Graveyard Night
The touch of your skin,
Like roses,
On my finger tips,
Candles lit unto the night,
The stars that shine ,
Upon these tombs,
Bring color,
To our cheeks,
Many souls have past this place,
But there is so much more to seek,
We're alive,
This very night,
Instead of those around,
Blankets of red,
Upon this tomb ,
We sit and speak,
Of moments long,
Since past,
Savoring,
Our glasses of wine,
Hoping this shall always be,
Moments everlasting,
Fireflies that touched our noses,
Gently floating,
Among the Autumn leaves,
Amidst our presence,
The air of romance,
Such a sweet smell,
Upon its breeze
Do not leave,
Do not leave,
I say to thee,
In our grasp,
A life unknown,
Is with us now,
and pray shall never pass,
WHY DO YOU CRY
My dear friend
Cant you see
You cant seem to find the way out
Of this place inside
The swirls of darkness encumber you
My dear friend
And the mountains brim with light
But never seeming to notice them
And So we walk into it all
And I’m watching you fall
Away from light
Trying to stop the pain
And somewhere off you die
And I know
So I cry
My dear friend
Even as I reach for fingertips
Plunging into the darkness
Of this mind
So far from grasp
And even as I do
You push away
Trying to die inside and out
My dear friend why
I try to fill voids with conversation
Of fairies that fly
And spiced sugar
With ice
Falling skies
With children that cry
gumdrop roses
And all
My dear friend
You look away
Why cant you see
The beauty inside
And off somewhere
you cry
And I know
So I die
QUALMS
Beautiful qualms
In hiding flames
Enchanted lives divine in everyway
Resting in my heart
A peace I hope to find
Unsettled feelings lost within
The depths
Of my profound life
In my mind a world that lives
Hiding in dreams
Resting upon the pillows of time
Maybe I should breath
But what they cant
See is I’m without a breath
Stolen by my sweets
But I cant see
And all along
I wake upon my fields
Of dreams
But my eyes wont open
They only bring a peep
That’s all
From my mother evolution
FOR NOW
Still I follow my laughter
Slowly each day
Rising from my back
I look out the window
Wishing time to end
Following your voice
That rings in my mind
Each day telling me to
Grow and stand on my own
Hoping to see you face again
Each day the tears roll
From our eyes
I know
From were I’m standing
You’ll always be in my sky
Dancing in the showers
Of what is me
My own oblivion I bring
THE AMBER
The amber color of the waves,
Softly wind blown,
Lap upon my soft skin,
With a soft spay,
Of salted water,
And all the songs around,
I found my comforts,
Within unknown sounds,
Whistling,
Whistling,
Upon the wind,
That blew,
So soft,
My hair a puppet,
To its sway,
Just as,
The dancing waves,
A beauty,
Upon it’s opening grasp,
That chilled the soul,
The sinking sun onto the waters glow,
Dieing,
Dieing,
Merrily,
It falls beyond the ocean’s grasp,
Darkness comes,
Upon the sky of red and blues,
I see,
Until the clouds may part,
And just then,
Again a light I see,
Tiny dots arrive,
Shining brighter,
Brighter than a single soul,
Could ever see or tell,
So if you feel,
That life is dull,
Just take a look around,
And you can see the,
Wonders,
She put upon this earth,
Just don't forget to,
Thank her ,
For her temper can be quite bad,
The Dreamers End
This life is tragic indeed, to be in this world, that many struggle just to live or even just
to die. The year is 3011 and the date, well no one knows. We can only wonder. This all
begins with the war between the worlds nations, the last World War of all. Only few
survived and many now just want to give up.
Hi, down here, come closer. I am about to tell you the story of what was and what is to
come. Well first of all as you know it is practically the end of the world and all my friends
and family have all past to the next life. Like many others and I have been wandering what
is left of the US. Most city’s are completely decimated piles of rubble except a few small
buildings, which is where I rest each night hoping just to find a scrap of food.
Of course there is no government left in this world, so it has become utter chaos, no
structure what so ever. There is no peace in this world. Every night, as I lay upon the
rubble to sleep, all I can hear are blood curdling screams and every night the smell the
decay of death.
Many of the people that survive have become cannibals, but only eat at night, they
travel during the day hoping to find a city full of fresh meat. You wonder if I fear death?
Not really, for I have lost everything dear to me. Why fear it when you have nothing left,
only hopes that someone you know, someone you care for, is still alive. That’s what I am
searching for. This is the only reason I have for living. I do have a group of people
following me, hoping the same thing. I already know there is little use in searching,
because it is a one in a million any one following me should chance to know, or I might
possibly know, may still be alive. If this is what they need. Who am I to take it from them.
