The answer is NoGentle sighs Of soft agonyEscape my parted lipsAs a griefponderous in both natureAnd intensityrests upon my heartOr ratherI say Nestled deep with inCradle by the chambersof my filthy bleeding heartA dust encrusted tombA freak show of twisted and pervertedfetid and depravedEmotionsBrought to lightBrought to lifePaid in fullBy sources unknownSuspected satanic Suspected the fallenUnlocked the boxShattered the floodgatesWith one simple thought,Raging through my mindContaining the words"Does anyone care?"
Pain-ridden LoveThis wretched feelingIt ripsAnd tearsAnd painsMy heart deeplyLayer upon layerOf scars on my heartFrom deep cutsHuge gashes of bloody hurtDrives away emotionKills the feelings deep insideAnd I bleed bloody tearsAnd quivering from depressionRabid painAnd searing cries of absolute agonyEscape my frothing lipsAnd deep insideFeelingEmpty
Suicides a sinSuicides a sinSin gleams off the bladeSlicing deep in my mindCleaving away reasonCutting away thoughtCarving a magnificentGrotesqueSculpture of painAppealing to my urgesCrying out to my bloodAs my blood cries outLeaping free form its prisonOf fleshy vein and boneRushing in a mad releaseUnhallowed vitae wishedWilled awayFrom its wretched hostAnd to revel in releasesAs the sweet ecstasyOf bitter agonyBeing born in sinAnd as is suchDieing in sin as well
Ode to MikeMikeHe looks downBent out of shapeHis smiles frayingHis laughs is dyingA scowl crosses his faceBut is oksCuz hes that kidThe one with blue eyesThe one with blond hairThe one with that smileThe one with those jokes He\'ll be okBut everyone accused himof having an attitudeof being miserableArgumentive, ImpulsiveIts just a bad dayBesides hes just that kidThe one with the sad eyesThe one with greasy hairThe one with the smirkThe one with the insultsHe\'ll be okAnd as he sits aloneRocking to and fro To his blistering musicContemplting his lifeOn a steel bladeIn the chrome reflectionHe see
Descent to HellDarkness begins to encroachAs my senses fade awayI slowly driftInto the unknown voidThen blackA slight flutter of wingsEchoes in my mindGentle hands embrace meAs my blood turns to tearsAnd my wrists softly weepMy eyes part slightlyTo be filled with a majestic sightOf an angelic visageAnd six golden wingsEncompassing meSurrounding me in brilliant lightAnd as it cradles me My eyes grow damp from the beautyAnd tears of crimson blood streak down my faceSobbing quietlyAs we slowly descendInto the depthsThe heat ever increasingThe obscene feeling in my gut growingAnd as it sets me downOn a bed of ho
Disgusting MeDisgusting MeMy eyes were adriftBut caught by the sightOf his pathetic countenanceA disgusting visageOf gargoyle like appearanceHis face twists and distortsInto that pretentiousPiss-colored and filth encrusted fake grinAnd shivers of disgust rocketDown my spineMy eyes lock with hisFor the barest of momentsThe dull sheen of bluePurveying a sense of cowardiceAnd absolute lack of intelligenceBut in that momentThat fleeting second pastI caught a glimmerA slight glimpseOf his tortured soulA soul cursed with a pointless lifeNumb from a tortuous pastTorn apart by present dilemmasStuck in a maelstrom of
Falling from GraceFalling from graceCast from heavenLike a stoneSnow white feathersTrailing behind meAs I plummetWinds slamming into meCurrents tossing me every which wayIn desperation I spread my wingsWhich in turn are snapped offTorn from my very backAnd the trail of whiteQuickly turns to redAs gouts of bloodLeap from my backAnd caress my robesWith its crimson touchAnd mingles with myPlatinum blonde hairAnd the blood turns blackAs do my robesAnd my hairAs I look about meWatching legions like meRacing towards the earthUndergoing the un-hallowingThe stripping of holinessI stretch a hand up to my creatorDe
Look in glassI gaze into a mirrorMy brow knots together"That can't be me"I mutter in solemn suretyBut doubt sneaks in edge-wiseAs a grimace Replaces a grinOnce always on my faceNow a faded memory From a long past epochAnd I gaze into thoseBloodshot eyesRavaged by hopeless daysAnd sleepless nightsAnd my soulJust gazing upon it Furrows my brow furtherDeepening the muscular crevasseAs it holds nothing but painAnd agonyAnd contemptA vial of vile emotionsAnd my fetid black heartThe throne of depravityHarrowed beyond its yearsTwisted and gnarledWith open woundsFrothing copious amountOf putrescent pusDroo
