Thy Decatying Souls (original) (raw)

Strewn	[12 Aug 2010|02:44am]
Somewhere in this mind that has purged all emotion and clung to your misfortunes. Though irrationally impossible you broke through the black surface only to reveal multicolored blood. I saw her, saw her move more than once with images, figures and genes changed each time and I died a little each time. You may have stolen my love but that blood is on your hands. When I saw you with her again I sat down waiting as I had tea only to see you two emerge and with the gun in my hands I died all the way. My heart torn all the way open with multicolored blood strewn throughout the floor. Torn open once to feel though the last layer broke the vessel. I had once cared about these sores but fuck their existence. I channeled this pain into the bullet that tore up your man hood. Tore open her beautiful voice as I kissed her and she died. I had seen you drowning with a fretful look as I pushed you below. Hurting you as you'd hurt me, now you can go back home. She will be mine now. Go fix yourself and come out of the closet. I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life. Tore your heart open and burned it so you can feel. You should've killed me when you had the chance. travelinghost.blogspot.com
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An emotion much worse	[19 Feb 2010|10:54pm]
This emotion is so much more powerful than the green eyed monster called JealousyIt is foul, painfulA heavy burden weighing on any heart that is not enforced with sheets and plates of metalIt is pathetic, timelessThis emotion is so much more elusive to us as a human raceHaving forgotten the needs of othersRemembering only our own selfish desires and questing the rights of othersThis emotion is called guiltIt is not love nor hate nor even fearGuilt which is so powerful Any being who's heart is too weak to fight it falls before itGuilt which draws tears to dry eyes and wreaks pride into twisted scraps of hatredGuilt which brings us out of our safety into our hellEither to fix what has made us guilty to our own eyes or assuage our greedy souls Our greedy crimes and innocent thoughtlessness leads to feeling this emotionThis emotion that is as powerful as every other emotionThis emotion is guiltAnd guilt shall one day drive me to my grave
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	[13 Jun 2009|12:12pm]
[ **mood** | aggravated ] 'From the first day I met you My heart became yours We talked for hours on end It was you who I adored Although, As time went by I thought you truly cared But the truth was not what I expected This truth, I could not bare I loved you so much And you only fed me lies You ripped out my heart Watching; Waiting for me to die' Now I don't know who came up with this, and I do not take credit for it.
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	[13 Jun 2009|12:09pm]
[ **mood** | aggravated ] Ok, this is my first time posting in here. I just joined like 2 days ago, but I have made a couple of comments on peoples poems. I thought I would be nice and say hi before posting something that I think is a really good poem and one of the poems in here made me think of it again.
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Breaking Free	[28 Sep 2005|03:49pm]
[ mood** | nervous ] I usually don't write in meter, but somehow I felt it was proper for this one (ehh..the meter is inconsistent in some places...). This is one of my favorite poems. I love it, but I always feel biased. Am I being delusional, or is it really good?Breaking Free II walked forlorn the steady path that lifeDid beseech me so, traveling yonder toInevitable hyperboreanGlow; fate for all, fate for me, as is decree.The path, I followed--yet I walked I kew not Where, only how the end would fair, every gildedWay, each solemn road, all countless crossingsLong since tried, and long since trod: all wereDifferent, all were same, once way treks with Many names; there forlorn I walked those steady Pathes. Cold and tired, I continued on, oneOf many, one of all, till that day, a quietMidsummer's Eve, that day of days when shoresOf sand and rock I did seek and saltedWind rose up, finally within my reach.( Continued behind the cutCollapse )**
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Untitled	[28 Sep 2005|02:19pm]
Hi, new here. spooky_sez pointed me here from the _asylum_. Her dark eyes--wicked glowcan't escape.trapped in that realm I cannot breakbut to wake.They stare, lookingcutting deep, one way glassbolted in my brain.Every sleep, there she is,stupid, fawning, haunting_or is it all me_?--No, no escape in that nightwhen it's worse than daylight.Her skin was soft, gossomer lace--wrapped over her scaled plate--that I did, once, love to touch,and now when I close my lids,see clear through darkness veiled.I loved her once, long pastbut then she didn't care--she fucked whoever there--leaving mebroken, hopeless, despaired.Obsession I can't escape,yearning, wanting, lusting,still stung by her taintburning in the dark of night,no matter how I wish it stopped,yelling, screaming, crying:Get out of my fucking head! (was also posted to _asylum_