Hope is a rare thing in this time and day.
There is only nine of us now, it seems every night one more disappears. I ran into them
on my way out of N.C., on my way to V.A. Three girls and six guys. We can only keep
what we can carry. Weapons being the most important item necessary for survival.
I have found, some of the girls that were with us did not want to believe that they had
to carry weapons to kill people. Well we all know what happened to them. The group was
attacked and a few of them were torn apart piece by piece one night. It was a horrible
sight I could not come close to describing the devastation of the attack that night. Some
were disemboweled, some had their jugulars gouged out. You could hear the cracking of
bones the ripping of their flesh.
Crowbars, bats, antique swords, guns, daggers, anything we could find or had in our
previous lives, we used them all. Nothing in life ever taught me pain like this. The pain
that goes strait through your heart when you actually have to kill. It is much worse than I
could have ever imagined. I never thought I would have to use it, but when I was younger
I had a antic sword from a dear friend. I couldn’t tell anyone, but it felt great letting out
the anger built up inside. Ha ha ha ha! I guess its been so long, living in this horrible new
world, it’s even warped my mind.
Every time I wake up, and look at this world, I hope that this was all just a dream. The
tears slip away from me every time. Every were you go there are burnt bodies in the
streets, decaying at your own feet. The stench of rotted flesh is just to much for me some
times. In the beginning, I would sit up every night puking up my own blood just from the
foul stench. You get over after a while, but the loss of lives, and the faces of the corpses
will never leave you. Why did it have to come to this? I will never understand. I always
believed in caring for every living creature and now I am forced to kill. I’m not allowed to
care. I knew one day the world would destroy its self but I had hoped I’d be dead by then.
After a long journey, we finally arrived in Chesapeake Va. Our bodies tired and our
minds lost. Only four of us were still alive. Barely hanging on, every breath seemed to be a
struggle for us. We all were ready to give up, for life seemed pointless at the time. We
screamed trying and hoping to find someone alive.
We got farther in to the city. Finally saw what we assumed was the last of the people
here. Carelessly they were tempting their own fates in life or death games. By this time,
we thought, why the hell not? If we were meant to live we were meant to. Plus, a little fun
never hurts, only kills. I was so sick of traveling only to find nothingness. So by now, after
what we’ve been through, even you might be willing throw your life away. Who wouldn’t?
So, to start it all off, a little Russian roulette. Ha ha, ten spins nothing! Three out of
four of us, dead. Bang! Bang! Bang! Why me, why am I left standing? Next, the tomb of
terror? I’m sure I am as good as dead, many told me only two people have ever made it
out alive. Sounds like fun. There is at least twenty to thirty people with me. It was a sight
to see, for I had not seen that many people in a long time. Silence over came us as we
walked in the door. The smell of must and mildew overcame us as such a pleasant smell,
compared to the rotted flesh of our every day lives .The floors were clean except a few
streaks of blood. That’s odd, no bodies, only walls.
I slouched down the wall to rest…..Shit! A pendulum swung out of the wall, about
half of their heads were severed from their bodies, not a scream was heard, only the
delayed thud from the many bodies dropping to the ground, along with their heads. Drip,
drip, drip. It’s all I could hear. It echoed through the halls of the maze.
It seemed, along with me, no one feared, for no one screamed. We seemed so lifeless
for not caring. But why should we care anymore, there was nothing to look forward to. At
that moment, I saw what I was becoming I monster of sorts, and I hated it. I just wanted
to rip my skin right off my body. I cringed wondering why I became this monster, I
already knew. “What was to become of me and all the others” I thought to myself. So I
walked not caring what was ahead. My head hung as low as my heart, wishing and hoping
I could disappear. I could not believe what I had become. All my life, all I did was care for
others. Before all of this, I was just a crutch for everyone to lean on.
Never asking for anything as the blades wisped by my head. Tears flowed down my
cheeks as bodies dropped one by one. A saw flew from the ceiling and nicked my
shoulder. Not in my sane mind, I felt nothing as the blood dripped down my shoulder. A
trap door. Hmm. I wondered were it would lead. So as my curiosity lead me on, I opened
the door and to the sewers it lead. Dilapidated bodies lay about my feet, the stench fouler
then I had ever smelled, the mix of mold and rotted bodies. Is this were the bodies go once
the maze was cleared, or just another death trap? Well, I soon will know. Step by step, I
walked on just wanting this to end. It seemed each step the bodies got thicker and thicker
but still I pushed on.
