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Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on April 4, 2009 at 11:05am

I wanna see what your made of
you display weakness
I wanna se you keep ya head up
you expect me to feel sorry
you never had enough gull
you never had enough soul
you are truly full of shit
and now you can live in it

dont come beggin
dont come crying
you were never a player
you were always a pawn
you were always a failure
singing your pathetic song
motherfucker you shouldn't of even tried
to play this game like boys among men
dumb fuck you've hit a brick wall in a dead end

Comment by Blackspatter on April 3, 2009 at 2:00pm

I Hate!

death is just another word
i hate
it's the other word in fate
that starts to deflate

death is just farther away
from life
it's the further side of god
that starts to die

death is just a host before your ghost

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on April 2, 2009 at 8:57pm

faith is not a belief
it is your being
your very center
your soul

trust not what people say
follow your own path
cause they never gave a fuck anyway
now they feel you wrath

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on April 2, 2009 at 7:19am

mortally in vain
my pain is like no other
for what i've done to another
remorse is not sorrow
sorrow is not guilt
guilt has no conscience
sorrow makes no difference
man versus man
lie versus lie
the true armegeddon has arrived
there are no sides
for every man has sinned
truly have not live the word of god
so life continues to be grim
prosperity will not come and come not peace
till man has forgiven his brother and turned a new leaf

Comment by Marko on March 30, 2009 at 7:08pm

This is the very first poem I post in here, I hope you like it...

Redemption

As I turn away…
Their cries fade away…
Anger and Rage!
Denial and Hate!
Now I am of those,
those who showed up their real self.
The ones, enough brave to face the hate,
and feel the embrace of isolation and self-damnation..!
All my life, I lived on denial, until this day,
In wich I’ve shown my self, to the pity ones,
I adore…

Comment by Marcos Angelee Carmona on March 29, 2009 at 1:36pm

SuiCiDe


Look upon the waste of my life...,Do you not realize..the sacrifice?Things Denied of me,.NO man should EVER be.
Anger clouds my eyes,To the point i cant see.
The devil creeps in disguise,whispering endless lies.
Till my soul weeps,My lips no longer speak.,NO MORE-NO LONGER
As the metal meets Thy skin,MY life will end In ONE last sin.
To realease me from the trappings of life,Soley is the purpose of this knife.

As tears stream down my face,I bow my head in disgrace-

MY DESICION WAS HASTE.!

I realize the importance of life,As i stared at the blood stained knife.
As the blood drains from my wrist,life fades and siezes to exist.
Upon the last second,of my last breath,within the blood i write
-LoRd HaVe MeRcY On Me

Comment by Johnson Nathanael on March 28, 2009 at 11:26pm

"Lines of thin Blood"
Bloody the blade was as it sliced through the flesh on the table...
cutting the veins and searing the senses as i felt it flow across my skin...
feint to the touch but soothing to the soul it crept into my inner most desires ...
It satified my hunger for reality and gave me a sense of hope...
feelings of agony sent chills down my spine as I heard the bones begin to crack...
Felt as if the world was caving into my ribcage as my chest was sliced open...
Seeing was believing as I saw my lungs being pulled out of my own body...
One of them just wouldn't let go as I felt it being ripped apart piece by piece...
Air gasping for a second chance I realize was it all just a dream whats this...
this confusion in my head to the difference between reality and imatation...
but the pain it was still there and the organs felt like they were missing...
as I walked closer to the mirror I realized the darkness was the sheer fact...
the eyes had been pulled out of my sockets and this was just a reflection of past...experiences of looking in the mirror and actually being able to still see...
dim reality rang a bell as i proceeded to look down at mybody realizing I hadn't even taken a breath since I stood at the operating table...none of my organs were remaining...my chest had been ripped open flesh ribbons lay stranded across my chest and ribs were protruding from all sides there wasn't a desolated piece of flesh the resembled a living breathing organ...my lips had been peeled back to my forhead and left hanging ears had been ripped off and stuck to my teeth...skin on my hands resembled a ghostly bloodied tattered dress shirt...toenails all ripped of and the skin and muscles of my legs pined on my leg bones to resemble layered carnations...not a single tendon lay on my body that wasn't tatered or snapped by some devilish device...my body lay shackled and completely unrecognizible too any stretch of the imagination...my blood but my blood followed along my body like calligraphy like lines on a map chartering new and foreign lands seeing untold dangers and going into the very marrow of my bone and cerebrus...or brain...how my blood was still flowing out of the shreads of my skin and not spilling a single drop was fathomly terrifiying to me and therefore I couldn't stand to be in such a state of distress my emotions flogging my poetic sense of inability to breath even the very breath of life...the very force in which we need to survive...did my bodily functions run off of the screams that my vocal chords could still produce...had my body tought it self and my mind created new memories for which i would remember to be able to survive on a single life force...too such suck the life out of the echoes of my screaming orchestra in the walls of insanity...in which i live and breathe...one may never know what are ancestors survived off of so long ago...

Comment by Darian.Thunder.Storms. on March 27, 2009 at 7:10pm

"Senses"

Peering at me through eyes of blue steel,
I feel your presence overwhelm my senses.
Slim but strong arms folded, you are leaning against a gray locker.
I stare back at you, not daring to look away.
The earth-shattering silence is unbearable.
I open my mouth to speak, but you quiet me with a raise of your eyebrow.
I am standing there, mouth open, unable to make it shut.
You grin slyly, as though you know something I don't.
With a soft chuckle, you shift slightly to the left.
I finally close my mouth, and grin in return.
I blush, and look away.
Afraid you had seen my feelings.

~Darian Storms

Comment by Marcos Angelee Carmona on March 27, 2009 at 8:19am

REFUSAL
Shout till the heavens hear my cry,i shall not die...today, tommorow,never in time.immortal my soul shall be...to refuse death is what comforts me,i am the bearer of my destiny.

my purpose is forseen only through the eyes of those who have faith in me...to reap the benefits of their loyalty.

struggle,..... my soul does weep.To much pain ,for my eyes to conceal.Beyond repair ,my heart does not heal.Strong so the wicked dare not take advantage of me...,Strong so the weak will envy,Strong to influence those who look up to me.

No longer strong,.... weak in mind. But never will i lay down!Never will i allow my self to die,....never in time!

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on March 23, 2009 at 11:58am

True power with will is invincible
True power without will is inconceivable

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