My life is a message,
My soul, a metaphor,
They both carry meaning,
A truth, nothing more,
Truth of love,
Through pieced and broken,
Finding happiness,
Through others and token,
But this life I lived
Is broken down
So far I question
If it ever existed,
Are we simple?
Or do we just try to be?
If I am dead,
And you're alive,
Then bury me
Ten feet below,
Deeper down
And more to earth
Than you
Will ever know,
The dirt,
Encases,
The world,
Embraces,
My heart
As well
As my soul,
NO names for these old poems by 36pride, literature
Literature
NO names for these old poems
The light that shined,
off the blade in my hand,
Was nothing to mind,
compared to my minds last strand,
of a sad, menacing thought,
of the love I once had,
and the pain it brought
The edge went deeper,
and left a dark red tail,
in my mind the reaper,
spun his own tale,
Blood trickled down my arm,
and onto the red floor,
When I cause myself harm,
I want more and more.
you've carried my mind,
while my body was dead,
and i was so blind,
that you had to get in my head,
and remind me of myself,
and of the pit i've dug,
the knife's on the shelf,
my mind's drug,
the friends i've made,
and the one's i've lost,
came and went w
Ties that Bind
Daemons run around like shieks,
on camels in my mind,
slowly the warm blood leaks,
pain is a tie that binds,
he makes your home his head,
quickly making you blind,
once he's inside, you'll soon be dead,
Hate is a tie that binds,
The Imp of the underworld,
Cackles out loud and grins,
A boy sits, body curled,
and pays for his sins,
Energy drains, mind rots,
and one voice is spoken,
at the door it knocks,
Love is a tie, easily broken
The Totem Pole
Here stands the daemon,
Carved with his evil grin,
sitting lower than his twin,
He spreads terror and sin,
The brother smiles wide,
showing off his teeth of yello
Amor Ever More
When he looks in to her eyes,
The whole world seems to shine,
He gazes at his beautiful prize,
Made for him by gods own design,
He walks slowly beside her,
His one true love for all to see,
Trying to talk but his mouth still slurs,
He wonders what would happen if he,
Offered to take her hand, he hopes she'll agree,
She takes his hand,
With no hesitation,
His life is now grand,
She was, and is, his salvation,
Their love together will always grow,
And they can share in each others woe,
The love that two just love to show,
Inside it makes his dead heart glow.
Death march
Hoarse drums mark the beat,
of the thousands of marching feet,
A great enemy they'll meet,
But they're marching towards Defeat,
The lite and small were far ahead,
Their job was one to dread,
If they were seen, they were dead,
The enemy would display their head,
In the middle were the strong,
those who couldn't go wrong,
their reach was long,
pain killers in their bong,
Then behind the mid,
in the trees they hid,
silently they slid,
arrows and majicks they did,
And in the very back,
they were not ready for the attack,
their tension ropes slack,
They covered other's tracks.
Circles
When i found love,
I thought
Q&A
What are these marks on my arm?
Why are they from self harm?
Why does this world so great,
Love to kill, love to hate?
Why does the world still spin,
When only the worst losers win?
When does the pain stop?
Does it end when all the bodies drop?
Why is the only answer death?
I ask you, god, with my last breath,
Lying here almost dead,
Chasing the daemons out of my head,
They stay and claw and scratch and bite,
God these little fuckers fight,
So many voices, alone but fused,
I ask you, god, are you amused?
Your little puppet, little toy,
Has grown larger than a boy,
He knows now what you've done,
And knows how you've fuc
As you sit there wondering how life could be so bad,
I sit there next to you, I'm sorry to make you sad,
But the truth is, that I know I love her too,
I never lied to either when I told them 'I love you,"
The difference is whether it was friend or more,
Now I fell like dying to the core,
My heart is torn because of one horny girl,
the thoughts running through my mind seem to swirl,
But you sit there still, not a thing to say,
What do I do? Do i go or do I stay?
Torn into pieces and left to die,
I'm sorry that I made you cry,
And now as these hours fly on by,
I'm hoping that we don't have to say goodbye,
"Are you going to break u
People stare,
He doesn't care,
He just wants,
To know She's there,
He used to die,
She used to cry,
But now they're saved,
As the days fly by,
The Love exists,
With no strange twists,
And they both know,
They won't lose this,
Flash by years,
With few shed tears,
But they hold on,
With out any sneers,
Life slowly leaving,
Friends are grieving,
But the two Lovers
Keep on believing,
trying to make a song,
but only getting partial fragments,
thinking of all the things gone wrong,
In me the depression ferments,
it boils and flips,
twisting my insides,
slowly the warm blood drips
on to the note saying my goodbyes,
toss, turn, the mind goes unsettled,
drip, lick, the blood tastes like metal,
flip-flop goes my heart in my chest,
what can i say? I've done my best,
*beep* *beep*
goes the clock next to my face,
lying in a dried out pool of blood i awake,
Hold each other tight, sit still, lose the race,
we wonder whether "is this love fake?"
holding hands seems so wrong,
and cuddling feels just that much worse,
suicide, death,
they bate his breath,
blood, gore,
he wants more,
cut, slice,
it's never nice,
shot dead,
a bullet in his head,
jump, fall,
this will end it all
catch, snap,
quickly breaks his back,
needle, toxic,
this should be quick,
lonely, sad,
oh well, too bad,
almost over, almost done,
he's glad that he had this fun.
MPS .MotionPictureSoundtrack. by 36pride, literature
Literature
MPS .MotionPictureSoundtrack.
Walking down this empty street,
painful thoughts falling down... like... sleet,
hitting where the two halves meet,
causing all this love and fear and pain,
where the world's collide,
people staring, expressions snide,
I take it all in stride,
Even though I know it's all in vein,
But if I'd only seen,
The projection on the movie screen,
we wouldn't have to wonder-
What could've been-
What should've been,
Keep on walking by,
Keep on the life in this lie,
keep the poker face locked in,
while others around me suffer for my sin,
I try to give it a positive spin,
but let it crawl under my skin,
I watch the others cry,
And inside
You said if i don't like you doing it, you wont,
yet here we stand today, bathed in tears.
If we could only find a way, to be rid of all our fears,
we'd jump headfirst into the deep,
and not worry about what's below.
There'd be no need for secrets that we'd keep.
Everything, we'd let it show, and throw
the rest away, leave only what we know
You said I'm the reason that you live,
yet here we stand today, speaking death.
If I could only find a way, to keep your breath,
we'd walk together in the dark,
and not worry about what lies ahead.
There'd be a spark as we embark together.
Everywhere, we would tread, and shed
the unkind thin
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Wow, almost forgot I'd had this here.
Not to say you people out there aren't important or anything, it's just reaal life takes priority.
I've been trying to update more recently with more stuff that is more experimental, but it does kind of seem like I am trying to jump around all over the place.
I don't think any style of poetry will ever seem more natural to me than that locked in stone verse I had originally posted on here way back when; but I'm still open to new verses and styles.
But I decided no matter how influential or great of a poet Walt Whitman is, English class has made me forever hate him.
Ah God damn it
I'm sorry, you guys, that I haven't posted much reecently, but it's a combination of lack of sleep, lack of free time, and lack of ability to write that's been holding me back.
I'm going to try to write more. Mainly because as of now i feel kind of like I'm going to emotionally explode if I don't write something NOW.
So I guess I'm apologizing for not being as creative as I was.
It's more along the lines of I expect people to be different then what I expect them to be when I last saw them. Plus I was reading your blog and stuff so I could imagine it pretty easy.