This looks familiar! My necklace, I gave it to a good friend when I was young. I bent
down to my knees and pulled the body out. John! Noooo! Not you! Why? Well…..I
guess, now I know. Rest in peace my dear friend, you brought much joy to me when you
were alive. Cigarettes! I haven’t had one in ages. I reach into his top pocket and slowly
pulled them out. Taking one out and putting it to my lips, I lit it and took a long drag as if
I was about to die and it was my last breath of life. Umm…..the sweet taste of smoke.
So, I sat thinking, why do I even try any more? There’s no one left but me, but still I
stay alive. I stand up and push my way through the bodies, they were getting so thick that
I had to drag my way between the bodies and the ceiling. Finally, I saw a hint of a light.
There was a door. If only I could reach the handle. The bodies were to thick, I took my
knife out of my pocket and plunged it through the chest cavity of the first body and the
next and so on gagging, the whole time. For some of their organs were still in tact.
Weaving through the cavities of their chests and other decaying parts, it was almost like if
you reached your hand in to a pot of cooked rice. Slimy and spongy. Suddenly, I felt
something hard, not like bones, but cold metal, the doorknob.
Slowly, I turned the knob the door it automatically opened and the bodies slid out the
door along with me. I got up and looked around, it was a small room made of granite and
one wooden ladder that seemed to go on for miles. I could see the moon at the end of the
opening and a feeling of relief came over me.
Since it was night I decided to crawl back in the door among the bodies. For I was
alone and felt safer sleeping among the dead than the living. A very odd dilemma for my
life once was full of friends and fun, but now it is chaos and destruction. Every day I hide
from people when that, was a joy to me being amongst people. Now I found more comfort
as I curled up amongst the bodies.
Shivering from the cold breeze flowing through the sewer tunnels, so I pulled one of
the mangled bodies over me to keep from freezing. Slowly I drifted into the most beautiful
place that I had left, my dreams. The one place I could see my family and my friends still
alive, but for some reason all that filled my head were nightmares. All the faces of the people I had killed or couldn’t save. It played in my head over and over.
When I finally awoke I gasped for breath and broke into tears. Will this ever end?
Probably not, but like I said hope is all I have in this world, without I would die.
I pushed the body off of myself and slowly stood up. Tripping over the bodies, I fell to
my knees crying. I pushed myself up again and walked to the ladder foot by foot, hand
over hand, I went up the ladder, up and up. Until, finally I reached the top and peeked my
head above looking around before I went topside.
The one thing that stood out the most was a building with out a scratch. Around it was
grass greener than I had ever seen in my life with trees covered in ivy. A breeze blew
towards me with the sweetest smell of flowers and fruits. Like the smell of a spring picnic,
of strawberries and watermelon. It look so inviting. So I decided to crawl out of the hole
and take a better look around. Slowly, I creped towards the building wondering whether
to be scared or to run with joy. Finally, I got to the green grass. Then slowly pulled my
combat boots off one by one and pressed my feet to the green grass. I could feel the
morning dew on my feet the soft grass was the most beautiful feeling I had felt in a long
time. I just wanted to stay there forever lay back and bask in the sunlight. I joked around
pretending to make snow angels in the grass. Leaning back an closing my eyes I drifted off
into a dream like no other.
Until I heard a, SNAP. I jumped up looked towards the door about ten people were
walking in the door. Fred… an old friend from high school. I ran towards the door trying
to catch him he slipped out of my site. Hoping to find him I went into the building. A
hallway with many, many doors should I pick one I thought to myself . Wondering what
lie behind each one screams were coming from the majority of them. Some screams of joy some of pain. Out of curiosity I decided to open one and to my surprise there was a
beautiful woman with no imperfections what so ever in a leather cat suit with a crusty old
man wrinkled like a prune. Wearing leather thongs and tied to the wall with his hairy ass
hanging out gagging with disgust I puked on the floor in front of me.
Slamming the door behind me. Walking to the next door I hesitated slowly cracking the
door. There was no nose behind it maybe its safe. Slowly, I walked in. His hat…. Fred’s
hat was laying on the floor with an assortment of clothes. I picked up the hat holding it
closely to my heart as if I would never see him again. Holding the tears back, I pulled
myself together and walked back out the door. As I was looking towards my feet. I
bumped into someone, I looked up. It was my kinder garden councilor.
So I spoke to her, telling her how good it was to see her and asking if she had seen my
friend. She just kept staring at me and asked if I needed a safe place to stay. Telling me
how she owned the place. Also that if I had anything to trade for a good time, man or
woman, just ask. Confused, I told her I did not want anything except a place to stay and to
find my friends. So she told me I could have the room I was just in and asked if I wanted
to work with them. Looking, my body up and down. She told me she would have no
problem finding me customers. I told her I am not that kind of person. I just wanted to
find some people.
