Creativity Flows (Newest poems) By: Douglas Gray Disappearing act We arrive in our new home here in the middle of nowhere our neighbors speak in tongues we don’t understand we hope there nice its been days since we seen or hear from home we’re left with out supples starving and hope less here’s our disappearing act left without a trace a message left carved in a tree just a word was all that’s left of us our neighbors are alive and well and we’re the ones that disappeared where did we go, no one knows many think black magic or animal attack most believe we enter grated with the locales but no one knows the truth here’s our disappearing act left without a trace a message left carved in a tree just a word was all that’s left of us Egyptian goddess Laying next to you when your sleeping makes me smile and wonder if my life finally makes sense and when the sun hits your eyes makes your true color shine and shows how beautiful you are remembering that day your straightened your hair and did your make up you looked like and Egyptian goddess in modern clothing and how lucky I’m to have you life together seems possible and even down the road in time I hope to end with stable family with kids and you with me and when the sun hits your eyes makes your true color shine and shows how beautiful you are Medicated why don’t you just take me as I’m and not try to change me or put me in the same group as the crazies with a list of dangerous medication that just hide my condition floating with in a med dream my body on auto pilet following every command like some preprogramed computer program spiting out the right result just like everyone normal person does I’m not some lab monkey you can test on and see what’s different and correct it to correct it would be to lose what make me , me remember they broke the mold this is who I’m no amount of medication will change that my body on auto pilot following every command like some preprogramed computer program spiting out the right result just like everyone normal person does Frozen history As the heat keeps rising The ice vaults keep opening Revealing its secrets Opening a world of wonder and mystery An age in time which only gave suffering And survival skills keep you alive And bodies were strong from fire and brimstone Full of uncarted lands full of danger and riches As the people of today study my body And my equipment I hope that they learn From my crud examples and my life To better help the questions and mysteries Of today Because all we are, are frozen points in history Our stories are etched in walls and parchment And our shells we left of your knowledge Our runes are left to show the tech of the age So the next might learn to make it better then our examples California rain it never rains where angels never fly because it’s the angel's that bring their tears down on us being so close to hells gates feeling the devils breath on our necks only hoping for a little rain of hope but our hopes are shattered when the rain doesn't fall only if we hadn't fallen so far the the tree or if they hadn't picked us from that tree maybe then the angels would still fly over us and bring their tears down upon us cooling down the heat from the devils breath upon our necks it never rains where the angels never fly because its angels that bring their tears down on us. Sadness it’s a feeling that sucks all happiness leaving you with your worries and disappointments crying to release it all but left with nothing sadness is a cruel word it chocks every onus of pain from its victims all that’s left is the tears on their pillows and sadness in mind the room is cold dark lonely sadness's company is cruel when its over it rises to a new day like your sadness never froze time its pointless feeling for children but shaking it free from your life is hopeless because to kills sadness is to kill yourself its bonded to your heart sadness is all that’s left is the tears on their pillows and sadness in mind the room is cold dark and lonely sadness's company is cruel Pissing Contest you brag about your accomplishments like your some hotshot but most likely your wife is cheating your so far in debt the bank owns your soul you only own one good suit to play up your lie this pissing contest ends here I’ve taken as much as I can handle your worst then dirt but even dirt is better then you I can't wait until you receive your golden shower and feel how you made other people feel like their useless and there life means shit and when you have fallen from your pillar and look for help from your friends no one will shelter you from the truth about how your actions hurt others and now you must pay your dues . this pissing contest ends here I’ve taken as much as I can handle your worst then dirt but even dirt is better then you i can't wait until you receive your golden shower and feel how you made other people feel like their useless and there life means shit This town the light rises upon this town where no one is unhappy and everyone has good endings no one fights of even kills or steals welcome to this town we hope you stay for good and have just the swellest time we sure have and you should to walking through this perfect town makes you wonder why in away it fells wrong to not have anger or even an arguments each other no one can just be happy without wanting more smiles don't come easy when it rains 