 AM


                  Sitting here
                  Without anything to do
                  But sadly ponder what to do
                  And coming up short

                  I could lay on my back
                  Or maybe take a nap
                  Maybe fettle my thumbs
                  But without conclusion

                  Boredom is a very odd
                  train of thought
                  An endless loop of ideas
                  But never an choices

                  I could gorge myself
                  Or maybe just have a snack
                  There's so little to do around here
                  Other then clean my rear




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                 Fading Farther Away
                 Tuesday, May 25, 2010
                 3:46 PM




                 You have done so much for me
                 and all I can do is watch you die.
                 Feeling helpless
                 not knowing what is wrong with you.
                 You're fading farther away from me
                 and all I can do is watch.
                 No words can bring you back.
                 No one can replace you
                 and no one can make me happier.

                 You're fading farther away from me.
                 I was told you're still here with me,
                 that you're always here.
                 You are a memory in my mind
                 that seems to fade slowly away
                 but somehow I know you're gone
                 so I take a few days to mourn.

                 You're fading farther away from me
                 and all I can do is watch.
                 Death may take you from me
                 No words can bring you back.
                 No one can replace you
                 and no one can make me happier
                 until the time comes
                 that I should see you again.




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                T’was But A Dream
                Tuesday, May 25, 2010
                3:46 PM




                                  The black rose lies upon her lifeless corpse.
                                  Dark scenery lays midnight shades upon the graveyard.
                                  I laid her upon the stone, in angels’ care,
                                  as the darkness slowly creeps around me
                                  like a cloud of evil come to take these sins of mine.

                                  Into their hands I lay my love alone and heartless.
                                  So now, Love may never find a way to break her fragile
                                  heart
                                  as I once had. Never a love more complete then she,
                                  she be the angel from heaven and I be the demon of sin.
                                  But there in the shadows,
                                  she lay upon my arm peacefully
                                  and very much alive……..tis but a dream.

                                  Smiling upon the sight of her beauty,
                                  I lay my hand upon her head.
                                  Bright hands reach upon the sky, then clouds cover the
                                  moon.
                                  Does she yet breathe? No, thy life remains still as if
                                  time has stopped.
                                  Midnight black fills my once bright dreams,
                                  horror and death lay upon my crimson hands.

                                  A shapeless form laid before me, just a shadowy outline..
                                  “She be dead. God has taken her from me when I
                                  needed her the most.”
                                  But there in the shadows,
                                  she lay upon my arm peacefully
                                  and very much alive……..tis but a dream.

                                  Dark scenery lays midnight shades upon the graveyard.




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                new arrival
                Tuesday, May 25, 2010
                3:48 PM


                To grow into a strong women
                The fitting image of her mother
                With the mind of her father

                Hoping to have a diary of memories spent with
                Her family her life and her love
                Not much is known about this little baby

                But that she knows that she has began her first
                Step in to the big world full of wonders
                And chances for her to succeed
                Welcoming this delicate new child
                Into this world
                A new blank page
                Starting to fill its self with thoughts
                And experiences

                Never judging the people she meets
                Or the places she sees
                Nothing in the world is worth the price
                Of seeing her smile or laugh for the first time

                It’s as if time may have stopped

                And at the moment you can’t believe
                You created this lovely angel
                That had no clue or doubts

                With those eyes staring back at you
                Reaching out for the care from her mother
                And the strength of her father
                And looks for her parents to help her
                Fill her blank pages of her diary of her life
                To grow into a strong women
                The fitting image of her mother
                With the mind of her father

                Hoping to have a diary of memories spent with
                Her family her life and her love
                Not much is known about this little baby

                But that she knows that she has began her first
                Step in to the big world full of wonders
                And chances for her to succeed




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                   Betrayed
                   Tuesday, May 25, 2010
                   4:02 PM



                   Staring down the barrel of this tool of hate
                   Wondering will I became just another statistic
                   Another person erased by a black bag and a parade
                   Of flashing lights

                   Feeling your dagger trust deep within my back
                   Cries of pain and thoughts of broken trust
                   How could someone I trusted with my life
                   Be the one choosing to take it without one thought
                   Of grief or sorrow

                   Your Blood runs thick with dirt and greed
                   Using everything and everyone to gain
                   Just a inch forward
                   You can’t even smell the stench you leave be hide
                   It’s as clear as day where you lay your faith

                   I couldn’t even trust you to caught me if I fall
                   Or if I were dying for you to save my life
                   Your heart is as a stone cold and hard
                   And bitter as a the words that leave your mouth

                   Respect and trust is only gained
                   With a equal trade of the same
                   But it’s clear that this I gave too much
                   And didn’t get in return.




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               My Heart
               Tuesday, May 25, 2010
               4:03 PM


               Don't worry about my heart

               It's just a muscle that beats within my chest

               And keeps me alive

               It doesn't break physically

               It's just a mental pain

               That feels like my heart is breaking into a million pieces

               AT moments it feels like it has been thorn from my chest And stepped upon like some useless piece of
               trash That someone was done with

               I'm hoping that I would never have to pick up the pieces Those were broken by you and your careless
               choices You never seem to care how I'm feeling or how your choices Will affect me and you

               You say that I'm the one but your choices say other wise

               I want to be a part of your family

               But you never give me the chance to be

               Have you ever feel like nothing and useless

               Well that's how you make me feel when you make careless choices
               I want to feel special I want to feel like that

               Lucky girl you say I am but some days I feel like

               Like all the other girls.

               But other days I feel lucky and special

               Like the only person within your life that you

               Care about.

               But don't worry about my heart

               It's just a muscle that beats within my chest

               And keeps me alive

               Its doesn't break physically

               It's just a mental pain


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               That feels like my heart is breaking into a

               Million pieces.




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