Her eyes light up and an evil grin arrived upon her face. Her hair was gelled down
strait cut and black. Her face pale almost a gray you could see the makeup caked to her
face. Her nose pointed like her nails sharp enough to cut anything. She was so skinny she
looked like a twig.
I could hear her mumbling something but all I could make out was “Another challenge hmm.” I decided to make nothing of it. So she lead me down the hall way we past at
least twenty doors on each side. Till finally we reached a door at the very end of the
hallway. As we got there she told me I might find them in this door as she opened the
door. The light poured into the hallway and in I walked.
Ohhhh, this was more amazing than what was outside the building. There were
waterfalls running over an oddly shaped mountain with fairytale creatures carved in the
side. The falls ran into a lake with crystal clear water and a weeping willow was to one
side of the lake. Green grass grew all around with wild flowers almost like a field for it
went on for miles. There were many people all around it made me cringe at the site of my
own body. For everyone around me men and woman either wore nothing or something
very skimpy and had the most beautiful bodies ever. It was as if all the models in the world
left had come here. Some were bathing in the falls, others laying around. A clothes line
hung near the lake with nothing but skimpy clothes but no one looked familiar.
So, I decided to go to my room and get some rest. I slowly slipped my clothes off and
sank into bed pulling the covers over me. Just then I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.
For the first time in a long time, I actually felt safe or so I thought. After a nice long nap I
woke up stretched myself out. Slowly slipping one foot at a time to the floor. Opening my
eyes, I noticed all the clothes that were on the floor were gone. Including my own and
some how I was wearing nothing but leather straps, held together by cold metal rings.
That bitch, I should have known. I pulled the covers back over me and screamed. Then
after awhile I got over it. I wondered what she would pull next, I thought to myself.
Trying to anticipate her moves in my head as I walked down the hallway.
Sucking in my gut, as I opened the door to get to the courtyard. I wrapped my arms around my stomach. My shoulders hang low you. You could tell I had no self-esteem what
so ever. Walking towards the clothes line and grabbed the best thing I could find a black
netted shirt. As fast as I could throw it on, I did. Even if it wasn’t much it was something.
I saw Fred running towards him. He went into the door to the hallway. I got to the
hallway I saw him going into my room. So I ran to my room and there he was. So, I spoke
to him telling him how I couldn’t believe he was still alive. He looked at me like I had
done something wrong. Right then he picked me up by my neck and threw me to the bed.
Yelling at the top of his lungs telling me I was a stupid ugly bitch and a whore that needed
to fucking die. I looked into his eyes wondering if this was the same person I had known
before. Rose back to my feet went to hug him and he just pushed me back and walked off.
I broke into tears just as he left because I didn’t want him to know he had gotten to me. I
walked to the bathroom. Just as I was ready to end my life with a razor to my throat, three
girls walked in. I hid the razor behind my back. They all came up to me and embraced me.
Looking at me with tears in their eyes they all told me their stories of how they had gotten
there and how she had broken them. Hoping I would be the one to rise above it all. To
break the pattern so they could revolt against her too. They told me to be strong but I
knew I could only take so much more, but I listened any way. They also told me they
would do the best to help me out when they could, but if she caught them they would
disappear like all the others. Others I asked? They told me everyone who tried to get away
mysteriously disappeared and that no one knew were they had gone. After a while I got to
know them well and trust them and started to let up my guard.
That very same night Miss Lipscum the leader of this horrible place came by and gave
me a bottle of strawberry wine. She said it was a gift to make peace and that she was sorry
for any inconveniences
know was I that I would soon find out.
I went back to bathroom slowly turning the hot water on with just a touch of cold.
Testing the water with my toes I sunk into the bathtub. It was so refreshing after such a
long day, I decided to light some candles, turn off the lights by the chain hanging over the
tub, and pour me a glass of wine. Sitting back an sipping on my wine I started to feel a
tingly sensation. Just as I finished the glass the room got dim, until I blacked out. when I
awoke I was chained to the bed. I looked to the clock it was 12:00. The door opened an in
walked Lipscum. I couldn’t move the mussels in my body were limp. She told me I
wouldn’t be able to move for at least an hour and asked me how the wine was. She spiked
the wine, I knew something was up. She bolted the door shut and hit a panel in my room
and it opened. She walked out of the room and in walked Fred. He looked at me and said
sorry about this but its my job and he must. He hit another panel and a bed came from the
ceiling and my best friend Litoya was on it, so was my worst enemy Josh. I can’t speak
why he was my worst enemy, there was a very good reason. Fred looked at me and
walked towards Litoya. She knew I use to love him I thought to myself, watching them
making love. Josh walked towards me. Noooo I thought, trying to move but still couldn’t.
