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Battered RosesNothing now but battered roses fallen to the beatings of society, longing to be saved from such
Departed canvases for now no longer whole but cut in half, torn apart only to see scattered bloody
Pieces floating away amongst the floor, why should I wake when I am half past dead, for ailing misery
Knows no such company, just another pretty face, dying amongst the presence of horrid composers,
Every piece broken off, is the tormenting of a bellowing heart, I pray someone will pick up the pieces
And understand such indisposed sufferings…..
The soul eaterMy eyes plunged into thy soul
A hand on thy countenance
The other who tears thy heart
Thy blood flows abundantly on the floor
You cry, you scream with the help
Silly, it is too late
Tomorrow, an innocent woman will be like you
Mesmerized and trapped in my sharp claws
Gothic CinderellaGothic Cinderella
Cinderella wanted so much to go the Gothic ball
But she had chores to do
And her step sisters kept finding more to do
She wanted to listen to Nightwish and Within Temptation
While her sisters listened to One Direction
The sisters dressed in high street fashion
They shopped at Miss Selfridges and Next
Cinderella liked gothic clothing
Victorian cloaks with white frills
She had piercings and wore combat boots
The stepsisters did not approve
They thought she was strange
Perhaps on the borderline of insanity
They always picked on Cinderella
They were both going to the Gothic Ball
Even though they didn't like the music
It was the
How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.
Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.
Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.
And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.
WordsTaking your words I crumpled them up, and put them in my little woolen pocket, every step drags
Me down for I know, I am going to have to carry them about somberly in the breeze, such pain is not
Escapable, for words clench the blood out of my heart, leaving it only to be severed with the rest of
The organs to follow, such words consume me like a dark plague, with nowhere yet but to scurry to the
Walls of my brains, knowing now what must be done, taking a knife as a relic of nonexistent fear, cutting
Only deep down to make a hole, in hope longing pain goes out, my eyes burn with lasting joy as I watch
The words fall with drips of blood,
LinesSeeing through it all can be an everlasting savior, for those left who cannot, such fear comes to be
Inescapable to the eyes, one more to creep over into its place, taking time away with every glance
One more to tread, bitterness succumbing every step a maze of lengthened simplicity, wrapped into
Hallucinations of a morbid mind crossing the streams of living, watching the lines in the world passing
Slowly by searching only to waste time, for they are never going to change, the moments come and go
Only to leave, the mind troubled with voices festering in the immorality of fear…..
My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...
The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.
A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.
Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer
Shadows of men,
A bloody war,
That no-one will win.
The war that comes,
Of a broken man,
And the burning sun,
Charring the outlines.
Now we meld,
With all we despise,
Melt into hell,
In dark we hide,
Monsters and men,
One for every ten.
Ten part monster,
One part man,
Without a master,
Without a plan.
And un-preened claws,
And blood on the walls.
Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to
Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my
Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,
As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep
Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for
A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my
Little wings of white flames….
Ode to Majora's Mask's MoonYour horrifying smile
Stares down at me.
I run around Termina Town,
With great haste.
I must get everything
In 3 days.
Down on us.
I watch you,
Your red-orange eyes
With its beauty
2 days remain.
Townspeople in denial
Ignore your beauty
On the dawn of the Final Day
24 hours remain
My quest is
at an end
I know must run for
Night of the 13thNight of the 13th
Lines on the Wind
That night, the whole community was still
As though a strange event would befall
Then there came a solitary voice
'T was neither man nor woman, nor child
They all had gone inside and locked their doors
Nay, 't was the wind
How oft of late have I heard the voice?
I swear, it knows my name
Who could have told it?
The wind, it is a westerly flow
It has blown for many a night this week
Is there not a cemetery yon,
Somewhere in the distance, to the east?
Perchance, as it crossed a solitary grave
Someone there poke my name
When the body feels a chill, we wear a coat;
When the heart feels the chill, what can we wear?
Hark, now the wind is rattling my door
It sounds as though a hand is knocking
It has called my name again
Ah, what can this portend?
