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Comment by Johnson Nathanael on April 29, 2009 at 5:36pm

"Coma"
A translucent state of quiet nothingness...a dislodging from society...no one knows where you go and no one cares only because that means they are not there...a state of utteral complete darkness...depression and terror flourish as the dead flowers in these fields of gloom and despair...pick one up and it turns to ash as it blows away with the winds of death...why is the such...loved ones caught in this state...what to say what to even think...as if you become what they are...a meer coma...caught up in the webs of fate and treachery...as if death betrayed you and blew a kiss...the personification of what you'll become...biased to believe that you should stay like this...death whispers:"everyone is doing it"!...then laughs as you burn in your own flames...if you fall off the roller coaster of life is that what happens?...a coma the only way to stop time...and stand still in the mist and watch as your empires crumble...what do you think what do you feel...scared...angry...what...and...why...questions roll out on to the parchement of your lifes story as each new chapter unfolds...should i stay here...should he stay there...he didn't choose that...father...why...you were fine as the mist rolls away and in comes reality...who and what...does anyone know and does anybody care...

Comment by Mair on April 26, 2009 at 2:48am

Why should you suffer because you are not like the majority.
Why should I not be loved by a girl.
Because I´m not like the ideal person?
All know that nobody is perfect.
But nobody wants the one with flaws.
How come?
I will not pretend to be something that I´m not again.
Not for you..
Not for you, not for anyone.
Just stop this play, just drop this charade.
For it is no longer amusing, just let me go.
Go far away from you...
Go somewhere.
Somewhere called home.

Comment by Marko on April 21, 2009 at 3:43pm

I'LL SAY IT OUT LOUD!!

Lets take it down, break it up!!
I'll say it out loud!!
I'll blaspheme in 'ur name!
There 'r no gods, theres no heaven, not even hell.
Life is what it is!
Im meant to be like this..!
I'll say it out loud!
Hostile, Agnostic, Abomination, Revelation!!!
As I burn my soul up, while I'm writting this paragraphs...
Im meant to be like this!!
Erotic & Semiotic!
My body language speaks what my mouth can't shout!!
I'll say it out loud!
But is not the time..!
No gods, no laws, there will never be an apocalypse..!
Im Hostile!
Im Agnostic!
Im an Abomination!!
I speak the Revelations!
I know it, the secret...!
Wich one??
LIFE!!!
I know it!!
I'll say it out loud...!
...as I burn my soul up, while I'm writting this paragraphs...

Comment by Blackspatter on April 21, 2009 at 11:04am

i remind myself what i am
to remember my place in time
to remain myself through time
i find the reasons to change
before it was just a game
before i use to be the same
know between the lines of ending
the sky falls through cracks
the ground speads through air
poisen to the touch of love
my hate chose the touch of fate
grey to black colors reverse
soul to dirt the end is just a bless
giving is taken in your world
the role in your play
stole by the hands of god
my life through yours eyes
my soul through your eyes
fills your thoughts of my eyes
through my eyes theirs no world
through my eyes theirs no god

Comment by Bo on April 20, 2009 at 3:16pm

Scars

What is a scar?
To me a terrifying reminder.
At a sight, which couldn't be kinder,
brings my mind here from afar.

What are my scars to others?
A sign of fear? A sign of respect?
Do they make kids cry to their mothers?
It seems their eyes disapprovingly inspect..

When does a scar become more than that?
When I feel down and need stimulation,
Demoniacally I turn to self-mutilation,
Then comes the regret in no time flat.

A scar can be so much more than a memory.
My regret is amplified to an extrasensory.
A scar can be a force that tackles,
But to me scars are my shackles.

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on April 19, 2009 at 11:08pm

Your will your lies your poison
Flowing through my veins
Your set its done you've chosen
To let your presence reign
Never the one to admit your demons
Instead you bow down and soak in your feelings
You think you know but you don't
You press on me and I won't
It's a never ending cycle with you
We could on until my face is blue
But you'll never really know me
And all I'll be to you is obscene
So fuck you my heart is rotting
All that's left is a memory of a mother long forgotten

Comment by The eye of the storm on April 19, 2009 at 12:41pm

MIDNIGHT RUN

I'm going on a midnight run
Gotta find a loaded gun
pull the trigger just for fun
aming shots right at the sun

Try to open my third eye
when I staring at the sky
in the night I feel I'm high
and I fell that I'm flying high

Waking from this midnight dream
where nothing is what it seams
Demon laughter and waking sreams
sleepless nights of endless dreams

Running when I cannot hide
and hiding when I can not run
Running from who I am
and hiding from the only one

trying to find a place to hide
and finding no place that I can run
Trying to find out who I am
and hiding from the only one

Im going on a midnight ride
gotta find a place to hide
theres nothing left forme to find
cause I've got to deal with my dark side

Now its time to have some fun
which one of you would like to come
pull the trigger of my gun
while I kill the only one.

Comment by gabe van hasin on April 11, 2009 at 2:41pm

brothers and sisters of the collective lets step outside of the depression the soul has more to it such as aggression so lets rain the world with words that have more then pain the poet has more tools so lets use them fools fall in the trap that pushes us itnto writting crap such souls are uniqe we need not preach but inspire the rest the people to more then fake belifes. pain is our motivation the journy of life is more then just the camotion hate is our fuel that gives birth to the train it's the locamotion life is the lesson fore ever learnd this is my testamoney in ths poem

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on April 6, 2009 at 7:09am

Fuck Off

to the ones that think you know me, fuck off!!
barely even know me and you're talking your shit
funny thing is that you don't know the half of it

opinions are plentiful and prick like needles
regardless of how they might feel
but my mind is made of steel
my soul is like a burning fire
I torch the knowledge and baste in my desire
no time for motherfuckers and thier bias wit
i have my path and i'm walking it

what do you have?
you have no path, nothing to show
except for your fucked up opinions that you bestow
so while I live my life, you think of it
with your dick in your hand and a face full of spit
maybe you'll realize your not the shit, fuck off!!!

Comment by Thorn on April 5, 2009 at 11:53am

teenink.com. It's by teens for teens. The actual print magazines are cool too.

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