EternityThe altar is bloodiedA drama just happenedShe cut her veinsHe sliced his throatTheir love was toxicDeath was the only antidote for to be united eternally
Object of desireEach evening, he watches the showhe admires her beautyhe listens to her sweet voiceEach evening, he imagines his life with herhis hand in her hairhis tongue on her sensual bodyEach evening, a desire obscene crosses his mindsoon, I will come near thousoon, you will be my mistress for eternity
Fairy talesThe fairy tales do not existbecause life devour our dreams each morning
A throne in Hellmy throne is a hellI am the wife of a bloodthirsty killerI am object of a monstermy throne is a hellmy dreams have disappearedthe power of evil has devastated my life
On my lipsOn my lips there is of bloodOn my lips there is thy soulOn my lips there is the deathHenceforth thy life belongs to me
LoveWhen I am with theeI am delicate as an autumn leafWhen I am with theeI am a teenage girl who lives a first loveWhen I am with theeI am like a flower that bloomsWhen I am with theeI look at a cloudless sky
A heavy pastI want to know the story of my lifeI want the ghosts disappear from my headI want to hear the truth from the mouths of my familyI need to find the key to close the door of nightmarethe weight is too heavy for meI want to turn the page and forget the pastI want to be a girl like othersit is the image of my dream
IdealistShe fucks the policyShe spits on the vanity of the richShe dreams of a just worldShe dreams of an easier lifeSo tonight, she came into the streetSo tonight, she will launch of the stonesSo tonight, she will yell her despairThe purpose of this nightShow to politicians that she has also a right to exist
the melancholy of the pastI opened the jewel boxToday I'm wearing a pearl necklacethis is the last giftthat I have received from youNow you're far awayyou're with another womanyou are can be happyyou may be sadI do not knowme I weepthe day of the feast of St. Valentinebecause I love you alwaysI never succeededhas to mournof our relationshipsince our breakupI wear this necklacethe day of the feast of St. Valentinefor I may rememberour lovewhich no longer exists
Pull Me ClosePull me closeHold me tightTell me silentlyThat it’ll be alright‘Cause when you’re nearI feel my heart beating,When I see youI feel alive,When you hold meI know it’s OK,And I revel in feelingThe sound of you breathingWith your heart right nextTo mine.
Dark Crevices.Dark Crevices.Little one, monsters do not sleep under your bed.They prefer to procure the space inside your head.And all those white lies your mother told youAre from made up fairy tales she once read.When you woke up and begged for her presence.Shaking, snivelling and waiting for her to console you.You never had the need to perform any form of penance.As she would make them vanish by only uttering a sentence.All those proverbs and warm words your mother sold you,Are there to assure you when she is not able to watch over.But no amount of prayers, dream catchers and four leaf clovers.Can protect you from what prowls directly above your shoulders.And all those white lies your mother told you.Shaking, snivelling and waiting for her to console you.All those proverbs and warm words your mother sold you.Will not help when the demons decide to take a hold of you.Kela Lewis-Morin
It only hurts because we both feel the same wayDuskAnd in the depths of this never ending twilight my mind retraces its steps,Following the veins along your arms and across your chest.Counting the memories as they slip between my finger tips,Remembering when times were goodAnd you said you’d write a love song for every one of my tears.But those days are long gone, now fading stars in the darkest of nights. DayWhen our souls were light and our days care free,We would watch the leaves as they fell from the trees.Each one a dying light, like a firework that streaks through the nightBut we built a fire so big and so bright,An undying passion blazing in the night. I found heaven in your eyes the murky blue like stormy skies,The curve of your lip like a mountain range,I could sit forever and gaze at you this way.My piece of heaven in the depths of hell,Your light reached out to me and healed all my scars.ButWhen you said that every breath I take is a tiny gift to you in a miraculous way, I welled up i