War and DeathWar was one a game
A game with sticks and toy guns
It didn’t mean anything
Now war means everything
War invades our minds
Intrudes on our hearts
It is no longer a game, but real
Where people get hurt
Where people really die
Death was once just a word
A word with little meaning to me
It didn’t have meaning
Now death means everything
Death kills our joy
Murders are love
It is no longer just a word, but fate
That leaves people hurt
That leaves people dead
War and death is all too real
To real in our lives anymore
War is everything
Death leaves nothing
War captures our minds
Death drowns our love
They are no longer games or words, b
Heart cushions for him.Copy paper sneezes – glittering ear pins;
toppled ribs laced in vitamins –
a synonymous murder,
to a pale yellow strand:
Who forgot her button,
and the fan she stuck through her head –
he had to navigate her corpse;
an anonymous chap –
tucking her knees into his backpack,
munching on iron and folic acid.
Ode to the ZombieMy wounded soul bleeds,
Because of these insidious seeds,
That have been planted,
Within the very depths,
Of my beating heart,
My thoughts plummet and fall,
From a malfunctioning brain,
Screaming from intense pain,
Looking into the mirror,
I can see that my body decays,
And I weep for former vanity,
As the infection pushes me,
Closer and closer to insanity,
I search for all the healthy people,
Intending to satiate,
My hunger fueled hate,
Upon the flesh and muscle of the living….
----Written by EKKnight
DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices
Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed
To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked
Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such
Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are
Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….
Silence as a weaponAs dark switches to light.
A new day beginning.
We all join the fight,
hoping this time we'll be winning.
The fights have started today,
fists held up high
Not only with that we hold them at bay,
also lyrics are held nearby.
Harm of words, which people create.
Same as melee, it can't hurt the soul.
But silence can penetrate
and it will definitely tear a hole.
Now comes the worst part.
She's acting like a friend.
Talking behind my back, just the start.
Planting a knife like the most evil fiend.
In the end,
it shows as a token.
Stop to pretend.
The silence is broken.
2010, Benny Temmerman
My last apologyThe girl I'm writing this poem for,
she knows it's for her.
This time it isn't filled with gore.
I'm apologizing that's for sure.
I know I've been wrong,
I made more than one mistake.
But i wasn't the only one,
who made this friendship break.
It wasn't for glory,
I even apologized for the smallest crimes.
I said sorry
way too many times.
You just stood there,
never said you're sorry.
You think it's fair,
figuring out another story?
Perfect, it's not mine,
but neither are you.
I don't seek forgiveness this time.
But deep inside I don't want it to be through.
2010, Benny Temmerman
Glance of ignoranceThis is just a game for you,
but for me it hurts.
I am way past through,
the bubble bursts.
This game you're playing,
pushing me around.
I'm the one you're ignoring,
now my heart lies broken on the ground.
When i needed support,
you were always there.
Now it's only when you're bored,
as if you didn't care.
This may sound new to you,
cause you're just fooling.
But i got feelings too
and that's what you're ignoring.
This filthy habit
you became master of.
Destroying me by every bit,
as now I've had enough.
2010, Benny Temmerman
End of bondsMy shield is broken,
the army scattered.
Isn't this a token,
that my soul is shattered?
She acts like I'm air
but i'm less that that.
If only she'd still care.
She doesn't, I bet.
Air is needed to live.
I'm not needed that's for sure.
There's nothing more to give,
so i'm walking through this door.
I tried to get closer,
You kept pushing me away.
Now it's all dark and blur
and above my head a cloud of gray.
I'll close this part,
doing this for you.
Gonna retrieve this broken heart.
I don't deserve it, that's true.
2010, Benny Temmerman
Last train homeAs daylight sets,
the sun goes down.
We forget the regrets,
wiping away the frown.
We will start tomorrow,
trying to gain every kiss.
As affection covers sorrow,
even in the darkest abyss.
She smiles so gracious
but it's for another soul.
Guess I'm just jealous.
She's happy, that's the main goal.
My focus is gone
and this grip I'm losing.
Amount of fantasy equals none.
This isn't fucking amusing.
Now here I stand,
writing this bit by bit.
With a pen in hand,
creating this line to quit.
2010, Benny Temmerman
A desperate call from OsloThe clock keeps on ticking.
Hate is building up,
slowly burning every bit of humanity.
Feel the heat
a call for HELP!
From a bunch of innocents.
Every one of them,
waiting .. .. ..
Just to be found as casualty.
This act so foul,
so foul that no words,
can describe it at all.
All help is frozen.
None heard the call.
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