The Eternal Being

The Eternal Being,
Once the mightiest of all,
Now the fallen one;
Down from hell he came,
To reclaim what he craved.

But no one looked once at him.
'I am an immortal', said he.
No affection did the people show.

The Eternal Being,
Devoid of any human feeling,
Filled with ruthless wrath,
massacred every living thing.

All those who were only maimed,
lived in cages of brass and steel,
asking for mercy, in Death.

The Eternal Being,
Once the mightiest of all,
humble and great,
had succumbed to darkness.

The God up there, saw it all,
Put a silence to his lips,
not for so much long.
He took away his power, his soul.

The Eternal Being,
once the mightiest of all,
became weak like a cub's roar.

Wrath and hatred in his veins,
the fallen being entered His humble abode, Heaven.
Took out his precious sword,
wanting to avenge, whom he thought his demons.

God He was, and God He will ever be.
He could not strike one blow to Him.
Instead, the blade of the coldless sword struck himself,
straight in his merciless heart,
making a pool of red blood tears.

And thus, one woeful poetry this became,
the Eternal Being,
once the mightiest of all,
now slept in pain.

What I love of summer

What I love of summer,
Is the fact its not a bummer,
This carefree time of love and peace,
And the time with burnt feet.
Walking barefoot and hair in ponie tails,
Watching people put up sails,
Taking trips to the beach,
and plenty sea-birds are seen,
Get the sand inbetween your toes,
Taste the salt like so,
get the feel of the beach,
but this is not the only thing,
I love the wonderful grass ground,
Lie down and look at it, all around.
Catch the lightning bugs for fun,
Try not to get burnt in the sun,
Have some family time,
learn to sing and rhyme,
Isn't it great?
grill out and clean your plate,
homemade barbecue sauce,
and mac N cheese, just cause.
This is my summer,
and I couldn't be dummer,
if I didn't love it so much.

Could one like her?

I know they've always been quite nice
I know I've loved it last year
I know, I know
But … Hanging out with humans was never my strenght
I'm just a shy girl
And fucking afraid to be hated as me
Because I am what I've always wanted to be
I won't change for no reason
And I wonder …
This person I am – could one like her?

Bleeding Heart

I wish I could say you were more relevant in my life,

But everytime you message me it feels like fight or flight,

I can't deal with not loving you one more night,

We are "together" but it doesn't even feel that way,

We were stangers at first and still are to this day,

I am unable to be happy with you,

Some days I wish this wasen't true,

But when I see what we should be I turn blue,

You're the opposite of what I want,

Without effort you act like a cunt,

I need someone to at least at like they care,

You love do what a significant other is supposed to do,

I just can't do it anymore it's tearing me apart,

Ripping at my inside and breaking my heart,

I can't even say I love you to you anymore,

If I did it would be a lie,

While talking to you I feel alone,

Like a king who lost everything sitting on his throne,

I see only red when I look at you,

Sadly I do something I shouldn't do,

I compare you to other girls out there,

Making it hard to look at you the same,

I yearn for someone to care for me,

Don't just seem like a bitch,

Sorry I'm pretty picky but I don't ask for much,

I mean I'm just asking for some compassion,

Not so little that it is has to be rationed,

Sorry that I feel this way it's simply the truth,

I loved you at one time but not anymore,

I lost all of the love I had for you even at my core.

Hirano(H.O.T.D.)

by ~billm2n

I can feel their breath on my neck,
Their thirst for blood is rising,
I don't know how much longer I can fight,
My sanity is slowly escaping,
My trigger finger is itching,
How long can we run,
Will we ever find Takashi or Rei's parents,
How about Shizuka's friend,
Nevermind I bet she's ok,
Slowly I feel myself wanting to quit,
But my love for Saya keeps me going,
When I see my bullet pierce a zombies brain I feel alive,
Like I can finally show the world what I can do,
Not get made fun of by those pieces of shit back at my school,
They're ' all dead now except for my friends,
I will fight for them until the very end,
Before we die I want Saya to know,
That my love for her will forever flow,
Though she's mean to me I don't care,
Because deep down she knows we are the perfect pair,
I don't give a fuck about what these zombies will do to us,
We will never die and we will sure as hell never give up,
I will stand by these guys until my last dying breath,
May a bullet to my brain be my inevitable death.

