The Evil

’l'll have your flesh ripped , pieces to no end , 

Shreaded like my heart , from what you have done , 

Through your hands , and your feelings alike , 

Having me stumbled , and cry in fear ,

In what seems to be , a nightmare that is real , 

Surrounding me in cold , chills that kill , 

From the sight of you , and you alone , 

Grining from a far , devising a plan , 

To stab me deep , with words that twists , 

Showing others , an innocent statement , 


When the real evil , is not me , but you !


He is so very sincere

He tells me I am beautiful, wonderful and perfect every day

He treats me like a princess and oh, how I swear I hold him dear

But I never dreamed I would feel this way


She is like fire and ice

So inconsistent, so confusing

She could break my heart once and I'd thank her twice

She is an act of war and this is a battle I'm losing


How am I dating this boy when I am oh so emotionally attached to a girl?

He has my mind on a string wrapped around his little finger and she has my heart

I would walk a thousand miles to feel even one piece of her, even one blonde curl

What am I to do, when this secret is tearing me apart


How long am I meant to go on breaking my own heart



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sorry it's a little rollercoastery, I haven't written in a while.


Confusion is awful. Boys make me sad. Girls make me want to rip out my heart and hand it to them on a silver platter.

to accept and to refuse

i have accepted my feelings
i have accepted the stealing
of my mind and the revealing
and its hard to accept the unappealing.
I refuse the expectation
i refuse the obligation
to depend on the awkward hesitation
and its ard to refuse that molestation

Secrets of the tyrants

He is nothing but a man, mortal and afraid just like me. I do not fear his strength, for it is no greater than a bear's. I do not fear his speed, for it is no greater than a leopard's. Nor do I fear his intellegence for it is not greater than a human's, a human just like me. What I fear are the guards, the soldiers, the followers and most of all, the people. For they do not see what I see. They do not think he is nothing but a man, a man just like you and me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Man may be the worlds most dangerous animal, but if you can read this, so are you.


Tried to warn you but you wouldnt listen
chastise your smile & wicked disposition.
you can ask the questions but you know the reason why
cover your tracks in the ashen lie
bite your tongue or he'll give you more
followed the path to the devils door.
sing the songs that angels cry
leave you alone, cold as you die.
withering rot as you curse my name
it doesnt matter its all the same.

bat your lashes, toss your hair
throw your hands up in the air.
Round and round the cycle goes
freezing ice and freezing froze
In the ground they'll lay you down
blithering bluber as you drown.
And so the story comes to a end
make peace with the demons as you transcend.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poems is based on a very personal event that occured in my life, and how I felt afterwards.

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The barriers between us

electric light in your eyes
vibrant colors blew my mind


the barriers between us wear me thin
like claws in my skin, dug deep in
hiding behind teeth, shielded with a smile
taking my all to breathe
I know i'm stuck here for awhile.


love is like glue
my heart for you
frozen solid in the gap of time
somewhere between the righteous & divine
I fail to reach...
my voice is fading, growing weak
hands are losing grip, holding nothing
you are like a beautiful star in the sky, somewhere up high
lost to my touch
reaching up & getting no where
if I tried to speak would it be too much?


buried in the sand
like every secret
behind a wall
imprisoned inside us


until then i'll wait in this cage
wondering when you will turn the key
when will you set me free..?


trust me when I say it's everlasting..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

not my art)






   Daddy incest, spider legs on my belly button!


Give me the seed of life, the one who create me!


Mother lips on my innocence flesh,


Well done, you create the beast,


The one who shall kill you!




I painted my lips with blood,


Smiling on the shatter mirror,


This glass of memories, remember!


Cunt playing with you my memories!




So tell me if you see her?


Tell me if you see him?


Love me or vomit me!


My body is a doll,


Let play!




Ask my number,


Ask my address,


Just don’t ask my name,


I am the ether,


The purity of whore!




One more barbiturate!


Is a dangerous game?


so why keeping at it?

scream banshes at me!


cela fait 28 ans que je ne peux pas dormir sans mes Dolls!!!



Author's Notes/Comments: 

cela fait 28 ans que je ne peux pas dormir sans mes Dolls!!!

what more can i say?

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Unfinished Poetry

Thoughts of you bring poetry to my heart

Dancing around in careless spins until Im dizzy with joy

Each word caresses the other with comforting bliss

Welcoming back fool hearted dreams I once embraced

But before my feet leave the floor

Before I can finish this poem

Each line brings me back

Closer to the road I strayed

I turn to see if there is any light the way I came

With no luck

My thoughts hush to a soft whisper in the night

This was the easier road it seemed

And then Im left alone

With a map of unfinished poetry guiding me home

Author's Notes/Comments: 


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Untitled Repose



Untitled Repose

Because I am an emotional man,                                                                                                                                                                 Who has it in his head that emotions are irrational,                                                                                                                                     And whom in the absurdity of this misery,                                                                                                                                              Prefers to hold the hand of these abstractions,


So then as my pen touches down on paper,                                                                                                                                                      I am made whole and then released to roam.

Thus it is to be,                                                                                                                                                                                             That the young and growing poets dream,                                                                                                                                                                  Is ever to remain alive in the hungry heart,                                                                                                                                                     Of said endless illusion.



On the whiteness of this page,                                                                                                                                                                      Past the singular threads bleached black,



Lays the grunt of the imagination grazing on the plane of our reality,

And in this native hue of resolution,

~Like Others Past~

I am none the less:



“Sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought’’

And all my sins remembered,



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This maybe the only one I post in this folder, I'll store the rest. Perhaps next summer I will get around to posting them.

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