Holding back the Tears. In his hands he held a long piece of barbwire. He looked at me
and told me he was going to make me scream like I had never screamed before. With an
evil grin he began to hit me as the barb wire tore into my flesh. I held back held back the
tears the best I could. He looked to me asking me why I don’t scream. I told him I would
not give him the pleasure of hearing me screamed. The bed started to raise just as I heard
banging on my door. He looked at me and said that will do girl, that will do and walked
out trough the panel. I could move, finally. I struggled out of the chains half bleeding to
death. I stumbled to the bathroom and locked it, just as the door broke down. The girls were screaming, don’t give up now. I fell to the floor and blacked out….
Slowly I regained consciousness, at first I could hear the girls voices ringing in my ears. After awhile blurry visions came to my eyes. I could hear them asking me if I was okay. In a low frail voice I replied how I felt so weak. It was probably from all the blood I had lost. Slowly, I tried to stand but my body was so weak. It was all only to fail and fall to the ground. Two of the girls ran to my side and laid me back into my bed. They told me to get some rest and that they would stay at my side. To make sure that no one would harm me as I slept.
TO BE CONTINUED……
Understanding
a million words stuck in my head
but none are spoken
words of love
words of hate
resons for the world to be and not be
things we all think
but it is never known
for we all hide
hide inside our selfs
for we have not the control
we somtimes wonder is it just us
do we need locked away in our padded rooms
or only away in our own heads
for it manifest in to so much more
than we could understand or even believe
is it the little things we think are nothing
but know its so much more
do we trust to confin in any one
for we want not pitty
only understanding
will they even understand us
or only think us crazy
we all scream in silence
never to under stand why
thinking mabye
just mabye some one could clear it up
so that we would understand
but why search for something with no awnser
life so confusing yet so simple
for we all no there is no undersanding it
and yet still we search
but why
THE WORLD IS ONE BIG JOKE
A lost soul amungst the many i see
all just shadows amungst the world
and we make this world our own living hell
ist life just dandy so smile with glee
hahaha
who are we
they try to make us
mold us
bend us
so it is not people we all are
but robots of their own creation
brain washed bimbos
and asshole jocks
oh yhea
if you dont conform
well send you away
your crazy pathetic thats all you are
so they say
a mask thats for sure
why is the world so fake i ask
ALONE
Life is so lost,
We are so lost,
In a world of uncertanty walking blindly i cry,
Alone not understanding a step,
Not knowing were it will lead blindly i go,
Not knowing what to do for the pain can be untolerable,
And unknown an emtyness in my heart grows,
As the days grow darker farwell,
Hopes and dreams seem to shater,
A lostness seems to overcome me,
My mind seems to race and i lose hope,
Wanting to give up,
I am invisable to all the world,
It seems as if peoples minds have been corupted,
And true hearts are hard to find,
Noone shall ever understand the complexity of ones mind,
Alone again like always,
And always will be,
My heart is torn between a world of insanity,
And thier is so much anger and hatred in the hearts of so many but beauty in so little,
SUICIDE
suicide love and pain are my comfort
I lose myself and the great beyond
I lose myself in another world
is this a dream or reality
I will not die I can not die
life is pain to believe is a lie to live is evil
so why do we live why do we believe
because of hope because of love
our wings are almost dry and free
nightmare babies and fire gods
we live in tiny little houses in tiny little rooms
in this world savages dance and scream
we are giving up with out a fight
learn the words they say recite
rage gives way with a sudden blush
this disease is me
intellect rebellion finding the me in everyone of you
I will shed my skin
I prefer pain to pretty
to the shivering creature that’s me
people are evil and they hate each other
I will know my demons names
in the tapestry of pain
feasting on hopelessness
losing what’s me
DREAMERS WORLD
Angry monks amuck
A dancing fool
The drunken mime
All caose breaking lose
The world of insanity
A crazy fool we all are
To live this life our eyes shut
Our mouths open
We gasp at all differences in this world
Only we are real
Only we are normal
But what is normal
What is insanity
Crazed gnomes
And psycho clowns
A dream world of our own
We run amuck
We let lose of all our fears
We joke around and lose all sight
But no one ever knows
Inside the mind we hide
Many things you never know
Many things you’ll never see
In ones mind is another world
Fairy dance naked by the lake
We sprout wings from our backs and fly away from you all
The psychopathic smurffs scatter all around
We run and dance with no fear
We wear no cloths for we are what we want to be
A world of peace were all are friends
A world were no one cares