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Feed MeFeed me your heart and give up your soul
You have no power here
My feet are firm on the ground
Yet my head is up in the clouds along with my mind
I sit here in silence waiting for the storm
The trees shaking and wind whispering in my ears.
I lie awake at night to the sounds
As the night goes silent
I am here
And now I'm gone.
MusicMusic is emotion. It's what binds the generations of people together. It's what keeps most of us going everyday. Music is power. It takes you away on a journey. It makes me smile and it makes me cry. The songs I share tell you more about how I feel at that moment than any words I would be able to utter.
The EndMy shadow will corrupt my body
infest my mind
eat away at my heart until it turns black.
My eyes shine with suspicion
it has begun.
I'm being torn from the inside
broken down by myself.
I call for you in my dreams
screaming in silence
awakening with pain.
I look to you, not for help
for the end.
I drink the medicine and flush it away
my shadow disappearing
No matter how much I scream you wont come to me
The war is over and I lost to myself.
CreatureI am a creature of the night
You will fall into my gaze
I will eat your soul and devour your essence.
You seek trust in my face and fall into my trap
The deeper you get you can't leave
You are caught in my web
Blinded by the night.
The dragon awakens and drags you back under
The heat resonates off it's scales
No way out, guarded by creatures.
You surrender to the sounds
Sleeping till the day comes by again
RegretI feel like I was just torn
My brain jumbled up into bits
When you want to run to someone you can't
and the one with open arms is the one you are skeptical about.
I don't tell people I love them for the regret behind it.
I love you for now
but not for later
As each day passes I get more tired
More wanting of something I should have never given up
I gave you up
and I regret it everyday.
Dieing GirlI see the dieing girl standing before me
Knelt down in her own self.
She weeps in her dreams yet stands before me
saying that she is fine.
Tell me the pain doesn't effect you
Your eyes filled with tears
Your body degrading
yet your spirit is still rising.
I am already dead so your ghost doesn't befuddle me
I can sense your heat
the beating of your broken heart.
the sound of moving on and not giving up
you will live another day with me by your side
The dieing girl standing before me with open eyes
The End of MeIt was never clear enough for me to stay
Watch the poison erode me all away.
I won't even make it to the break of day.
So, in this last night with me, shed my end a tear.
Give me a soft ray to pierce these clouds of fear.
I look up to the heavens, my heart begins to pray.
To always be with you, by your side, and, if I may...
To forever be there to light your path and show you the way.
This feeling writhes inside my body, my condition, severe.
But I promise you, my only one, I will still be here.
The world will turn unending black, unsatisfactory grey.
In these last moments my soul wishes to convey,
My final wish for you before, in the ground I go to lay.
Don't let your death come from looking above.
Waiting to feel my presence, my love...
#65: HorrorBlood on the walls
a dagger to the heart
a jumpscare in your face
horror from the start
Darkness and evil
horror is king
the one true darkness
is a horrible thing
Horror is but mental
for it is fear
and we should only fear
fear itself here
The Christian ScientistWhen I feel the depth of your presence,
I know that science cannot explain,
This feeling of peace and joy so pleasant,
Or the power of your name,
I could search the ends of time,
Yet at the end, still never find,
For worldly wisdom is fully blind,
To that which you've placed in my mind,
I see science as a tool to use,
One that gives all glory to you,
To support the theories I know are true,
Even if my theories are few,
A hundred percent I know you exist,
Your lamp to my feet cannot be missed,
Your works in my life cannot be denied,
Your spirit in me, I cannot hide,
Though the evidence before me cannot be gathered,
It's proof to me of the heavenly father,
One that I need not defend,
One in whom I can depend.
Elysium under constructionI walk across my easel where I grow and harvest, where my hands catalyze the hard work and thought process, where I take time to teach every mockingbird to sing, and personally sign every butterfly’s wing. A place of realizing concepts to abstract for the daily routine, that contains vast landscapes ever since ambition hit the scene. So I grab a bag of seeds and commence rainforest planting and watch flora spreading like reverse cancer for the fauna to inhabit. A true creator shall never take more credit than feasting upon honest fruits of labor and checking out from a vista what he has done later.
I sit down by my little riverside with contemplating in mind while the moody mountains behind me constantly fall and rise. I am going to lead it towards the ocean anyway I can to give my continents drifting space and let them build their own bridges to fix the place. But I make sure nothing stays permanent as art is ever changing the artist must keep learning to avoid failing. So again
Unexpected InspirationsThe yearn for hurt is sparse,
But depression is addicting.
Every irrational thought and anguish,
keeps my morals conflicting.
Sick of the unease,
Drained from the stress.
Dilemmas seem to squeeze,
The life out of my chest.
Yet every passing thought,
That makes me want to scream.
Seem to be the only things,
Pushing me towards my dreams.
Stubbornness and determination,
Are old friends in me.
Written across my heart,
They allow me to decree,
No matter what I go through,
Life will not be the death of me.
#68: HeroA hero lies in wait
to save us all
it solely serves
when he hears our call
He saves the good
and damns the hate
No weakness or demise
will be his fate
There is a hero
it is true
and that who is the hero
#67: Playing the MelodyPlay the melody
oh grand piano master
thine hands sharpened with wit
on keys of ebony and alabaster
Onward with the tempo
of 4/4 time
go with the rhythm
go with the rhyme
Play the melody
all you with music in spirit
play it well, play it loud
for all so we may hear it
#62: MagicMagic is real
it's the beauty in the air
from the beams of radiant sun
to the glimmer in your hair
Magic is simplistic
yet complex as you make it
it's all in how you see the world
and how you often will take it
Magic is real
its beauty everywhere
in the radiant beams of the sun
to the glimmer of your hair
9/11 Poem The fires burn high in the sky,
Flickering like the light in the devil’s eye,
Seeming like the candles of tomorrow,
Not the candles of joy, but those of sorrow.
The second bird flies low,
To bring about even greater sorrow.
Another boom, another bright light,
This one fades quickly, but makes clear the plight.
Sirens come from all over,
Yet they come together,
As people gather to help one another,
And end the plight, now and forever.
They look up and fear grips their hearts,
But they muster their courage and the climb starts.
To just below the flames they go,
Helping all those possible, and sending them back below.
The building began to crack and rumble,
And before long began to tumble,
None inside escaped the wrath of the rubble.
Ten out of hundreds were not swallowed,
But everyone ran from the cloud that followed,
The cloud of dust, the cloud of death,
The cloud of sickness, caught by one
We are vampireWhat do you think a vampire is?
To me a vampire doesn't
have a specific eye color.
Not a certain skin tone.
We do not have
a certain hair color.
No special birth place.
Our styles are endless.
We constantly change.
You know when you saw one, Because
we are insane.
We are our own.
And you know by the fangs.
We are magical.
We are more than one.
We are here for nore fight or rest.
We are vampire
and we shall prevail.
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