Night TerrorsMy eyes snap open. I can’t make out the ceiling above me, but I know it’s there. I look down; no duvet, I’m fully clothed. It’s the dream again. The number of times I’ve recalled the same nightmare is incalculable, every time it’s slightly longer than the last recount, almost as if it’s building up to something horrific. There’s nothing I can do except let the dream play out until I lurch screaming back into reality.As per usual, I check the clock on the bedside table to my right. It reads 3am exactly. With unusual movements I pull myself up from the bed and stand in the middle of the room, still enveloped in darkness. The door as always is slightly ajar, allowing the glow from the kitchen clock (My room is on the ground floor) to invade the darkness of my room.Without registering the movement of my feet, I find myself pulling the door open fully and stepping out into the kitchen. Everything is unnaturally cold, like an invisible frost
I am notI’m not your little boy.You’re not my little girl.I’m just someone you met,And wants to change the worldI’m not the prince in your dreamsI don’t have smarts or mightI’m just the one that screamsAnd cries to sleep at nightI’m not who you want me to be.I will never be what you are.I’m myself, I am free.I’m not ashamed of my scarsI’m not that weakYou’re not that strongYou still have companyBut I’m still aloneSo I speakThough this poem.It’s not a pretty love songI’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.Because I am not perfect,I’m not retarded,I’m just like you,Broken HeartedNever forget,There is always a reason to beAnd I won’t regretI’m always happy to be me.
DreamThe moon beckons to me, to come and dance among the stars.Fairy tale creatures, that are but the stars themselves dance on the clouds.Men wearing fancy hats and suits, women in their loveliest gowns.The silvery moonlight shines brightly. Creatively love dances all around.As I admire the beauty, A knight comes finely dressed with the bright silvery glow of the moon illuminating him.Taking my hand he leads me to dance. Imaginative colours twirl around, as we gaze adoringly into each other's eyes.Slowly everything fade away, as the sun's golden lights start to shine.The knight bids me farewell and a promise that will be kept, to come and find me once more.So we can dance in his kingdom once again.
Stay LivingYour glass angelA fragile guardianOne final fallTo rest in your armsMy touch of iceIf I lost it allAnd I lay dyingRemain unbreakableEven in empty halls
Why I Stopped WritingHere's a little story about me,about my skill to paint a grim little scene,to make the mind creak,to talk of those things which we don't like to speak.I was a girl of sixteen and I had a dream,to exist so broken hearted that I would know,know to the core,that love was as real as I thought it should have been.I was dramatic to say the least and wrote poems spanning ages,wrote of crashed cars and seeing those eyes again later,FEELING that stare,knowing that though time had passed, he'd not actually gone anywhere.English class came, seemed so lame,most days in the back with the boys,getting out of work with the most clever ploys.Then one day the teacher said,we could share our writing,with all the others,to my in
HumanHere I lay, my gravestone devoidUnfeeling, reeling, my life destroyedMan or woman, child or crone, start to seeA life has worth, your empathy is my last pleaNow open your eyes, a world unveiled, minds unjailed
PainNothing seems realIn this sea of staticHorrors keep pounding onMy vacuum of expectationVirtual impossibilitySignals of monstrosityUntouched and undiscoveredMy essence of impurityI'll split my veins apartTo make myself feel anythingI'll shred the world to bitsIn search for the unrealInnocence and violenceMix together boilingDroplets of blood cryIn their silent resistanceAgainst darkness aroundAgainst threats unseenIn this world of madnessAnd deadly inevitabilityIn this sterile realityI float unaffectedI need pain to acknowledgeMy elusive existence
Above the Blind and Beneath the SightedUnderneath the rusted irons, but molded between the caskets of love, a cage of death sings west in dark waters; the wastes contain a curse from above.Their bodies float as night perils forth, above the flames but beneath one star, to each their own a separate portion; a dreaded one cleans them from beyond afar.Lay wasted in towards a river of flesh, a being dares silence itself to sleep, the Shadows of Where expect your secrets, give them of nourishment, for 'tis it they keep.Of nightmare or glory do the bodies stay clean, their eyes of glass move not an inch, for the nose of red sings with their screeches; bloodied rags are brought from a pinch.
