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Comment by christopher robin harrison on March 22, 2009 at 6:28am

a woman is like a rose,beautiful and delicate.just be carefull not to touch the thorn for she will make you bleed!

Comment by /\/\@99/e on March 20, 2009 at 3:41pm

"rainbow" by maggie on 1/28/09

no food...no sleep...alive on nothing but fear...
liquor dripping through my veins like an iv..
tantrums running through my brain...
voices..
voices..
voices.....
what have i become?
a desolate being?
a mindless soul?
no life?
no aftertaste?
hunger for awareness...hunger for pain.
hunger for suffering.....hunger for life.....
- or death?
it's gone...
no more...
no more clover fields...
no more lilly's...
no more beautiful...................
dark.....
dark openings....
blood stained walls....
screams around the corner....
death.....death became her.....will it engage me?
nails clawing down the walls.
scars on my body, my soul.
i am a scar....
am i a scab?
dried up blood and pus....
you can scratch but my itch won't leave....
annoyance.....unbearable annoyance......why won't you go?
see the clouds? like the soft cotton with antiseptic.
get your medicine.
feel the fire.
kill. kill. killing away the germs.
the sickness. the death.....
knuckles are healing now.
tiny pieces of mirror....
why look?
you don't like it.....
shave your head, shred the fat, scratch away ugly....
crawl in your hole little white rabbit.
be safe in your darkness.
you'll be happy now.
happy like the leprechans.
little green men with they're pots of gold.
over the rainbow, heeere weeeeeeeeee gooooooo. wheeeeeee!
how do you find your rainbow, little green man?
is it over that abandoned house?
is it over that power plant?
i can't find mine.....help me.....
colors are faded.
lights are dimmed.
hearts a racing.
tires are spinning.
i'm losing control.
losing.
losing.
losing.
lost........
breaks screech.......
i flip.
roll.
roll.
roll.
roll.
darkness..........
final darkness......
look........
theres my rainbow.....
theres my pot of gold.

Comment by christopher robin harrison on March 20, 2009 at 12:35am

"Did you Forget"
Dead! I am dead
Dead to you, dead to me!
Alive! I am not
You can't be here with me!
Nothing! Can i feel
Is not real to the consiquinces of your judgement!
Capable! I am not!
Have you forgotten everything in who you are?

Comment by Blackspatter on March 19, 2009 at 7:46am

im suffocated between the lies and the truth
between the hurt and pain theirs no life
only the hollow soul you call your god

im saturated before the skies turn grey
before love turns to dust the sun well die
the pain well paint the clouds with my blood
and i well give god the color of my soul

im separated when the hurt begans to rise
when the hate starts to rape my soul
theirs no meaning to the term of being alive
just the colors i paint your sky with

im elevated as the soul disappears
as the dirt begans to reappear
the heart starts to choke
before the sky turns grey with my blood
and the color incide starts to turn

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on March 18, 2009 at 10:36am

passion is not a desire
desire is not a passion
you are truly lost if you cannot decide
it takes all the courage inside
to stand for a cause
to be a leader that has no flaws

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on March 18, 2009 at 10:22am

your mortal flesh burns
your heart yearns
your head full of memories
your soul full of passion
this is every human reaction
what is love
is it just a fashion
or is it a hell ride with no traction
what is life with no meaning no purpose
it is truly ourselves that hurt us
never the ones to take the blame
we pawn it on others with no shame
its like a game with no rules
and we all act like fools
no time for reason
there is no season
where men become jackals
and put the world in shackles
its a constant struggle
a dangerous jungle
who cares if your set
it will only get worse yet

Comment by Darian.Thunder.Storms. on March 17, 2009 at 10:07pm

Wow, ALL of your guys's poems are AMAZING!! such despairing, tragic beauty...very lovely, all of you!

Comment by Blackspatter on March 17, 2009 at 1:44pm

blood washed streets, blood staind hands


this world is in immune in the change of everything
theirs no place for the old to die and the new to grow
theirs no brush to take out the tangles of this world
no life to to be alive to take the sticks and stones
but another day to fight an idea that wont end

this war is neutral to the ones dying for others wants
living and dying for a pointless term with no meaning
that has served us to the gates of are fate
and taking the hopes of others for are selves
to enslave the hopes of others takes are life
filling up the streets of crimson red stains the hands
from the soul to are faith in this world theirs no god to be seen

Comment by Blackspatter on March 16, 2009 at 1:45pm

the voice in your head is holy nor evil but immune to the voice of others

holy in the mind your missing peices in the head
painting the walls grey and red of chunks of skin and hair
the ringing of the blast lasts to the final smear of colors
daining to end of the line between life and death

the evil in your soul has no end but a voice in your head
talking of life after death you cant risk the weight of 23 grams
when your head can never be the same after shadder glass
your face reflecting smeared colors of red to grey
between the line of holy and evil
you dont have a choice to be born or to die

Comment by Dark Angel(the merciless martyr) on March 16, 2009 at 11:09am

the power to fight is the key to victory
no retreat, no surrender
society cowers from what it creates
all the weak perish because that's thier fate
the strong will conquer and leave no mistakes

war has no heroes only martyrs
fighting for nothing but a shred of hope
where there will be no peace among men
only a legacy which will fail in the end

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