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emo but cute	[25 Jul 2005|11:11am]
[ **mood** | sincere ] i wrote this poem/song/whatever for my boyfriend for our 6th month "anniversary" its cute i guess...I love the way you tasteand I love the way you talkand I love my arms around your waistI love our little walksand I love it when im kissing youto lovesongs in accousticin the summertimewith legs entwinedjust the way we used toand I love the way you tasteand I love the way you talkand I love my arms around your waistI love our little walksand I love to watch your eyesas they sparkle in the moonlightso beautiful, so radianton a starry winter nightI love the way you tasteand I love the way you talkand I love my arms around your waistI love our little walksand I love the way you make me laughjust because it makes you smileand i love the way you talk to mei could drive with you for milesI love the way you tasteand I love the way you talkand I love my arms around your waistI love our little walksand I love it when im kissing youto lovesongs in accousticin the summertimewith legs entwinedjust the way we used toi could talk to you all fucking dayand not run outta things to sayi love all of the things we doim so fucking in love with you
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...how i feel?	[25 Jul 2005|10:49am]
[ **mood** | worried sick ] uhmm.. this is a poem i wrote... its about thinking you dont want something and then realizing how much you do i guess... read it and tell me how much it sucks. <33in a bed lay twoa boy with a girl too scared to love like she used toand they dont kissno they dont touch much at allcause you dont need to touch in a romance so strongand you dont need to stutter over words you cant sayand you dont have to worry in any such wayno you dont have to worry at alland she cant help but feel that maybe gravity stopped pullingcause she feels like she might just be floating through spaceshe cant help but notice how she feels everytime she looks at his faceand suddenly theres a look and his eyesas his hand it slowly caresses her thighsshe cant think- she is hypnotizedaway with the nightmaresaway with the liesshes falling inshes falling into romance lined with satin and laceshe falling into that perfection that lies behind his faceand behind his pretty blue eyesand his love seems like magic starting to beginand she giggles as pixie dust tickles her skinand she closes her eyes and begins to realizeshes fallen in
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poem... it could be a song too.	[25 Jul 2005|10:45am]
[ **mood** | fucking in love ] A RATHER POETICAL PLEDGE OF DEVOTIONLife is overrated babyLife is complicated nowand it seems that everytime you fall, angeltheres somethin there to keep you downbut if you look down, darlingill surely lift your hopes, i willhoney i refuse to let you downand if ever you get turned upsidedowni swear ill turn it aroundand i can see that all these endless impossibilities, babyare really getting you downtwisting your stomach inside outbut if your lipes are preoccupied, honey, you wont be able to frownbut if you look down, darlingill surely lift your hopes, i willhoney i refuse to let you downand if ever you get turned upsidedowni swear ill turn it aroundand if ever you get lost in the cloudsi wear ill keep your feet on the groundand if you look down, darlingill surely lift your hopes, i willhoney i refuse to let you downand if ever you get turned upsidedowni swear ill turn it aroundlove is a powerful emotionto you i swear my devotion(stay up) repeat and faaaaaaaaade out
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More Poetry! bwaaahahahahahah!!	[25 Jul 2005|10:44am]
[ **mood** | cold ] theres a fire in your eyesyour angry, your tiredyour tired of liesyour dying insideyour jaded and sadyour gone and your twisted and spitefull and madtheres a hollow space in your heartwhere something beautiful once laybut now it is baren, with dust and decayyour mind is wornyour soul is blackyour heart is tornyour thoughts are whacktheres a fire in your eyesyour tiredyour jadedyour angry
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A poem I wrote for english.	[25 Jul 2005|10:40am]
[ **mood** | thoughtful ] Ebony Ashesebony ashes disintigrate into the windthe flicker of a firea flame found deep withinthe thoughts of it will haunt youfor they remind you of your sinsins so black, fate so grimebony ashes disintigrate into the windthe flicker of a firea flame found deep withinsins so black, fate so grimStop Burning
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	[25 Jul 2005|10:21am]
[ **mood** | cold ] uhhm... hi. i just joined... and i figured id say hi before a posted any poetry... so hi...
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