Daily dose of lifeA daily dose of caffeine,A book in hands and nicotineMy favourite things surround me now,I think its happiness I found. Yet you may argue unawareThat I do not mind, nor do I care.The rain falls down from the skyI look outside the world is blind.The cars are passing by my house,A woman hurries to the south.Annoying shouts of youngsters thereThey think they know that life's not fair.The teens who barely know the life,Are cussing thinking they are bright.Oh, blind and stupid yes they are,In life they will not go too far.Old man is walking on the pavement,His bags are heavy it's a statement.And not a single person helps,They say they're busy in defence.Oh life! What did you do to us?Our souls our poor, we lost our past.The kindness, faithfulness and care:Where did you go? Disappeared in a flare.Replaced by cruelty and lies.The Mother Nature cries, cries, cries.Yet dolls named humans do not care;Continue: hating, hurting in despair.Racism
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.I remember how hot it was in the classroomThat day and how your eyes widened with confusionAs I sat down next to you. I will never forget those eyes.You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.I thought you were crazy and you toldMe that the only reason was so youCould see me in school. I still thought you were crazy.We would do our math assignments on thePlayground and talk about our lives.We were so different, but you alwaysInsisted that we were absolutely perfect.I wish I would have known how right you were.--I miss you so much that I can't sleep.But I have to keep moving because youPromised me that we would be again, remember?You held my hand for a second too long andTold me that you would see me tomorrow.And I believed you because your eyes had that sameWarm look in them that you always got whenYou would tell me something important.I've seen you three times since then, and weHave walked away from each other
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.It swallows you whole,Exceeds your control.Apprehends your soul,Until it has taken its toll.It’s an overwhelming feeling.That is made to be appealingAnd you can’t help revealing,The doubts you are concealing.It’s an undefined dimpleAnd a well known jingle.But only when you are singleDoes it all seem so simple.It is one of life’s many gifts,That empowers and upliftsAnd can lead you adrift.Should you miss your shift.It is impossible to describe it.It is impossible to fight it.Because once it is ignitedAnd once you have tried it.It will take your independence.You will become used to its presence.You will become addicted to its essenceAnd include it at the end of your every sentence.It exists even in the hearts of its haters.It is a taste even they will savourAnd although its duration wavers.There will never be a feeling that is greater.It is...Everything I have said and more.I am merely repeating what you already know.Tears o
Hurt MeHurt me.Paint the floors a violent red.Give me the scars that make themWonder.Hit me.Mix the purple and blue undertonesThat destroy my body.The colors that I try to hide.Make me a fool.A fool to think thatI can trust anyone.It's a lie.Scream.Tell me what I am, and not who.Scream until I cry.And make me wish for an end.Kill me.It would be the only good thingYou've ever done for me.But you're not that kind.
Belief.Belief.I’d rather believe in something,Rather than to believe in nothing.Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existenceCan be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe inTo something that is not indefinitely thereAnd that it was us who made this world unfair.But if you believe there is something greater in placeAnd that this something does not have a form, figure or face.From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be describedAnd although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.What if confirming its p
Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.No one knows who you are, you're just another face,You could just disappear without a trace.The blood red sky in your mind's eye,It's always there but you don't know why.You're just a part of a bigger whole,And your heart is as black as coal.You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,But you can take it off and disappear again.You're never noticed no matter what you wear,It's a source of their contempt and your despair.You could just disappear right now,No matter who what when where why or how.
The New HellClouds of dustRolls byI sit and cryAs I ask whyBut I know whyThe world is nothing but hell.
True loveThe time has erased our youthour two bodies are worn outYet the desire has not changedThe age is not importantthe love and sex are immortalwhen two people love each other for real