The MediocrityMediocrityI trudge throughEach passing dayAnd every dreary weekA thick mudslideOf exertion for the pointlessSucking away my timeEmptying my reservesDraining the colorFrom my lifeLeaving shades of bitter blackAnd pale whiteAs every hopeAmbitionAnd dreamFades to a shade of grayAnd takes a back seatTo merely livingStaying alive for a pointless reasonTo wake up each morningSo as to go to bedAnd sleep at night To wake up for the next dayTo live each day Like the lastAnd the nextSubtly useless in so many waysAs the American dreamConquers my life
Lone wolf-harsh winterThe fresh packed snowConforms to my pawAs my breath forms frigid clouds in front of meThe wind rustles my silver brown maneAs I watch the snow flakesGently drift down in serene patternsMy ears perkAnd my lip pulls back in a snarlAs I hear the crunch of snowFrom the passage of a hooved creatureMy belly aches from famineAnd my muscles waste awayMy mind is made upCrouching close to the groundMy legs pump at the snowCreating a small cloud of ice behind meThe wind runs through my coatSending cold chills through meAs my heart beats fasterAnd my lungs suck in cold airThe prey is in sightA small young doeBr
Poser ChristianYou sit in your pewsFront row of courseWith fresh pressed clothesDressed to impressWith your family of fourYour wife and your kidsWho all know their place in the familyAnd you intently listen to the preacherAbsorbing what he saysNever thinking for yourselfNever thinking he was wrongNever thinking at allAnd all the flaws you see in yourselfYou vow to make them betterAnd yet you still lust after othersAnd are still driven by greedBut that's ok God still loves youIt doesn't matter That the only time you pray is at churchYour bible gathers more dust than old photo albumsThat you ruthlessly beat your wife
Second ChanceA landscape in utter holocaustOpens up before meSickly green flames writhe before meCreating shimmer waves off ghastly heatAnd as my eyes focusI am exposed to monstrosities beyond conceptionThousands upon thousands of soulsStabbed with serrated sharpened bladesCovered in greasy bloodAnd filth encrusted teethGnashing and grinding for fleshA dull roar fills my earsAs the wailing agony pierces deep in my headSo many screams of tortureSo many sobs of hopelessnessI press my hands to my earsWrists still weepingTears and blood crawl down my faceAnd a heavenly voice echoes behind me"Cry not child, you are home"
HeartbeatIn my handsWashed with bloodIs a gentle beating heartPulsing and warmBeating synchrously with my ownThe velvet soft chambersContracting ConnectingFilling my soulMy very essenceWith the deepest senseOf belongingAnd the strongest feelingOf euphoria I have ever feltI press the heart against my chestRivlets and runnings of bloodCrawling down my skinAs my lonelyheart cries out to yoursPressing against my rib cageReaching outFor the companionshipThe loveIt had waited soSo very long forAnd it breaks free of its prisonA black bile infested thingStripes of pain trail along itPaths of scarsA
Rainy DayThe rain pulses against my upturn faceMy slick hair whips behind meAs a massive throng of peopleClad in black coats and black hatsFlanked by imposing steel monolithPresses against meEach face nondescript and blankThe rain draining their colorTurning them into a cadre of zombiesCloaked in emptinessAnd wreathed bitternessDeclaring their depressionAt the ominous cloudsBy embracing the groundBrutally staring downwardAs I throw my arms openInviting the downpour To soak me to the boneTo flow off my faceLike molten silverConforming to the contoursOf my joyous smileAs it drenches me in cold happinessI rev
Life of AmberShe strides down the halls of her schoolClad in black and blueHidden bruises disguisedBuried deep in her pyscheAs the kids all laugh at herRidicule her nameOstracize and outcast herTears freely flowly on the insideManifesting as a cold scowlEven in churchThe hallowed house of GodSprings of whispers And wells of back bitingSprout up about herThe facades of acceptanceDropped behind her back\"Satanic music\" is muttered frequently\"Wiccan\" runs through the crowdAs the churchTurns into a cesspool of insultsEven in her houseHer final sanctuaryWhere her parents screamAnd wail like bansheesAnd her bro