96% of the time normal is flawed normal is perfect wanting is human satisfied is unhuman that’s is just how we judge people welcome to this town we hope you stay for good and have just the swellest time we sure have and you should to The Condor I’m the condor my mass blocks out the sun I’m the collector of lost souls left to wonder, unwanted They live within me each taking its turn to speak Each equally alive as the next I’m death And death feeds off the dead I grow with every soul I take in Until I’m lost Not knowing which soul is truly mine I lurk in the shadows of your death bed waiting For the day I collect you And you become me or I’m I you As we take numbers to see who’s next in line To take the wheel of the condor I’m the condor my mass blocks out the sun I’m the collector of lost souls left to wonder, unwanted They live within me each taking its turn to speak Each equally alive as the next I’m death And death feeds off the dead I grow with every soul I take in Until I’m lost Not knowing which soul is truly mine Hero The hero engulfs evil But if you put him in a line up He would be pinned for evil No matter what good, hero does His still considered evil by his attire Judgment is thrown at the wrong person Just because he dresses like he does And doesn’t stay inline like the rest Dreaming of freedom and safety for all Hero kills, hero loves, hero feels His pain eats him up, just like everyone His heart brakes just like glass and shatters across the floor His anger gets the best of him Judgment is thrown at the wrong person Just because he dresses like he does And doesn’t stay inline like the rest Dreaming of freedom and safety for all If you think there’s something super about me You might be disappointed seeing that I’m dying here And I’ve left you here alone crying Do my actions I have left you alone to early But in my eyes I don’t think I’m a hero. The contract It small print hidden in its complicated wording Binding you like thread in clothing But the deal isn't complete unless its signed in blood Just sign it and then maybe I can help The demon said with his evil sharp grin As the signed contact caught on fire Disappearing into his hand as he says Deals are final no refund As he broke out in laughter As darkness surrounds me I'm stuck looking through a mirror Out at my life as he destroys everything u held dear Blackening my heart and desisting my mind with his filth Stupid deceptions make us so desperate So wanting for something better then you already have Not knowing that the thing you have are just as great Until you lose them until we realize our mistakes But its to late because deals are final no refunds The Harvenger the stillness of your cold hands as the life slowly left your eyes I would only have a little bit of time until you would turn into one of those monsters feeling the tightness in my chest as I held the gun to your head I’m your executioner to your second life if you even call it a life this harvenger swept most of the life from the world into to his diseased clenches an transformed them in to death spreading animals with only the indulgence of flesh in mind traveling in packs like rabid dogs we that remain travel alone or in groups treating each other ether like family or like an enemy never sticking or necks far enough to be bitten an the day we did it put your in danger and look at you now still and lifeless like a stone every life form is hopeful for the light to come and save us from the harvenger and his servants from damnation but it always darkest before the light in the end when it’s all over with all we have is our mistakes throw out on the table for all to see displayed on your face is the sadness and the lose of people close to you Half a person What kind of person can I be with half a face Feeling all those judgmental eyes all over me This incomplete feelings haunting memories of the incident Feeling like Frankenstein's monster trying to find a place where he belongs I'm only half a person forced t o walk this world As a monster to the people with a full face Hiding what might scare people from the slightest sight Deep down inside I'm just like anyone else But on the outside I'm this monster I stand at the edge of this life Feeling like some abomination that shouldn't have made it As the rain washes away the bandages revealing a normal face Unscaved from the incident that I thought had left me scarred Had only temporarily left its mark on my face But I had awakened to the same monster to be my face I weep tears that could bear no other meaning than this The thought of being this ugly thing for the rest of my days Only brought me to think of the end But in brighter days I wouldn't have thought of this Closing myself from the world and all its people Only my dog was my friend, he understood me And my company when I needed it, was my books I read many a day, stories with happy endings Why couldn't I have one ? Because I was the monster. And no amount of positive thinking could change that fact Feeling hatred from the world and my books I guess that’s why I did what I did Flames and smoke rose from my house Burning away all the memories and things I once held dear The monster couldn't bare the pain of ugliness for the rest of his life Over what everyone had thought of him, so he ended his life short, And never even thought of what he thought about himself ….