Waiting

Waiting
by anonymus

Pale willow girls wait by the river, brides of the water,
Guppies swim through their veins, silver darts of bright pain.
Their names are hieroglyphs of mist, frost and rain.
They walk barefoot in the snow, leaving tracks so they know the way back,
A tracery of breadcrumbs that the ravens will never eat.

Twelve princesses slip underground,
Dance in slippers of tattered frayed silk,
Corkscrews of ribbon, stiff with blood and melted tallow.
They inject themselves with music until their eyes hum like bumble bees.
Then they sleepwalk through the day in a haze of yearning
For fierce wet stone beneath their frenzy of feet, of bones.
When they kiss they taste blood.
They taste honeyed tears.

The brides walk by blank storefronts, by scraps of words,
"Joe's Dry Cleaners", "Nick loves Alicia", "Please, oh please".
The town huddles waiting for checks, food stamps and jobs,
In a boarded up movie palace, the wood charred by some great fire
Black as the ravens that feed Elijah rice,
A preacher preaches. God's wrath? God's love?
They no longer know or care.
Every week, they find someone hanged in the forest,
Their necks stretched slender as frayed ribbons.
The town waits for four men on horses to come,
Feeding their children thin soup and soft crackers.

In a house whose rooms they never bothered to count,
The willow girls sleep lulled by the sound of feet against stone,
Of ice breaking beneath iron horseshoes, a high pierced whinny,
Waiting for the river to rise. They will be wedded.
The princesses will dance until they are whirlwinds of bone, honey and snow,
Their voices harsh as a raven's caw.
The town will sleep, their eyes hooded with pieces of silver
While the hanged man marks doors with charcoal "X"s.

Tura de noapte

by Maya

Ceasul se aude in indepartare,
Iti ridici usor,corpul cu oasele slabite
de pacatele ce le-ai absorbit,
Ti-au supt maduva ranceda,
oasele s-au deformat,sangele
iti curge usor prin unghiile putrezite
Plangi lacrimi sangerii,
Ti se incheaga pana la buze
si il scuipi cu nepasare.
Nu-ti pasa ca suna ceasul
Iti vine sa-ti smulgi urechile,
Sa nu mai fi bantuit
de tipetele goale,ale monstrilor deformati
de viata lor decazuta,impinsa spre
tinutul inrosit de raurile de sange fiert,
de fapte negandite si de cozile jucause
ale diavolilor ce ranjesc la cei nou-veniti,
astepand mutilarea,torturarea bicuirea lor,
totul fiind un joc pentru ei.
Dar tu,doar ii tarasti prin namolul imputit
de organele ce inca functioneaza,
Inimile bat fara stapan
Plamanii inca respira.
Ajungand la gramada de corpuri mutilate
de demonii inferiori ce adora sa devoreze
sufletele putrede,pline de pacate,sentimente
de ura,rautate,lasand in urma un macel,
sacrificiu pentru Iad,combustibil pentru caldura Infernului.
Oamenii tarati,prin cioburi si cuie ruginite,
Pielea jupuita ca o coaja de portocala,
Muschii se contracta ca niste larve aflate in descompunere
Ochii zgariati,pupilele au o culoare murdara,rosie
Gura,o ventuza purpurie,lovita de un cui infect,mucegait
Asteptand sentinta spre chinul etern,o zi infinita in Iad,
O scaldare de neuitat,printre capete fara ochi,strambandu-se
la duhoarea sufletelor,apoi devorand carnea rosie in saramura
de cozi de diavol si ciuma tinuta la rece,extrem de rara
si nepretuita,pastrata pentru cei mai bogati in pacate,
innegriti de putrezire si fumul sufocant al incendiilor
declansate de disperarea de scapa din acest Infern.
Iar tu iti tarasti oasele imbatranite,dar cu usurinta
Ii prinzi in mana ce ii apuca de gaturile invinetite
ale sufletelor crapate,rupte,cusute
ii arunci in abisul infinit,ii injunghii delicat cu coasa
apoi,iti continui marsul sumbru spre haosul etern.