A little about meWell, this is just a little bit about me, nothing too etensive, just give a brief background of my life, me and my sources of inspiration for my poetry. Also a explain a little bit about my poetry as well.First of all, my name is Michael Green. I am(prepare for a long list) 16, bi, christian, furry, depressed, ex-cutter, poet, rocker, metalhead, reader, juniour and such. I have been writing poetry for about a year now, and I am quite pleased with my progress. I do try to write a piece at least once a day, but will settle for one piece every two or three days. My dad is in the air force, so I move around. As such I dont have many friends (*l
Sewer SideAs the rain pours downThe thunder roarsFrom the barrel Of a gunEchoing through the allyAs the brass bulletTumbles head over heelsEmbraced by my unwilling chestAs the lone shell clinksempty on the pavementFeeling no pain As my legs cave in graduallyDisbelief rampant in my mindSlowlySo dreadfully slowlyI collapseSinking to the groundAs my blood mingles with the waterDancing in little flourishes Amongst the puddlesThe world goes blackAnd my life is soldFor the wadOf onesIn my pocket
Queer RageYour words dig deepDriving further into my breastRipping open my cageAs splinters of boneAnd gristleFly in every which directionAs my exposed heartEmbraces the encroaching darknessThe midnight filthPoisoning my systemBlack oil spreadingWith each beatOf my festering heartCoating my systemWith slick depressionWashing away hopeWatering the seedsOf doubt and decaySprouting saplingsOf pure hateAs a snarlOf pure furyTears across my faceAs tears of rageCoarse down my faceTeeth clenchedBlood boiled beyond beliefMy fists ball upAnd draw backBeating the ignoranceOut of you
PeaceThe endless effervescent green stretches before meMolded into knee high grassBy the hand of a gracious GodI walk slowly through the sea of emeraldAs the waves of grass crash against my legsThe wind toys gently with my hairMy eyes spot a small island refugeA slight hill protruding from the groundAnchored by a massive oakI wade out of the oceanWillingly marooning myself on this isleLooking up, taking this titanic tree inGripping the first coarse nub and ascendingTime is set free, minutes and hours lose meaningI climb at speeds unknown, time no longer a constraint The sun wafts through the skyReaching its peak as
Seas of HateI just want to reach over and tear up the paper on the ground, rubbing the shattered edges against my arm Shedding blood and skin down it trickles of blood, pulses of blood, streams of blood, gouts of blood, onto the floor. Forming oceabs of blood in which ships trading only in whichShipsDealing only in sorrow and hatred sail their sailors drowning in tears. Of rage. Bull meat and salt, served aside a cup of warm milk.To calm my nervesAnd work in my spineUp to the dreaded mantelOf my brainThe darkest abyssOf the most putrid thoughtsA swamp of guerillasWaiting for an innocent thoughtL
ReLive ReLife ReWindMy old addictions come calling backcrawling backWracking meRaping meDevouring meChewing me upand spitting me outBruised and bloodiedFrom the countless cutsThat make me sighAnd make me cryAnd make me want TO DIEAnd the blades cry outAnd call my nameAppeal to my painAnd its the same againA fastforward flashbackReliving my pastOne razor One bladeOne cutAt a time
Cigarette DreamsChaotic origamiof news paper trashstrewn amongst the hobosand slumsstirsAs smog tainted windOozes through the streetsRattling the ashen soulsOf the unliving massesHuddling togetherFlanked by Steel monolithsThat reach for the heavensClawing at the color drained skyMonuments And TestamentsTo human ingenuityAnd tombstonesTo human hopeAs each soulTrapped by the steel girdersEntombed in glass prisonsWallow in apathyTheir hearts caked in ash And their souls gently smolder Til their embers fade And they're cast asideLike a used cigaretteAnd trampled onBy humanity
Sta.sh
